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A/N: Hello Peoples!! After a long, long, rest, I have resurfaced!! But I have reasons for this! They are as followed:

1) It's the end of the year and every single teacher decided to shove as many projects as they can down our throats. They're all over now, but I was pulling all-nighters to get them done, with absolutely no free time

2) The one week I could have updated anything, we were traveling

3) In the process of transferring things from one computer to another, I lost this file and had to dig it up from my old emails to find it.

Yeah, I know that's not a good enough excuse, but work with me here. The only reason why I can update now and not in the summer is because I'm sick (possibly with strep throat, yech) and I have all this free time on my hands. But anyway, before you read Chapter 3, I have some thank yous to make:

Iesa: Thanks so much for adding "The Watch" onto your favorites list! I feel so loved!! And thank so, so much beta reading this!! I don't know what I would do without you! Anyway, chapter 4 will be sent as soon as I can type it.

uhh…Voldemort?: I believe this chapter is a bit longer than the last one. I know the next chapter will be! Well, it's split up into 2 parts, but whatever. I'm surprised you haven't come over and forced me to update soon, I really am!

sexyJ: Thanks so much for your reviews for chapters one and two! And how I came up with it? Ask my muse, I'm sure she's lurking around somewhere…

Carmel March: Yay! I made someone happy! Carm, reviews like yours make me happy!

Phantom Panda: munches on popcorn You fell out of your chair?! Jenni Knights don't do that! What are you going on about Yuu for? I thought we already decided this, Jen! And don't get me started on Icchan! He's old enough to be your dad (then again, so is Johnny Depp…). No more popcorn for me though, try cough candies!!

singingvalentine: Yes, you did post your story, but my question is, when are you going to reposted it? Hmm? Anyway, I'm sure you've long forgotten this, but read it anyway!

babe and a half: I don't really care that you didn't leave a review, but you added me to your author alerts and favorites list! Yay! As long as you do that, I know I'm loved! Heaven only knows I do that all the time!! J

MyOwnLittleWorld: Thank you so much for beta reading this!! I worship the ground you walk, er, type on!! Chapter 4 will be there soon, I promise! Anyway, Keth will kill me if it's not!

Anyway, here ya go!

This chapter is dedicated to MyOwnLittleWorld and Iesa for being awesome betas!

Chapter 3: Petunia

I sat in my armchair, holding a card. At a first glance, there was nothing truly extraordinary about it. Just a plain, everyday Christmas card, showing Santa Claus stuffing stockings, while an old grandfather clock chimed near a Christmas tree.

I knew it was different. But somehow, I was the only one. The grandfather clock had the same faces and hands as the watch. The watch Lily had charmed for me. The watch that only I could read. When Vernon saw my watch, it was an ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of watch, not one that showed the well being of all those near and dear to my heart. I dared not mention its strange powers to my husband, for he feared magic in all shapes and forms. So it was my secret.

I flipped the card open. There, in ever-changing colored ink, Lily had written in her slanted, looping scrip:

Dear Petty, Vernon and Dudley,

Happy (Early!) Christmas! It's Harry and Dudley's second Christmas! Don't worry; the gifts I sent aren't the least bit magic! The only thing out of the ordinary is the card, and it's only for display. I take it we won't be seeing you at all anytime soon, but feel free to drop by anytime before the 14th (The card had come the 1st of December) I dare say it would be quite impossible to reach us then! Remember what I mentioned in my last letter about Voldemort and going into hiding? Well, a charm will be put into affect on the 14th, hiding us from the world. Anyway, please don't return these gifts! I swear they aren't cursed or charmed in any way, shape or form (James really is sorry about Vernon's birthday present. His best friends found it and, er, decided to make it, um, more interesting) Best wishes to Vernon and Little Dudley!

