Work of fanfiction no money is made.

Petunia´s apartment day after fight year 1979

The morning after her fight she woke up to the ringing of her phone.

Walking to the living room she picked it up.

`Evans residence. Petunia speaking.`

`Good morning Tuney. How are you?` said a familiar woman's voice

Hiding a groan she said. "Fine."

"Well dear you do not sound fine. Still not found a job" said the woman.

"You know that and I think you are behind it." Petunia said her voice laced with anger.

She heard the woman chuckle.

"Why they ever gave you a pardon I will never know." The woman said.

"Well aunt Hazel be your nosy self then and find it out."

Her aunt Hazel laughed it was a nice warm laugh.

Hazel McGregor had never approved of her sister marrying her husband. And she had made that very clear every time she visited.

She still was fond of her sister and daughters but her brother in law was for some reason not good enough for her sister.

The old hag as she was fondly called behind her back by her cousins was twenty years older as their mother and a widower with two sons.

Her husband has held a job in a part of the government which part Petunia did not know."

"Well dear I have a part of that puzzle now. A friend of mine recommend you. And my curiosity was raised after last night's antics of yours."

"What a lovely thought that you still watch over me aunty. Others have a fairy godmother and I have a snooping one. Not enough gossip to gather in your own circle of associates? "

"Well dear, you are in need of someone keeping an eye on you." Was her aunt's reply. "You are expected for lunch. Don't be late and wear something presentable." With that her aunt hung up.

Putting down the phone Petunia suppressed the urge to throw it against the wall."

Aunt Hazel had been out of the country when she was convicted and was in jail. When she was back in jail her aunt had visited her.

Jail somewhere in England.

Petunia was sitting in her cell reading. Being one of the few prisoners held at the crowns pleasure in this prison meant she was barely left out of her cell.

The only times was when she showered or was let out for some free time.

She did had not much contact with the other inmates which suited her.

Hearing keys bang against the door of her cell she looked up.

When it opened she saw a guard standing in the door.

"Well Evans it's your lucky day. You got a visitor maybe you be out again at the end of the day."

Standing up she gave the guard a smirk.

This guard had known her from her old prison and was one of the few that knew how she had left that prison.

Following the guards she was led to a room were prisoner could talk privately.

When she was let in to the room she was surprised by the person sitting there waiting for her.

Dropping down on the chair she looked at the greying woman sitting in the chair on the other side of the table.

Hazel McGregor was a woman who was nearing her sixties green eyes looked at Petunia out of face that looked like it had been cut out of stone. The slender woman looked at the guard and made a shooing motion.

When the guard left she turned her attention on Petunia.

"Hello aunt Hazel." Petunia said.

"Hello dear mind telling me why you are not out on good behaviour?" Her aunt asked. Her aunt had never been someone to beat around the bushes.

"Well it's called bad behaviour when they keep you here." Said a smirking Petunia.

Petunia thought she saw the tiniest raise of her aunts lips before her aunt scowled at her.

"That's true dear but starting fights is so uncivilised."

"Never started them just finished them." Was Petunia's reply.

" My sister should have been stricter with you. Hurting that boy for no reason. Why could you not been more like your younger sister."

Biting back tears Petunia glared at her aunt.

"If you came here to tell me that I should have allowed that boy to have his way with me you can leave. I will make it even easier for you by leaving first."

Her aunt looked like she just had been slapped.

"That was not wat your parents told me." She stopped speaking after she saw Petunia stand up and walk to the door and knocked on it

The guard that had brought her opened the door and Petunia stepped outside looking over shoulder she said.

"Good by aunt." the last word was laced with venom.

Leaving her aunt looking shocked when the door closed behind Petunia

Present.

Petunia looked at the clock it was eight thirty in the morning. Seating herself on the couch she grabbed the gin bottle and filled her mug again.

Her aunt had not visited her again while she was in jail. When Petunia came home one day she found a postcard in her mailbox written on the card was the sentence "I am sorry Tuney." It was signed by her aunt.

Sipping the gin she looked outside the fog had not yet faded away.

What had happened that her aunt a person that never apologised without a very good reason had send her that card Petunia did not know.

It had arrived a couple of days after she had gone to confront her parents

Well that had been an eye opener.

They had not spoken or seen each other before their conversation over the phone.

Past Cokeworth Train station 1978

When Petunia had arrived in Cokeworth she found that not much had changed the only thing that had changed was her childhood home which no longer stood were it used to be it had been destroyed in a house fire a couple of months ago .

It had cost her the parents that she had wanted to yell at.

Even if she despised them she felt still tears sting in her eyes.

The neighbours had been friendly to her and told her that her aunt had arranged everything for the funeral.

