Petunia Evans wasn't the prettiest of all women nor the smartest, but if there was one thing she could be counted on for, it would be gossip. If you needed to know what the neighbors had for dinner last night or which house had the second best garden (of course hers would be the first), she was the one to ask. In her freshman year of college, she met young Vernon Dursley. Vernon was everything she ever wanted in a man, or so she thought. After a year of courtship, and one very unfortunate drunken night, Petunia's world was shattered. All the knowledge on the next door neighbors never prepared her for finding out how cruel Vernon could be. And so without so much as a goodbye, she left Vernon Dursley and continued on with her education. She graduated with a culinary degree and moved out of the house to a Number 4 Privet Drive.

Number 4 Privet Drive was everything she could have ever hoped for a house. Of course, she had always imagined living in such a house with a fine and normal husband raising their adorable children. Maybe even own a cat or a dog, provided they were properly trained and never ever sully her household. As it was, the house was entirely too large for her, but she didn't mind. Working at one of the top restaurants in Surrey paid for it and it was her dream house, she felt she deserved it.

A few years past by and Petunia was getting into a dull routine in her life and she didn't like it. Taking some of her earnings, she had the kitchen remodeled so that the kitchen was larger and had the best equipment she could afford- which was saying a lot since she had recently been promoted to the Head Chef, and the restaurant did have four and a half stars. But still, life was boring. Miss Evans had no time to spy on the neighbors, and as she worked all the time, she never really had the time to anyways.

'If only there was something... or someone... ' she wished one day. The next morning, she would learn the much said adage - Be careful what you wish for.

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Nov. 1st, 0 A.V.

Petunia wasn't having a good night. Her dreams of late rested on her dreaded sister. Her sister always was her parents favorite, and to top that off, her sister got married and had a child. Life was unfair. Her dreams this night, however, turn an odd turn which left Petunia startled and awake two hours before she was suppose to. It was one thing to despise your sister, but she didn't want her sister to die... at least, she didn't think she did. But they do say dreams are an extension of your subconscious.

Sighing, she turned off her alarm. She figured she might as well get up, there was no use trying to get back to sleep if her mind was filled with such thoughts. She quickly made to the master bathroom and took a shower. A half hour later she was dressed and ready to meet the day head on. That is, until she realized that she had today off.

"Well, at least it's a break from the pattern," she sighed, making her way down the stairs into the kitchen.

After fixing a simple breakfast, she went out to place the empty milk bottles but what she saw almost cause her to drop them in surprise. There, on the front steps of her house was a baby. A baby.

Petunia quickly set down the milk bottles and looked outside in every which direction, but the street was empty and there was no sign of anybody being there recently. She hesitantly looked at the bundle and picked it up. The baby was small, and appeared to be sleeping. She brushed her hand over the hair, which was midnight black and paused when she saw the scar. Emotions flittered through her mind: rage that a baby would have been injured, confusion that there was a baby on her doorsteps, and wonderment at the baby. She quickly brought the baby indoors, forgetting about the milk bottles at all, and brought the baby to the living room, sitting with it on the couch.

It was then that she noticed the letter tucked in the blankets. She paled when she realized it was written on parchment. The last time she had seen parchment was when her sister had left when they were 17... it was from that school of hers. She hesitantly picked up the parchment and opened it.

Dear Miss Petunia Francis Evans,

I'm afraid there is no good way to put this and so I am forced to be blunt. Your sister, Lily Potter, and her husband, James, died last night leaving behind young Harry. Your sister died protecting her child, which is very strong magic in our world, from being killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort. While we don't know how it was done yet, young Harry managed to defeat Lord Voldemort. As his last living blood relative, he has to reside with you to hide him from those who wish to harm him. Your sister's sacrifice allowed us to place complex blood wards. The best I can explain it is that it is some invisible shield which will guard him and you from those dark wizards who would wish to kill him and, in turn, you.

I know you and Lily we not on the best of terms, however it is of the upmost importance that you raise young Harry, love him like your own, as you are his only family left. Take care of young Harry, tell him of he parents. If you need anything, feel free to owl me and I'll be there as soon as I can.

And do not fret about the cost of raising and caring for a young child, the Potters left a trust fund for those who would be responsible in raising him, the details being attached.

Signed, Albus Dumbledore

Petunia read the letter over a few times before it sunk in. Her sister was dead. She looked over at the baby, who had awaken while Petunia was reading, and she stared into the vivid green eyes. Green eyes looking around unsure of everything. Lily's Green Eyes. The emotions overwhelmed Petunia, and as hard as she tried, she just couldn't feel the hate she had for her sister in this young child.

Getting a hold of herself, she called a friend from work who had children and asked her to come over. She had no idea what she would need for a child. Would this child need milk or could it eat solids?

'No, his name is Harry, not 'child'...I have to start thinking of him as Harry' she scolded herself. She sighed "Oh Lily, why did you have to go and do this? We were so close until that year and then you left. And now you've gone and gotten yourself killed and left your chi- no, Harry." She choked back a sob. "What am I going to do?"

The baby just looked over at his Aunt. At the last question he gurgled in response.

Life as she knew it would change forever for Petunia Evans.