Your ever-loving sister,

Lily

Ever-loving sister is right. When Lily received her Hogwarts letter, I became jealous, but, figuring that I would be receiving one 2 years later, I didn't let my jealousy overcome me. But when I turned eleven and no Hogwarts letter came, inviting me to go to a school filled with witches and magic, I started to say rude, mean and nasty comments to Lily, almost blaming her for my lack of sorcery. The apparent love and adoration for my older sister started draining, more and more with each passing day.

But when little Lavender obtained a letter welcoming her to join the magical community, I was shocked. Were my sisters better than me, was that why they were witches and I'm not?

I told myself no, all witches were freaks, that I shouldn't lower myself to converse with them, that it was Lily's fault I wasn't a witch. She must have had some say in it at her freak school and gotten my powers taken away from me – and that I should ignore the freaks.

So I did. I would barely string two words together, despite my parents' and sisters' best efforts, and when I did, they were rude and unkind. With every passing day, Lily and I grew further and further apart – we'd been very close before all this freak business started – and Lily and Lavender grew closer and closer together.

But when Mum, Dad, and my baby sister died because of magic, I cut off all connection with Lily. So what if she was my legal guardian? I moved out and married Vernon. Lily still sent gifts and cards on Vernon's, Dudley's and my birthday and on holidays, and had wanted to name me Harry's godmother – her freak husband of course didn't want to and I completely refused – no matter what I did to discourage it.

Vernon would always pretend that I didn't have an older sister, as did I, but despite my outward appearances, I kept little mementoes of my other family I had left behind in a charmed lockbox Lily and Lavender had given me the last Christmas we were all together. That was the last sign of my love for my older sister, which had gone from bright, large flames to smothering embers in less than a decade.

Suddenly, something caught my eye. Lily's hand on the old grandfather clock – and the one on my watch as well – was spinning from its position on "Godric's Hollow" to "mortal peril." As I stared at her trembling hand with dazed wonderment, I wanted to do something, but couldn't without endangering my life and my families.

A few minutes later, Lily's hand was gone. No flickering, no fading into oblivion, no "poof!" Just gone. There one second, gone the next. I knew what had happened. Lily' life – and the hand on the watch – was gone, snuffed out like a candle's flame. My older sister and her family, the last of the Evans line excluding me, had died and was lost for me forever.

I ran upstairs to the attic and found my lockbox. Blowing off the dust, I traced the Petunia, Lavender and Lily flower engraved on the top. After lifting the lid – for tracing the pattern activated the magic and unlocked the box – I placed Lily's latest letter into the little cedar box that held the only other signs of my sisters.

Staring at the pile, I slowly pulled it out and looked at everything, one by one. Hot, fast tears stared falling, smudging some papers, as I relived each memory. But by the time everything of Lavender's and Lily's was seen, there was no sign I had cried at all, except for my pale, somber face.

Placing everything back in the box, I hesitated, and then slipped my gold watch in as well. Face drawn, but set, I stood up, wiping the dirt and grime off me, and carried the little cedar box down to the living room – to the fireplace.

When I reached the fire Vernon kept running all winter long, I took out a vial of gray-blue ash from its container under the box. I tossed the ash into the fire, so the box and its contents would burn. With a whoosh! the flames roared up, then died down a bit, turning an ice blue. Determined, I dropped the lockbox into the magical flames.

As I watched it burn, I though about the promise Lily had broken. The promise she made when I was born. The promise she had never, ever broken until now. The promise that she would never leave me. While watching the fire die down, I felt the flames of my love for my sisters go from embers to a single spark among ashes.

Gathering the blue ashes, I went out back and buried them in a box under a willow tree. Once that was done, I went straight to bed, trying to forget the whole thing – and nearly succeeding. But just as I fell asleep, voices whispered in my ear, "Never forget us, Petty…"

. . .

Meanwhile, unknown to anyone, a dirty gold watch lay in the fireplace. No one could tell, but under all the soot, the face had changed. Four hands that had previously been missing had appeared, and engraved on the back were the words, "Never Forget."