A/N Hi I really love this chapter. I just kind of wrote it on a whim and so here you go. Oh yeah "Bold Underline" stought is Harry/Amber thought conection speach

Chapter 3: Past Brought to 'Night'

Petunia Dursley watched as the wizards quietly took up residence in her home. She remembered what it had been like when The Marauders came over to her parents' house. It was nothing like that these people were respectful. She'd always thought that sort of people were loud and obnoxious. She'd been wrong though and it surprised her.

She'd gone and gotten a sleeping bag from the hall closet for the girl called Hermione and the other girl who'd been there before that year slept in the guest bedroom as she'd done then. The Professor slept on the couch and she found that he looked vaguely familiar. She sighed and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea only to find she wasn't the only one there.

"Are you quite sure you don't want to come back?" She really wasn't up to this conversation but thought it would be rude to just walk away.

"I- its been too long- Harry wouldn't except me-"she said haltingly her voice waveringly.

"Wouldn't he? You need to give people more credit, Pet," he smiled at her surprised expression, "Yes, she told me about that too," he added.

"Severus- you don't know- What about Vernon- and Duddley?" her voice was shrill now and panicky. He raised a hand to quiet her

"Albus wanted me to talk to you, that's all; just think about it. If you won't for Lily then at least think about her son. Sirius died a few weeks ago." This seamed to explain everything. She clasped a hand over her mouth, "You know as well as I do that he would sooner die then betray them." He got up to leave the room and on his way out he raised his wand and set the kettle to a boil.

Later when she entered the living room he was gone. She could tell he'd left in a hurry because he'd left a lot of his things. There was a spare cloak draped over the couch and on it a note scribbled quickly

Pet,

There's a meeting and I have to go. Protect them you know I might not come back. I don't have much time but I know Lily would tell you the same. Don't worry about me.

I'll see you in the morning,

Wings

Petunia's hand was over her mouth but she knew he was right. She swallowed hard and then went into her bedroom. In the same box she'd kept it for years. As she examined it she remembered the day she'd first been handed it; 10in, oak, unicorn tale hair, now untouched by dust she felt the rush of power to her fingers.

She waved it around a bit and found she'd not forgotten how. It all came rushing back to her. Every single self-taught spell she'd learned from her sisters' school books. Just to be sure she tried a simple levitation spell, "Wingardum Leveosa!" she whispered and found she could lift the lipstick tube she'd aimed at. Now sure of herself she walked back into the hall.

The night passed with her walking from room to room checking on them. She was looking down at her nefew when she heard it. The sound she'd dreaded for hours but now that it was time she was ready. She lightly placed her hand on his forehead then stepped into the hall.

Harry grogely opened his eyes and turned his head. He watched his aunt leave the room and bent to gently shake Hermione awake. She opened her eyes and looked up at him in confusion before sitting up and listening intently.

"Amber, weak up" Harry thought sending her a message via their twin-like conection. She responded quickly

"I am Harry. You and Hermione come to the door. Bring your wands"

"All right what's up?"

She didn't answer and he whispered, "Come on Hermione bring your wand." She nodded and fallowed him. They got to the door and opened it enough to look out. Amber was hidden in the shadows and making her way to where Petunia stood her wand raised waiting. There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"Now!" Amber thought and they stepped into sight behind her. She turned as she heard them approaching.

"Harry, Amber, Hermione; stay back," she ordered positioning herself protectively in front of them. The figure had reached the landing by now. The glint of silver was recognized by all.

"Aunt Petunia get back that's a Death Eater!" Harry said trying to move her to the side.

"Harry, no, I'm a- I'm a witch," she stammered and he stopped and stared.

While this was happening Amber was peering intently at the Death Eater. She noticed some things about him that made her think twice about hexing him. The first was that he'd not attacked yet which was suspicious. The second was he looked hurt and she put two and two together. She realized in time that he was going to fall and rushed forward to catch him breaking the fall. She gently lowered him to the floor.

"Amber, what are you doing!" asked Harry suddenly. She looked up at him and carefully removed the mask. This revealed the pale pain-stricken face of Severus Snape. He closed his eyes grateful she'd recognized him. He really didn't feel like being hexed again tonight.

The others came forward to help her. Duddly stood horrified staring at his mother. She looked at him apologetically for a moment before looking back down at Severus. She'd have to talk to him and her husband later.

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