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Chapter 1

Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her office preparing for her upcoming fourth year lesson when she was disturbed by the tell tale signs of someone using the floo network. She straightened up and turned towards the fireplace and a second later Molly Weasley's head appeared in the flames.

"Hello Molly" greeted Minerva, "what can I do for you, I hope nothing is wrong."

"Hello Minerva," replied Molly, "I'm sorry to disturb you but I have a, uh, bit of a situation here"

"What is it?" exclaimed Minerva alarmed.

"Don't worry no one is in any harm, but I think we might need to speak to Albus and could you please send for Petunia Potter"

"Petunia Potter?" questioned Minerva, the name drew a blank, there was only one Petunia at the school. Molly turned her head as if listening to someone in the room with her "That is Petunia Edwards I mean."

"Just what is going on there Molly?"

"Well, it might be best if you see for yourself."

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On the whole the 6th year Defense Against the Dark Arts class was going well, they were attempting to learn wordless spells and although there was a constant hum most of the students were making progress and the lesson had been relatively quiet. Even Severus Snape seemed in a calm mood and had refrained from commenting when Ron Weasley had let out a sharp yelp, having bit through his lip in an attempt to keep from uttering what was supposed to be a wordless jinx. The students and Professor Snape were each working (relatively) quietly at their respective desks when they were interrupted by a loud knock.

"Enter" said Snape.

The door opened and Professor McGonagall entered. "I am sorry to interrupt your lesson Professor Snape," she said.

"Not at all."

"I must ask you to excuse Miss Edwards, Professor Dumbledore would like to see her."

He nodded his acquiesce. Petunia gathered her things and followed Professor McGonagall out of the room, leaving a curious class, and Professor, behind.

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Petunia Edwards, Minerva McGonagall, and Albus Dumbledore were in the latter's office; neither he nor Petunia understood the reason they were there.

"Why am I here?" asked Petunia worriedly when they had all taken their seats.

"Yes, I would like to know as well," agreed Professor Dumbledore, "I suspect it has something to do with the reason you have been admitted to the school." Petunia flinched visually and shot an anxious glance at Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore saw it,

"I can assure you Miss Edwards that Professor McGonagall has said nothing to me regarding your situation since the day you arrived, and very little then. I must admit I have been curious and I hope that I am about to be enlightened."

"Miss Edwards, I am aware that we decided that it would be your choice if and when you decided to reveal your background but I believe given the present circumstances it would be best if both Professor Dumbledore and I knew the truth of your situation" said McGonagall. At this Dumbledore raised an eyebrow,

"The present circumstances?" questioned Petunia.

"I was contacted this afternoon by Molly Weasley," started McGonagall, "a situation has arisen in which she felt both you and I may be able to offer some aid."

"Molly Weasley? Ron's mum?" said Petunia, "but I don't even know her, and she doesn't know me, what help can I possibly give her?!"

"I am not sure' said McGonagall, "but I believe if we know more about your situation we may be able to understand what you can do to rectify theirs."

"Theirs?" questioned Dumbledore, "What is Molly's situation?"

"I will leave that to Molly to explain," replied Minerva, "but first, if you would be so kind as to lend me the use of your pensieve there are some thoughts I wish to relive."

"But of course" said Dumbledore getting up from his chair, crossing the room and removing his pensieve from a cabinet; he placed it on his desk and sat back down. Professor McGonagall reached into her robes and pulled out a small phial that seemed to be filled with a shiny, misty substance, which Petunia could not identify as liquid or gas. She removed the stopper and poured the contents into the pensieve; she stirred it once with her wand and then stuck her finger in.

"Petunia Edwards" said Professor McGonagall, she and Petunia appeared to be in a small alcove off the entrance hall.

"Yes mam" replied Petunia

"I assume you are aware of this letter I received this morning?"

"Yes mam, from yourself, I mean your future self"

"Yes. It says that you do not attend Hogwarts, and I can tell by your accent, you attended an Australia school?"

"A muggle school yes, I was home schooled in magic"

"But you have been tested at O.W.L level"

"Yes mam, you arranged all that"

"Very well, now the letter does not specify which year you come from but I assume since it is from me that it is not far in the future," Petunia nodded, "no don't tell me," continued McGonagall, "but if I am correct in assuming that your parents or others that you know are currently attending Hogwarts, you may find it difficult."

"I've discussed this with you, that is, in the future."

"Ok, then I will not need to tell you the possible implications of you being here, and that it is best if you do not tell anyone where you are really from. You will be aware that there are ways to modify peoples memory, however I am reluctant to do this except when absolutely necessary."

"Yes mam"

"If you reach a point where you feel you need to confide in someone you can come to me"

"Thank you Professor"

"Very well, now we must go to the Sorting"