Yay another chapter, I've actually had this written for a while so let me know what you think! I'm just getting ready to be hit by Hurricane Irene, it sounds fun!

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Warning: FLUFF and adorableness from Lily:)

Petunia Dursley looked at the selection in front of her before pulling the 1% milk off the shelf and adding it to her basket. As she walked on, deliberating about cheeses, she was savagely bumped from behind, her items dropping to the floor.

A shout of "Sorry lady!" came as a small figure brushed past.

Muttering about delinquent children she bent to pick up the food, hearing an angry woman's call of "James Sirius Potter!" as she did so.

She froze, going over the name in her mind.

It was just a coincidence, right?

There were surely other people then her nephew with the name Potter.

So stuck in her musings, she did not hear the other woman's approach until she was asked, "Are you alright?"

Having replaced everything she stood up and brushed herself off, annoyed.

"You should learn to control your children." She said, looking at the woman.

She seemed around 30 and was very pretty with flaming red hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was pushing a cart half filled with groceries and a small, redheaded toddler in the seat swinging her legs playfully.

The girl was chanting quietly, "James is a bad, bad, boy. " and Petunia felt some of her anger irrationally slip away.

The woman agreed with her, Petunia assumed by their similar looks, daughter, "Yes he is, sweetie. You can blame daddy for naming him James Sirius."

The small girl flashed an adorable smile and replied amiably, "Ok."

Her mother turned back to Petunia, "I'm really sorry. My son, James, has always been a troublemaker." She held out her hand, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name's Ginny Potter," she said with a warm smile.

Petunia to the offered hand, attempting to show no reaction to the name while it was secretly causing her gut to twist in all kinds of painful ways.

Before she could introduce herself a young boy rushed forward, his appearance making her feel slightly faint.

He looked to be about 7 and owned an eerily familiar mess of black hair that swept down near his brown eyes.

He ran up to Ginny Potter, "Are you almost done? I wanna go to Uncle George's shop!"

Upon hearing his sister's continued chant of, "James is a bad, bad, boy," he scowled and said, "Shut up, Lily." Before turning back to his mother for an answer.

She put on a stern expression and began to berate him but Petunia wasn't listening.

All she'd heard was one word, on name: Lily. She began to stare at her, Lily Potter, so intently that the little girl felt her gaze and looked up from where she'd been watching her legs rotate up and down.

She waved, "Hi," she said brightly. "What's your name?"

Petunia had to stop a smile at the girl's cuteness, "Mrs. Petunia Dursley." She answered, a small tremor in her usually stiff persona.

Lily's smile widened, "Ooh, you have a flower name too! My daddy had an aunty with that name, and I have a cousin, Rose, too."

She clapped her hands excitedly, Petunia had frozen in place; all the names were too much to be a coincidence.

With a last look at Lily she proceeded to back up, right into someone.

A large hand steadied her from behind, apologizing. The voice seemed familiar and it only took a squeal of, "Daddy!" from Lily to place it.

Unsure of what to do she stayed in place, searching for an escape route.

The man walked past her to the cart and she became frantic to get away when she saw the signature black hair and unforgettable green eyes as he lifted his daughter from the carriage.

So transfixed was she that she almost missed the quiet, "Excuse me." Issued from behind her.

Startled, she turned and gasped at the sight before her.

A small boy was looking at her expectantly, waiting to get past. His black hair stuck out in every direction as though he'd recently been near a high-powered fan. Familiar bright green eyes stared at her curiously and Mrs. Dursley had an errant thought wondering if cloning was common in the magical community.

She shook her head mentally, that was ridiculous.

Though she could have easily mistaken him for Harry at that age there were small differences. This child, though skinny, had a healthy look about him as one well cared for. There was also no scar marring the smooth skin on his forehead and no spectacles perched on his nose.

"Are you okay, Miss?" he asked politely, interrupting her thoughts and making her realize she'd been blatantly staring at him for over a minute.

"Oh…um…"

She was saved from answering by the person she wanted to escape most, "Who are you talking to, Al?"

Ginny answered, "Oh, that's the poor woman James knocked over earlier."

Petunia gulped slightly and turned around to face Harry Potter for the first time in along time.

He was still holding his petite daughter who had her arms wrapped around his neck, a few laugh lines had been added to his face and he was a bit taller then before. He seemed much better fed and had gained muscle throughout his body, but his raven hair was as messy as always and his eyes were the same shade of green as they widened in surprise.

"Aunt Petunia?" he managed, the first time they'd spoken in about 14 years.

She nodded and Ginny, his wife Petunia thought, thinking how odd it felt to say that, looked between them and asked, "Wait, as in Petunia Dursley?"

Harry nodded, "The same."

The change in Ginny's expression was immediate, she looked at Petunia angrily, and almost accusing and Petunia realized she'd most likely heard stories of his childhood. She winced and looked down guiltily.

Ignoring his wife's obvious state of anger Harry spoke, looking slightly uncomfortable, "So, what have you been doing these past years? How's Uncle Vernon?"

She looked up but couldn't seem to gaze at him directly, "Oh, I've been doing well, Vernon's retired."

"Yeah, I think Dudley mentioned it." He replied.

Petunia was slightly surprised; she hadn't known Dudley had been in contact with his cousin.

An awkward silence settled and Ginny seemed to be attempting to refrain from screaming at her in front of the children.

Apparently not sensing the tense atmosphere, Lily reached up and snatched away her father's glasses with her small toddler hands. Meanwhile the two boys were fighting over something trivial, but neither parent bothered to reprimand them, too caught up in the moment.

Harry blinked, seemingly realizing that he could not see. "Lils, can you give daddy his glasses back, he really needs them." he said questioned his daughter who was currently examining his lenses and trying to fit them on her own face.

"Oh, sorry daddy." She said, and attempted to put them on for him but only managed to poke him in the face.

"Ouch."

"Sorry, daddy." She repeated and then proceeded to kiss her palm and lightly tap the spot on his face she'd poked. "All better."

He smiled and took the glasses in his own hand, expertly placing them on his face.

Ginny was also smiling lightly as she watched their interaction and Petunia found her own face lacking its usual stern look. She didn't want to miss out on the chance to know another Lily Potter and maybe make up for some of her past mistakes and jealousy.

"Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow?"

Sorry if the ending was a bit abrupt, but tell me what you think anyway! REVIEW!