Hope of the Phoenix (7/?)
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Remus/ Petunia (eventually)
Disclaimer: What, Ms. Rowling hasn't transferred the ownership of HP to me yet? Oh, well. Guess I won't make money off this then...
A/N: Thank you to Eowyn-Faith, who sent me a link to the fic that inspired this one: Ophelia Hoss' Her Sister and the Werewolf. Apparently it was here on ff.net the whole time! I feel so embarrassed. Anyway, it is a brilliant Remus/Petunia one, and I definitely recommend it. But now, on with chapter 7! Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Girls' Day Out!
Petunia sighed as she put on her one outfit yet again. The worst thing about fleeing for your life, she thought, is that you seldom got to pack beforehand. She'd been able to keep it clean, and Molly had offered to lend her some robes, but Molly's robes didn't exactly fit Petunia. Petunia had always been very fashion conscious. She couldn't help it- she wasn't as pretty as Lily, and she'd always felt prettier when she had a nice outfit on. At least, she'd managed to get rid of the crabby old man in the painting; he'd been moved to the attic as well, once Petunia had caught him ogling her as she changed.
Petunia's ruminations were interrupted this morning, as Molly's red head poked into the door.
"Petunia dear, I am taking you shopping today!"
"Shopping, really!" Petunia could feel what was probably a really goofy looking grin breaking across her face.
"Of course, dear," her friend answered. "We need to pick up the children's school supplies, and you need some new outfits! I saw a style in Witch Weekly's fall Fashion addition that would go wonderfully with your eyes. I'm sure they have it at Madam Malkin's. Besides, you deserve a girls' day out!"
With the speed that only women preparing to go clothes shopping can manage, Petunia and Molly were soon standing at the corner of Grimmauld Place. Molly had said that they would take the Knight Bus to get to Diagon Alley. Petunia felt a thrill of both fear and excitement when she heard where they were going. She hadn't been to Diagon Alley in years, not since she'd gone with her family in Lily's third year at Hogwarts. She had loved it then. Would she be appreciate it now; had she changed too much?
Molly had taken out her wand and stuck it out over the street. Soon, Molly was looking happily down the street. But her next remark took Petunia completely off guard.
"Ah, here it comes. Stand back, Petunia dear."
But there was nothing there. The street was still empty. Suddenly, Molly was dragging her up, and she could feet solid steps where there should only be thin air. And then they were standing at the front of the strangest bus that she'd ever seen. It was purple, and it had beds instead of seats. The driver was looking curiously at them as Mrs. Weasley paid their fares, and bustled them towards the back.
As they got comfortable on their seats, despite the bus' sudden lurch forward, Petunia whispered to Molly that she had never been on any bus as strange as this one.
"But you've been on the Knight Bus before! That is how Harry got you to Grimmauld Place!"
"I have? I must have been pretty out of it."
"You were rather, dear."
As she and Molly walked through the dingy pub, the Leaky Cauldron, Petunia tried to look as if this was not at all strange for her. She was so focused on keeping the nervousness out of her face, that she barely noticed that Molly had taken out her wand and was tapping on the brick wall in the pub's dusty courtyard. Soon, they were walking out into the sunny chaos of Diagon Alley.
"Right then. First we stop at Gringotts to pick up some money for all our purchases."
As they approached the table where one of the Gringotts goblins was weighing precious stones, Molly took out several small golden keys from her handbag. She was muttering to herself. "This one is ours, this is Harry's, here's Hermione's; I think this one is Neville's ... yes, that's it. And this one is yours."
"What, I don't have a Gringotts' vault, do I?" Petunia asked, startled.
"Of course you do! Dumbledore saw to it that your part of your husbands' inheritance was transferred into wizard money. If your going to be living in our world, you have to have a Gringotts account!"
When they had finished in Gringotts, Molly and Petunia headed back out into Diagon Alley. Petunia head was still spinning, partly from the roller- coaster ride deep underground, and partly from the staggering sight of old the gold that she apparently now owned. She was also a bit amazed just how much gold Harry had. She had known that James was rich, but she had just assumed that the money had been lost when their house was destroyed. It was a bit bewildering.
The day turned out to be one of the best she'd ever had. Flourish and Blotts had some fascinating titles, and the apothecaries', while extremely disgusting, was interesting at the same time. They stopped for ice cream at Florean Fortescues. Petunia had never seen so many different, and intriguing flavours.
But the afternoon they finally went clothes shopping, the part that Petunia had been most anticipating. Molly bought a new set of school robes for Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Neville and Harry. Petunia felt a brief stab of embarrassment as Molly selected new green dress robes for Harry, saying "he's grown so much in the last year, the one's I picked up last year are far too small". She hadn't even noticed that Harry had grown. She thought that perhaps that was the sort of thing she should have been aware of, as his aunt, guardian, and only living relative.
But then Madam Malkin pulled out the new Fall Fashions, and Petunia put aside her embarrassment. Blue was in this fall; and just her shade too, the smoky, blue grey that went so well with her eyes. And if she'd known just how well wizard's robes complemented her figure... well!
All in all, it was two very happy women that got off the Knight Bus at Grimmauld Place that afternoon. Petunia felt she was floating on a cloud of excitement, and not even finding the disaster that Tonks had made of her kitchen while attempting to make dinner could bring her down.
