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Chapter three: Petunia Dursley

Petunia Dursley sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes were still swollen and red from having cried for the last three hours. She was in pain. She had hoped to never feel the pain like this again but she did. The pain in her heart had never ceased to stop from the point that she had lost her parents. She wasn't little then, actually she was just barely twenty when it happened.

It was the first time in almost three years she had seen her sister. Lily stood there, gazing at the coffins, no tears in her eyes. Her eyes, however, were almost gray, as if there was no shine left in them. Beside her stood a tall man, his black hair sticking up at odd angles, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. The two had stood there, almost an hour after the service was complete. Neither of them spoke to each other, they hadn't since Lily was eleven.

Suddenly Lily stepped forward and knelt next to the tombstone. Her fingers lightly traced their names. "I'm sorry I wasn't there like I should have been. You two did everything to make me happy and I will never forget that. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you like you did for me. I will always love you," she had whispered quietly. She lifted her wand and tapped the stone. It glowed brightly before fading to normal.

"Lils?" The man asked who had come to stand behind her.

"I'm ready. No one will ever ruin there graves," she had told him. He had just nodded his head and the two turned to leave. She stopped though, when she stood beside Petunia, neither of them turning to look. "Even if you hated me all these years I didn't. I never had a reason too. You're my sister, my family. I will always remember you from when we were kids, when we were best friends. No matter what I'll always be there to help you." With that she left leaving her standing there by the tombstone. Petunia turned but they were already gone.

She remembered waking up in the morning like she had always done. Dudley was crying yet again and Vernon was fast asleep. After she had calmed down Dudley she had moved to the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her family. She made her way to get the paper when there he lay. Surprise was evident on her face as she looked down at the sleeping child. Slowly his eyes had opened and she gasped. She was looking at the same eyes that she had seen for so many years. They were her mother's eyes, her sister's, and now her nephew's. His hands reached up to her, begging to be picked up.

Slowly she bent down and lifted the small child. He had a mane of black hair, unruly, like his father's. He clung to her, neither crying, nor whimpering. Tentatively she picked up the letter that lay in the basket. It was addressed to her. She had carefully opened it and read the letter. Shock was the only thing she could feel. Vernon came down the stairs then and started yelling something that she couldn't remember. She hid the letter in her pocket and explained in short terms what had happened.

It was a battle really. Her sister's words from the funeral had once again burned into her mind and she fought to keep him here. In the end Vernon gave in and Harry was to stay with them. Vernon soon left for work and Petunia was left with the children. Dudley had taken an immediate dislike to his younger cousin and she had to keep them separated. Harry never seemed to cry, his eyes always studying what was going on. It was eerie to see a child so relaxed and the way he looked reminded her sorely of her sister.

After three weeks she had finally lost control. She was up late one night, rocking Dudley back to sleep when she had turned to check up on Harry. The scar still marred his forehead, proof that Lily had loved her son more than anything. He starred up at the ceiling but didn't make a sound. She looked down at him and met his green eyes again. It was like they had pierced through her and she started to cry.

Harry was all that had been left of her family. Her parents were gone, her sister was dead, and now here sat the last of that part of her life. His eyes holding the same expressions that her mother or sister had worn when they looked at her. Lily had always studied her, hurt and sorrow evident in her eyes when they saw each other when she returned from school. Even now she couldn't remember why she had so forcefully pushed away her sister.

As she sat crying that night she knew she could never make up for what she had done to her, to all of them. The hole in her heart had increased. Now it seemed as if she couldn't possibly live again. She had loved Vernon or she thought she had. It wasn't until they had Dudley that she saw the flaw in her life. There was no real emotion there, nothing that had tied her to him. There wasn't that sparkle in her eyes or in his when they talked to each other. The sparkle that she had seen in her sister's eyes at the day of her wedding. The look in her future husband's eyes when he saw her. That was the love that she had always wanted, always dreamed of but could never have. In a sense she did love Vernon but not in the way that would consume her very soul.

Hesitantly Petunia exited her room. She made her way to her son's room. Dudley lay fast asleep in his room. He had grown up quite a bit over the last year. Jamie was curled up next to him, providing him with a sense of comfort in the worst of times. She had been partial to the young woman when she first met her. It had surprised her when Dudley had said she was a witch. Vernon had screamed and cried till his face was almost blue. Petunia had been furious as well but there was something about the girl that she was drawn to. She had her son's best interests at heart and she could see the girl cared for him. She hadn't backed down to them, instead held her head up and continued to see Dudley.

