Petunia moved back to her hometown near Spinner's End the week after the investigation was over. At the same time she received a concerned letter by the Headmaster. She had never contacted him before because of her fear of Vernon and what he could do. Unlike Lily, Petunia has never been a brave one. She had envied her sister for so many reasons, courage being one of them.

When she first met Vernon, she was attracted by his appreciation of her cooking and home keeping skills, and then she was attracted by how gentle he can be despite his large built. The man maybe fat but he does have muscles when they first dated. His parents and his sister all saw him as the perfect son, the cat's meow, and the family's big teddy bear. But most of all, he was there throughout her father's terminal lung cancer.

Lily was busy with her world and though she was concerned, there was a war going on despite her promise to find a cure for their father in her world. But there was no cure…because wizards apparently never had a case of cancer. And then she was kept from Petunia by that stupid war after their father's death and her own marriage. She had married before her father's final days to make him happy then and Petunia was short of cursing her for doing something so celebratory when their father was lying weakened in his death bed, until she remembered that she can curse with harmless words but Lily can curse for real.

Vernon was her pillar of support. Her mother had died long before her husband due to brain haemorrhage, a shocking fact since she was always so healthy. Petunia was left with no one and Vernon had insisted that he can take care of her. He showered with attentions, attentions that she severely needed and Petunia, so desperate for a family again, agreed to his proposal.

Then he met James Potter and discovered Petunia's darkest secret; that her sister and his brother-in-law were magical and James' prank does not help. The evening ended in disaster when he called them freaks to their face after James caused his drink to spit at his face in hot streams to tea. Petunia admitted that she called Lily that every chance she get to express her jealousy and longing but it also hurt to hear someone else calling her baby sister that. Despite her jealousy and anger towards Lily somewhat selfish choice, she still loved her somewhere in her heart.

So she screamed at him for calling her that and they fought for the first time. Vernon then hit her so hard she saw stars. Petunia had threatened to leave him then but he threatened her back and that he will hunt her down and make her life hell. After all, no one will miss her. She has no friends since everyone called her Kooky Evans at school for mooning after a weirdo and for always defending her sister every time someone called Lily names at their neighbourhood.

Oh, perfect Lily doesn't know it but despite their souring relationship, Petunia still behaved as a proper big sister behind her back. In her mind no one has the right to call Lily names but her.

But the next day, Vernon became the man she loved again and they never fought…unless she does something he disagreed with. He wanted her to be his little wife, one who stayed at home and Petunia wanted to make something out of her life like going to college. He didn't allow her that and the abuse became more frequent but not as bad as when she insisted on keeping Harry. He would hit her and then showered her with gifts and moving apologies the next but Petunia for all her fault wasn't dumb…

And so Petunia lives her life day by day in fear of his fists and kicks until Harry killed him…

And now that she was free of him, Petunia wanted to start over. When Albus Dumbledore found her, she was so relieved that she fell to her knees crying. She had ignored his first few letters enquiring Harry and had finally written back that he wasn't to concern with Harry's wellbeing since Vernon had caught one of the letters incomplete in the fireplace one evening. She had practically tell the man to leave her alone so she may raise Harry in peace, that she needed no help whatsoever in raising him and that she could never forgive the Wizarding World for murdering her sister.

She played the guilt card on the elderly man in order to make him stay away…and it worked…

How she wished she had wrote the truth instead, begging to take Harry far away from her and her abusive husband who to everyone else was an angel of a husband and a pious and responsible man with a successful carrier and that his only flaw was his monstrous appetite, which he blamed on Petunia's delectable cooking. Who would believe her? And with how he kept the abuse quiet from even her son, she feared not even Dudley will believe her when he's old enough. To them he was the perfect family man, the perfect father, the perfect fellow citizen and neighbour, the example to follow for all other family man!

So when Dumbledore came to her door, Petunia had begged for his forgiveness and poured out the truth. She can't send Harry away, both her and he needed the blood magic that Lily casted. Lily had practically made them each other's only hope to survive should any of the madman's follower decided to avenge the death of their master, this was proven through when she once caught sight of a strange figure trying to find something in the middle of the night, holding an unmistakable wand in their hands only to kill the neighbour's dog for being so noisy before they do the popping and disappeared. It was the only reason Vernon conceded to accept Harry into his house but with the condition that he may do what he pleased with the boy.

Petunia suspected death was preferable to what Vernon had done to little Harry…

She took Dumbledore or Albus as he insisted, to the bedroom of her son and nephew. Harry still won't wake up and would only stir if she calls him Alice but nothing more. Dudley…oh, Dudley was still and staring into space. Both traumatised beyond any worldly help…unless magic can really bring miracle…

Albus sighed as he looked at Dudley; drool was dripping on the side of his chin and onto the pillow under his head. As he brushed the surface of the boy's mind, he realised that the boy believed himself to be still trap in what could only be described as a nightmare or a living hell. The sound of his father hurting someone whom he had decided to call little brother haunted his mind and being so young, he couldn't come out. He was forever scarred…and he needed an extremely skilled Mind Healer.

He looked at a sobbing Lily as she sat by Harry, her fingers raking through the sleeping boy's black hair. Albus tried to do the same to Harry only find himself in an unnamed place with strange skies and stranger sight. He then saw a young woman dressed in Victorian garb of blue frock and white apron stained with the unmistakable blood stain. A horrendous furless skeletal cat with tattooed body as large as a lion sitting on its haunches by her side, grinning at him with stained yellow teeth purring, "Well, hello stranger,"

Albus staggered, "Good afternoon,"

The girl stared at him with Lily's famous eyes; bright as emerald but unlike his ex-student's gaze, there was something wrong with the little woman's eyes. There were glassy and almost glowed with insanity. Her gaze hard and cold, cruel and merciless but at the same time…at the same time filled with broken wonder like the eyes of someone who seen much too much and yet still able to find something wonderful. She cocked her head to the side, "Who are you?"

This beautiful, cold beauty who could get the Malfoys a run for their money look at him with piercing gaze and Albus felt as though his mind was the one exposed and intruded. He shook his mind and blinked, watching as her beautiful face smirked, "Finally, someone worthy of my descendant,"

She turned and Albus was immediately captured by the grinning skull decorating her apron's ribbon. She stopped, her black and white striped stockings with the knee-length buckled boots stopping in mid-step, "Are you coming? You are looking for little Harry, aren't you?"

Albus nodded, "Ah, yes! And may I inquire as to whom I am speaking to?"

She smirked, "Alice…Alice Liddell,"