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Remus/ Petunia (eventually)
Disclaimer: What, Ms. Rowling hasn't transferred the ownership of HP to me yet? Oh, well. Guess I won't make money off this then...
A/N: Thank you to Eowyn-Faith, who sent me a link to the fic that inspired this one: Ophelia Hoss' Her Sister and the Werewolf. Apparently it was here on ff.net the whole time! I feel so embarrassed. Anyway, it is a brilliant Remus/Petunia one, and I definitely recommend it. But now, on with chapter 7! Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Girls' Day Out!
Petunia sighed as she put on her one outfit yet again. The worst thing about fleeing for your life, she thought, is that you seldom got to pack beforehand. She'd been able to keep it clean, and Molly had offered to lend her some robes, but Molly's robes didn't exactly fit Petunia. Petunia had always been very fashion conscious. She couldn't help it- she wasn't as pretty as Lily, and she'd always felt prettier when she had a nice outfit on. At least, she'd managed to get rid of the crabby old man in the painting; he'd been moved to the attic as well, once Petunia had caught him ogling her as she changed.
Petunia's ruminations were interrupted this morning, as Molly's red head poked into the door.
"Petunia dear, I am taking you shopping today!"
"Shopping, really!" Petunia could feel what was probably a really goofy looking grin breaking across her face.
"Of course, dear," her friend answered. "We need to pick up the children's school supplies, and you need some new outfits! I saw a style in Witch Weekly's fall Fashion addition that would go wonderfully with your eyes. I'm sure they have it at Madam Malkin's. Besides, you deserve a girls' day out!"
With the speed that only women preparing to go clothes shopping can manage, Petunia and Molly were soon standing at the corner of Grimmauld Place. Molly had said that they would take the Knight Bus to get to Diagon Alley. Petunia felt a thrill of both fear and excitement when she heard where they were going. She hadn't been to Diagon Alley in years, not since she'd gone with her family in Lily's third year at Hogwarts. She had loved it then. Would she be appreciate it now; had she changed too much?
Molly had taken out her wand and stuck it out over the street. Soon, Molly was looking happily down the street. But her next remark took Petunia completely off guard.
"Ah, here it comes. Stand back, Petunia dear."
But there was nothing there. The street was still empty. Suddenly, Molly was dragging her up, and she could feet solid steps where there should only be thin air. And then they were standing at the front of the strangest bus that she'd ever seen. It was purple, and it had beds instead of seats. The driver was looking curiously at them as Mrs. Weasley paid their fares, and bustled them towards the back.
As they got comfortable on their seats, despite the bus' sudden lurch forward, Petunia whispered to Molly that she had never been on any bus as strange as this one.
"But you've been on the Knight Bus before! That is how Harry got you to Grimmauld Place!"
"I have? I must have been pretty out of it."
"You were rather, dear."
As she and Molly walked through the dingy pub, the Leaky Cauldron, Petunia tried to look as if this was not at all strange for her. She was so focused on keeping the nervousness out of her face, that she barely noticed that Molly had taken out her wand and was tapping on the brick wall in the pub's dusty courtyard. Soon, they were walking out into the sunny chaos of Diagon Alley.
"Right then. First we stop at Gringotts to pick up some money for all our purchases."
As they approached the table where one of the Gringotts goblins was weighing precious stones, Molly took out several small golden keys from her handbag. She was muttering to herself. "This one is ours, this is Harry's, here's Hermione's; I think this one is Neville's ... yes, that's it. And this one is yours."
"What, I don't have a Gringotts' vault, do I?" Petunia asked, startled.
"Of course you do! Dumbledore saw to it that your part of your husbands' inheritance was transferred into wizard money. If your going to be living in our world, you have to have a Gringotts account!"
When they had finished in Gringotts, Molly and Petunia headed back out into Diagon Alley. Petunia head was still spinning, partly from the roller- coaster ride deep underground, and partly from the staggering sight of old the gold that she apparently now owned. She was also a bit amazed just how much gold Harry had. She had known that James was rich, but she had just assumed that the money had been lost when their house was destroyed. It was a bit bewildering.
The day turned out to be one of the best she'd ever had. Flourish and Blotts had some fascinating titles, and the apothecaries', while extremely disgusting, was interesting at the same time. They stopped for ice cream at Florean Fortescues. Petunia had never seen so many different, and intriguing flavours.
But the afternoon they finally went clothes shopping, the part that Petunia had been most anticipating. Molly bought a new set of school robes for Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Neville and Harry. Petunia felt a brief stab of embarrassment as Molly selected new green dress robes for Harry, saying "he's grown so much in the last year, the one's I picked up last year are far too small". She hadn't even noticed that Harry had grown. She thought that perhaps that was the sort of thing she should have been aware of, as his aunt, guardian, and only living relative.
But then Madam Malkin pulled out the new Fall Fashions, and Petunia put aside her embarrassment. Blue was in this fall; and just her shade too, the smoky, blue grey that went so well with her eyes. And if she'd known just how well wizard's robes complemented her figure... well!
All in all, it was two very happy women that got off the Knight Bus at Grimmauld Place that afternoon. Petunia felt she was floating on a cloud of excitement, and not even finding the disaster that Tonks had made of her kitchen while attempting to make dinner could bring her down.