He had lashed out at his parents for the first time. Reprimanding them for their treatment of her. There was a glistening in his eyes that she had never seen before. It was the beginning of something that would become far greater. He had continued to see her, bringing her home when Vernon was at for work. In that time she got to know the girl and saw the changes she was bringing out in her only child. His grades were improving, he was losing weight, and he seemed to be happier.

She stood watching the two for a few more minutes. She couldn't hate the young girl, even if she was a witch. Jamie had protected Dudley, comforted him, and loved him through all of this. It pleased her to see this and she could never hold anything against Jamie. Petunia moved to head towards her nephew's room. When the tall red head had come to redo his room she had given him little fight. She was in no way trained to handle a wizard so she had stayed out of his way.

His room was eloquent and elaborate yet it somehow suited him. Harry lay fast asleep in his bed, his arms wrapped protectively around the red head beside him. Ginny had her head resting against his bare chest and her arms encircling his waist. There was a faint aura of power around the two. When they had first gotten news of her staying with them they were furious. They didn't want to have another mouth to feed. When she had stepped off the train with Harry she was hit with the sudden reminder of Lily. She was about the same height that Lily had been but her hair was a darker, fiery red and her brown eyes gazed at them with contempt not understanding.

The more time she spent in the young girl's presence the more she came to like the young woman. Ginny had a fiery nature and great sense of humor. She didn't have a thirst for knowledge like her sister had but she was still smart. Her protective nature showed through as well as her ability to keep people in line. She didn't back down to anyone and held her ground. Ginny rotated in his arms and he instinctively pulled her closer.

Then there was her nephew. He was taller now and had a muscular build. His looks almost matched his father's only he had the same face shape as Lily and her eyes. He was still quiet but Ginny brought out a side she had never knew existed. Dudley had told her the truth about Harry's life and she was very shocked to hear it. She never imagined that his life could be so complex. Then there was what he had done for Vernon. Despite all the pain he had gone through due to them he was still there protecting her husband and son. She didn't blame him, she couldn't blame him. He had tried and she could see how upset he actually was. After everything he could forgive and do what was right. He was truly Lily's son.

Sighing heavily she made her way up the stairs and into the attic. It was dusty and crowded with boxes and random things. She moved towards the back, near a tall set of boxes. It took ten minutes to move the pile of boxes and expose a black trunk that lay hidden against the wall. Petunia knelt in front of the trunk and ran her hand across the top. It was the same trunk that Ginny and Harry had. She gazed down at the Hogwarts symbol and brushed away the tears in her eyes. This was Lily's old trunk. It had been sent to the house two days after Harry had arrived and she had placed it up here. Now she was going to give it to Harry.

It took a while for her to move the trunk down the stairs and into his room. Harry looked up when she entered and his eyes met hers. It was the same look he had given her when he woke on her porch that first day. She waved him over as she sat down in front of it.

Harry maneuvered around his sleeping girlfriend and moved to sit beside his aunt. His eyes grew wide as he looked down at the chest. Hesitantly he opened the trunk lid.

"W-what is this?" His voice was low barely above a whisper.

"Your mother's school trunk, it came here two days after you did. I put it up in the attic; I forgot it was up there."

Ginny rolled out of the bed as she felt Harry's emotions. She knelt beside him resting her hand on his shoulder. He reached into the chest and pulled out a photo album. "Looks like we have another to add to the collection," she whispered in his ear.

Harry slowly opened it and was shown a picture of his parents at their wedding. "It's their wedding album! Hagrid only had a picture of it and Sirius didn't have any," he said in disbelief. The three looked through the photo album before he set it aside. He reached inside and pulled out a brown chest.

Harry tried to open it but it wouldn't open. Ginny laughed as she read it. "Harry, it's not going to open for you."

"Why?"

"Because read it." Harry leaned over and read the side. He smirked and placed it in her lap.

"Then you open it up."

"What does it say?" Petunia questioned.