Lily had not come to the funeral. What had surprised many except her.

Lily probably heard about the funeral after it already had been.

While drinking tea with her old neighbours she learnt a lot about the things that had happened the last couple of years. The surprise was the dead of the Snape boy parents short after each other. There were rumours that the dead of the father had not been natural. After thanking them for the tea Petunia left for the train station.

Sitting on a bench waiting for the train Petunia was watching the people around her. How long had it been that she had sat here waiting for the train to school leaving for another term.

Ancient history an tale of another live. The live of an innocent girl dreaming of a grand exciting future." Que Sera, Sera." The song kept playing in her thoughts.

"Well look who dared to return home?" said a nasal voice.

Being brought out of her thought she was surprised by the voice of the person who spoke to her she would have loved to never hear or see again.

Looking up Petunia was met with the face of the person that had spoken a certain woman who had been very gleeful when her sentence was read convicting her.

"Hello Dursley, How are you today?" she said In a cold voice.

The young woman that stood in front of her resembled her brother

In size and build had she been the old Petunia she would have felt happy that the person before her would notice her. Now it was just inconvenient.

"Should you not been locked up somewhere?" The nuisance demanded to know.

"Got out on good behaviour." Was her rely

The nuisance snorted making her disbelief known.

"That I can't belief you wrench with all the fights you were in."

Petunia raised an eyebrow. She would like to know how this rich bitch had known that piece of information.

"My parents made sure you were properly welcomed after you hurt my little brother for nothing." The fat nuisance bragged.

Petunia felt her blood to start boiling. Nothing huh? She thought

At that moment her train arrived. Standing up she felt the nuisance try to push her back on the bench. But she stepped easily around the woman.

"Where not done yet you hussy."

Stepping on the train she turned around and faced Marjorie Dursley.

"Well if I am as you say a hussy I am better off than you. Men would pay to be with me. Unlike you who have to pay everyone to be near you."

The Dursley woman gasped as a fish out of the water.

Before she could reply the train doors closed leaving a flabbergasted looking woman behind.

McGregor residence London.

Hazel McGregor put down the phone and walked to her and poured herself a cup of tea from the pot standing on her desk.

Swivelling her chair so she could look out over the garden of the house she leaned back in the soft leather of said chair.

Taking a sip she mused about the conversation she just had.

It seemed that Petunia was still upset with the family what was understandable.

Airing some of her sister and brother in law's dirty secrets would not make Petunia very happy it would only make her more bitter.

Telling some of her own would not appease her niece either.

But at the moment she and William had not another choice.

Because they needed her help

Even if lunch would be an uphill battle knowing herself and Petunia she was looking forward to it. She had not seen her cousin in a while after all.

Turning back to the desk she got back to work.

Petunia's apartment

Having finished her drink Petunia started her morning exercise.

Leaving the apartment she started her morning jog and after a good hour she returned home where she did a couple of other exercises.

When she started to shower she felt her body channel the energy it had absorbed to help her body to stay at the point of peak performance.

After the shower she dressed in her neatest clothes and put the laundry away reminding herself she had to get to the laundromat sometime this week.

After putting away her groceries and the gin bottle She did some of the chores she had not wanted to do for a while.

After half an hour her apartment looked tolerable looking at the clock she saw the time and picked up her coat and handbag and left her apartment.

If she had enough luck she could be just in time at her aunt´s house.

Well she planned to have none of that luck. Her aunt was always annoyed at people who were late

Stepping outside it seemed that her aunt had suspected her plan because in front of the building stood a black Bentley.

The driver stood beside said Bentley and when he spotted her he walked to her.

"Miss Evans I presume." He said in a crisp voice ignoring the glare Petunia gave him

"Please follow me. Your aunt expected you would have trouble arriving on time."

Following the driver who opened the door for her she seated herself while in her thoughts she saw her aunt laughing to herself about outsmarting her.

Stupid old noisy hag.

"Let's see if this lunch is worth it." She thought.

McGregor residence London.

"Do you really think your cousin will be able to help?" A grey haired man in a pristine pin striped suit asked his hostess.

Said hostess smiled at him.

"I think she can. But convincing her is going to be a problem."

"I see."

"William I hope we can convince her my contacts have told me she is one of the best to have at your man's back. He is good but does knows not enough of the mundane world."

The man picked up his glass and took a gentle nip from it.

Looking to the fireplace he started to frown.

"Don't worry William, it will work out. I know it will."

A knock on the door alerted them to the arrival of the butler.

"Miss Evans has arrived."

"Thank you Harold escort her to the dining room please."

"Off course my lady."

"Well Hazel let's face the first obstacle for success then."