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The Great Lina Inverse In:

How Harry Found out His Past Life Was Female

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Lina Inverse Rides Again

A.K.A.

FATE SUCKS

Petunia Evans was enjoying her day with Dudley, who was now skinny though never truly thin, and Harry, who had grown half and inch, as it was a week before school. Laying on a blanket at an all magical beach in Greece was the perfect way to relax before flashing to the French magical sector for a nice dinner at the magical side of L'Ambroisie, a five star dining establishment. They would later shop for extra books that the boys wanted to study in an Alley in London. It would be a busy day, but she and her boys would take it by storm. Speaking of storms the old fogies at the Wizengamot were complaining at the amount of new muggleborns popping up in the Hogwarts Book of Names. This would boost the population of Magical Britain but the oldest families felt they would be a menace to society.

"Hey boys, want to read the latest prophet?" Petunia asked softly to the two laying on either side. She waved the much hated paper around, "It might be good for a laugh of two."

Shaking his head slightly in amusement Harry said, "Sure aunt Petunia, hand me the rag," Dudley laughed with silent shakes at his cousins joke, "I'm sure I'll despise the old families even more now."

Petunia, wisely not pointing out the Potters were an 'Old Family', pointed at the relevant articles which Harry and after that Dudley read.

"So, they think people like mum and I are menaces?" Dudley's smirk widened, "I'm glad I don't go to Hogwarts then."

Harry laughed at the statement, "At least Dumbledore isn't there any more. Even Hagrid's been disenchanted with the old man. Finding out that he had been secretly removing classes for the last 50 years to appeal to the pure-blood elitists who couldn't pass the tests was the last straw. I'm just glad McGonagall brought back 6th and 7th year elective choices. I can't wait to take warding and see how Wizard Wards differ from their Sorcerous counterparts."

It had been discovered quickly what he had been doing, in fact it had been discovered that he only dumbed down the half-blood and muggleborn students. He had been being paid by pure-blood lords to drop classes that pure-bloods either couldn't do or didn't want muggleborns or half-bloods to do. Warding, Healing, and even Spell-Crafting had been dropped from course lists, obliviates were handed out like candies to make sure the other teachers didn't make a fuss.

"Let's drop the politics for a moment and just enjoy the day," Dudley said calmly, "after all it doesn't affect us for today, then we go back to wrecking havoc upon the unsuspecting pure-bloods. Let's just relax for the last hour we have until our reservation."

Harry and Petunia both smiled at the boy, for they were both worried about the lasting effects of Vernon's influence. They could hardly recognise the boy in front of them as Dudley. If not for the sandy blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes Harry thought he might not know the boy at all. Dudley, who had once hated reading and writing, was now the third from the top of his class and researched magic with a fervour that few could meet. He wrote and read perfectly and understood words to a college level. Having gotten rid of Vernon was the best thing Petunia had ever done for the once spoiled boy.

"Hey Dudley, didn't you need amulets to protect from Veela Allure so that your friend could have intelligent conversations with people?" Harry asked, curious of the Allure Veela naturally emitted.

"Yeah, but I don't know how to make one. I was hoping mum might make one," He said, a pointed glance at his mother who was sunning herself contentedly, "if not I will purchase one, we have more than enough money to last a lifetime. Even a sorcerer's lifetime to be exact." Dudley knew that his mother and cousin would far outlive him, possibly by a millennia or more, but he didn't mind. In truth he felt sorry for the two because they would have to deal with the death of all their close friends and family. If he married a witch he would at least be able to live their lifetime and die close together. He felt quite lucky he hadn't been born a sorcerer.

"How do you feel around a Veela?" Harry asked, slightly curious.

"I feel nothing, being the son of a sorcerer confers the immunity to me. You being a sorcerer are too powerful for the allure to work. It will ingratiate you to most Veela when you don't drool on them," Dudley smiled, thinking of his friends reaction, "They will at least attempt to kill you with a hug."

Petunia smiled, "but another thing Sorcerer's can do is imitate the effects of the allure, not as powerfully but quite well anyway. This causes a nearly imperceptible drain on the magical reserves, but its worth it sometimes. Observe." Petunia shed her glamour effortlessly and placed a new glamour on. A wave of magic caressed the air around her as men started showing interest. Women glared at her with envy and a few with desire. The boys' mouths fell open slightly as groups of men and women crowded them. "A bit too much," She said, the effect abruptly ending. "You should use that on those twins, I'm sure they'd be speechless."

Harry smiled lightly simply saying, "we'll see."

(that moment in england)

Twin shudders rolled down the spines of two twin pranksters. "What was that, Gred," one asked, "It felt like ice down my spine."

"I think it felt more like someone walking over my grave, Forge," the other commented, "Or as though I will receive the greatest thing in the universe, I may be paraphrasing."

"That was an illogical thing to paraphrase," Fred pointed out, "There weren't any words to a shudder."

(Back to Greece)

"We had better make our way to France, especially since I wish to meet up with this Delacour that caught my son's heart," Petunia said, teasing her son mercilessly.

"MUM! Fleur is just a friend!" Dudley Exclaimed rather unconvincingly, "And I don't know if she even likes me like that." Petunia Sighed.

"You're just going to have to try to get her to like you by being yourself. You are a kind, considerate young man and if she doesn't like you I am absolutely sure we could find someone who would," Petunia said in a soothing voice, "Now lets go to France, we have twenty minutes to get to our reservations." Grabbing both boys she flashed into the magical sector, a place called Little Paris. Guiding them towards the largest building she smiled, Fleur Delacour was right on time.

Petunia is, obviously, a parent. She doesn't act like it often, but she is worried what Vernon said to Dudley about magicals may have scarred his self esteem. She is worried about how Dudley would take it if Fleur rejected him, which is why she had to mention there were others out there. Read and Review Please