"That only I can open it, well not me in particular." Ginny said as she opened it. She squealed happily as she pulled out the invisibility cloak. "Yes! Now I have my own!" Ginny pulled it on around her and Petunia gasped as she disappeared. Harry was laughing the whole time. She pulled the cloak off and picked up the letter. "Oh you have to hear this:

This cloak was used by Anna, Alice, and I throughout Hogwarts. We let the 'Marauders' believe that they were in control of the school but they were far from it. Ask Sirius or Remus who will tell you that they battled the 'unknown pranksters'. Well as it may be, they were us! Yes, that's right I am not as big a bookworm as you all believe. Anna, Alice, and I ruled the school and pulled some of the most famous pranks on the Marauders and teaching staff.

"That is totally awesome!" Ginny said happily.

"I can't believe it, mum a prankster. I thought it was always Dad where I got it from."

"Well apparently your mum had him beat by a mile! Have you heard some of the stories about them?" When he shook his head she continued. "Fred and George told me all about them. One time they had the teachers performing to Elvis! Dumbledore was Elvis. You have to talk to them some time they have some interesting stories."

"I think I will. Sirius and Remus will be thrilled to know who they were out pranked by!" Harry pulled out a stack of drawings. "Wow these are Dad's!"

Ginny leaned over his shoulder and looked at them. "Looks like your mum was the main object. Look this one is from his first year! Wow I can't draw that well."

"I can," Harry mumbled. He turned over another picture. This one was Lily holding him. Another was of just him.

"You can draw?" Ginny said going back to his previous statement.

"Yes I can. My sketchbook is over there," he said pointing to the desk. He pulled out a few more random objects. "Thanks," he said as he gave his aunt a hug.

"It's the least I could do," she said quietly as she headed out of the room. She trudged down the stairs and was surprised to see Molly, another red haired boy, Dudley, Jamie, and a blonde sitting at her table. "What's going on?"

"Well Dumbledore decided that you needed a bit more protection. So that is what these two are here for. This is my oldest son Bill and his fiancé Fleur."

"Bill! Fleur!" Ginny cried as she came into the kitchen. She ran to her older brother who picked her up and swung her around.

"Hey firecracker, look at you, you're getting taller!" Bill said happily as he set her down.

"I haven't grown that much. How are you Fleur?" Ginny asked as she hugged Fleur.

"I am doing very well zank you. 'Ow is 'Arry?"

"He is great he's on his way down. What are you two doing here?"

"We've come to place new wards around the house and to make sure things don't repeat."

"Bill! Fleur! It's great to see you two again." Harry shook Bill's hand and Fleur kissed his cheeks.

"'Ello 'Arry, you've grown up quite a bit." Fleur said approvingly, making Ginny growl. The two girls faced each other before breaking out into identical grins. Harry and Bill just laughed.

"Sit down everyone so we can get some breakfast," Mrs. Weasley barked. Everyone took seats except for Harry, who moved with ease through the kitchen as they set plates.

"Have you all heard the news yet?" Bill asked.

"No we don't have contact with the wizarding world," Harry said with a shrug. Ginny shifted so she was resting back against him. His arm snaked around her waist.

"Well they put Peter on trial. He admitted to everything and he is supposed to get the Dementor's kiss. Well he would have if they hadn't all turned on us. The Aurors have him under lock and key. Whatever you did to him he isn't able to transform any more."

"Good, he shouldn't have been able to. So what else?"

"They've cleared Sirius of all charges and issued a public apology for what happened."

Ginny and Harry both let out excited screams at this. Ginny winked at Jamie, who was trying to hide her huge grin. Ginny kissed Harry and hugged him tightly.

"Who is Sirius?" Dudley asked.

"He was one of my parent's best friends. He was accused of selling out my parents to Voldemort. It wasn't until my…third year that we knew the truth. We had Peter but Remus turned into a werewolf and got away. He was 'supposed' to be dead but framed Sirius instead. So now justice is served!"

Ginny smiled. "Thankfully too it's hard to talk to Sirius when he is on the run." Her eyes met Jamie's who was about to start laughing.

Just then Sirius came into the house. "I am now a free man!" He said loudly.

Harry went to hug him. "That's great."

"It is it is. Now I have a few things to tell you." Sirius said after a moment.


A/N: Alright I have been getting a lot of reviews asking if this was a different story and yes it is I am sorryif I didn't make that clear to all of you but it is a new story, this would have been up yesterday if my computer was being nice. But here is the third chapter and I will be getting back to quicker updates I hope.

Seritha