Imaginary

Summary: Harry is sent to live with the Dursleys by his parents. The neighbor works for a U.S. Research Center…oh and Petunia is granted her biggest desire…to become a witch. How would becoming a witch change Petunia's feelings and actions towards Harry? What about Vernon and Dudley?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Evanescence.

Chapter 7: In my field of paper flowers

It was 8 o'clock before anyone rose in the Evans Residence. Harry was the first wake and went and took a shower. At 8:30 when his aunt wasn't up he went to check on her only to find her curled up in the fetus position. "Aunt Petunia…Aunt Petunia," Harry said shaking the older woman. Petunia groaned as she rolled over.

"Few more minutes…" She mumbled.

"It's already 8:35." Harry told the sleeping woman. Petunia sat up so fast that she nearly hit Harry on the head.

"Damn, I still need to make breakfast and get ready." Petunia mumbled getting out of bed only to nearly scream. "H-Harry what is that behind you?" The green eyed boy turned around and blinked.

"A house elf," Harry answered not surprised at the little creature. "They usually do the upkeep of Wizarding houses. Rich Wizarding houses anyway."

"Blonks is having Mistress and Young Masters breakfast ready." Petunia and Harry blinked at the house elf watching as it held out a tray bowing.

"You said rich Wizarding houses…does it belong to the Potters?"

The house elf shook his head. "No's Blonks is working for Ancient House of Evans." Petunia stared at the elf, while Harry gestured for the elf to put the magical expanded tray on the empty spot of the bed.

"You'll explain this later." Petunia mumbled as she started eating the food. The woman paused and looked at the house elf. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Blonks is eating already Mistress."

Harry felt as though the Sunday morning was moving slow. Traffic was filled with church goers and extra people going to places. Petunia didn't know if she was actually witch yet and was anxious about the results. She certainly didn't feel any different than usual. Her nerves were going off and she didn't notice her hair actually growing. Harry however did and sniggered to himself. He made a mental note to tell Leila about that one.

"You should calm down before your hair grows any longer Aunt Petunia."

"What?" Petunia pulled down the mirror as she waited for the light and blinked at her now mid-back length hair. Closing the mirror the woman stammered, "I actually…I actually used magic."

"Its not a swear word."

"It was to me for nearly 20 years."

Reaching the center had taken less time after that and Harry found himself humming a Weird Sisters song. Finding Dr. Anderson didn't take long either as he seemed to be waiting for them.

"You're early." He commented checking his watch.

"By five minutes Dr. Anderson." Petunia said.

"Ah, but it's still early. Nice hair by the way." Dr. Anderson smiled at Petunia's glare. "Follow me this way madam." Petunia and Harry followed the blond haired doctor further down into the building then they had done yesterday. The room they entered was like a large target range only it had a screen at the top (to read spell strengths, Dr. Anderson told them).

Dr. Anderson led Petunia and Harry over to a wall where a stack of boxes lay. Wands… Both thought to themselves. "Alright first we're going to get you set up with a wand that will show if you have access to your magical core." Petunia nodded and was handed a wand.

"13 inches, yew woods, hair of a unicorn just wave it." Petunia barely had it up before it was taken from her. "No not that. Let's see 12 inches, made of holly and a dragon heartstring." Feeling foolish Petunia once again didn't get to raise it before it was snatched.

"What happens if the potion didn't work?" Harry asked not seeing how going through a pile of wands would work. Dr. Anderson was busy giving Petunia a new wand before explaining to Harry. "If the potion hadn't work the first wand wouldn't give off the magic aura showing it wasn't a match.

"What kind of aura?"

"There are plenty types of auras in the world some muggles can even see if they try hard enough. This type of aura is a silver-ish one that reveals magical connections between the magic core and the person."

"How do you see them?" Petunia asked watching as Anderson shuffled through more wands.

"My glasses come from a magical eye center in Diagon Alley. I've customized them to see auras because it's needed in this type of work." Anderson told the pair. "Now try this…mahogany, ice phoenix feather 11 ½ inches." Petunia blinked at sudden feeling of warmth on her hand. This time as she waved it a shower of green and blue sparks shot out.

"Alright, so you have a magic core. The wand is yours to keep." Anderson said, "Now we need to test the strength of you magic core. It's really simple the targets there are for you to shot spells at. An average power level for a wizard core is what we're aiming for."

"What number would that be?" Harry asked curious.

Dr. Anderson smiled at Harry, "It would be about 150-306."

"Wow."

"I know, that's what I said." Dr. Anderson said.

"What's the scale?"

"Out of 500 and so far no one has been able to reach that far." Dr. Anderson turned towards Petunia, "A genius in the making that one asks the right question. The first spell is the disarming hex…"

An hour later Petunia and Harry left the center. Petunia half floating on air mind you. Her magic core had registered a whooping 330 above average. Harry had asked for a test go on it, but Dr. Anderson told him he couldn't use it because it was for lab/experiment usage only.

Petunia ended up filling out forms at the center registering her as a legal magical member of the community. The woman at the desk had told her if she wanted to have her house connected to the floo system, she had better go directly to the British Ministry of Magic.


Silver: Alright Petunia is an official witch isn't that sweet? I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and you're willing to leave me a review saying so!

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