Petunia Evans

A frightened woman walked nervously toward the Leaky Cauldron, for reasons she couldn't fathom, she had noticed the tiny pub right off, not like the first time she went, with her sister. That time it had to be pointed out to her by her sister, Lily, a witch. Petunia Evans, as she now called herself, was worried, worried what Dumbledore would say, her wandering the streets of London alone, jeopardizing her safety, as well as jeopardizing her nephew's protection from Voldemort. Yes that's all I am in the Wizarding world's eyes, a stopping point from her nephew's preparation for the final battle with I-know-who.

She was almost in the door when a some-what familiar voice from behind, "Petunia Dursley?" a social acquaintance perhaps? She hoped not. She turned to see a stranger.

"No longer a Dursley, I am Petunia Evans."

"I hoped you leave that wretched man some day," the tall man looked to be about thirty, with gray hair prematurely speckled in his brown hair.

"Remus Lupin!" Petunia's eyes sparkled as she met her old crush, ever since she saw him when Lily introduced him to her she had liked him.

His amber eyes twinkled, "I hoped you'd remember the man that walked you down the aisle and then danced with you for three hours at your sisters wedding?"

"Of course, and the man who I dated for three weeks until…

"I told you we couldn't be together because of my condition," his eyes glazed over for a second but then he came back to reality, "But you should be in a safe place, and London is hardly safe at the moment."

"I was just about to get a room at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Not with pound notes, you aren't."

"I was hoping to get them changed at Gringotts."

"I doubt that will be necessary, Lily did leave you some money."

"Really?"

"Really, but Gringotts doesn't open for," Remus checked his watch, "a half-hour, so let me buy you a pot of tea."

"I'd love to!"

Remus opened the door, "After you, Madam."

"Thank you."

"Petunia Evans! I haven't seen you in years."

"Hello, Tom," Petunia greeted the innkeeper.

"And Professor Lupin as well, come in, come in."

"A pot of tea and crumpets, Tom."

"Sure thing, Professor, sure thing."

"Professor, is it now? You've certainly made a name for yourself. What do you teach?"

"I did teach Defense Against Dark Arts, three years ago, but it seems I have been labeled a professor for life."

"I was wondering, Remus, would you mind coming into Diagon Alley with me? I was wondering about some, what I think is, Accidental Magic. Is it possible I am developing my powers now?"

"It happens, but it is rare, the only way we will know for sure is if Ollivander has a wand you can wield. That is the only sure test."

"I shall go there tomorrow and see if he has a wand I can use."

"I shall accompany you."

Petunia and Remus continued their conversation well into the morning, continuing even as they walked through the gateway and down toward Ollivander's shop.

"Hello Petunia Evans, how may I assist you?" Mr. Ollivander seemed to glide over the dusty floor of his shop.

"I would like to try to find a wand for me."

"Let us see what we can find shall we? How about this, ten inches, oak, with a dragon heart-string, just wave it around a little,"

Petunia waved the wand about causing nothing to happen. Mr. Ollivander took it back and hand her a different one, "Twelve inches, holly, hair from a unicorn's tail."

Petunia waved it around. Nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander snatched it back, he walked over to a shelf, "I wonder…" He reached to the top of the shelves and pulled down a wand, "Perhaps this, fifteen inches, ash, with a Phoenix's tail feather, extra powerful."

Petunia felt a warmth in her finger tips when she grasped this wand, she waved it in the air, creating bubbles from the end of her wand, "How much?"

"Nothing, that wand hasn't chosen any wizard since it was first made in thirty nine B. C. I am glad to know who it belongs to."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

"You are welcome, Ms. Evans, Good-bye."

"Congratulations, Petunia, you are a witch."

"Now I have something to protect myself with."

Petunia stopped and turned to Remus, "I was wondering, Remus, would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"I'd love to."