Petunia Evans was lost in thoughts; she still couldn't believe that her niece was already nine years old. Only nine, and already more intelligent than most adults. She shuddered. She could easily see the hunger in her niece eyes, the want to learn everything and rule the world around her. Her niece had learned to conceal her almost unnatural coldness toward anyone but most of all she had learned not to get her way if she got mad. Oh, she knew her niece wasn't nice or even warm person but that didn't meant she wasn't polite. Her thoughts slip yet again in that faithful day…
Flashback, Courtroom 4, 1983
"Dursley versus Dursley!" the judge said and slam the hammer.
"I want the freak out of MY house!" Vernon Dursley yelled before anyone had said anything else.
"Mr. Dursley!" judge said. "There are no freaks in this courtroom. So care to tell me who you mean by calling "freak"?" the judge asked with no smile in her face.
Vernon pointed small child against Petunia Dursley. The boy was a mess, abused really until his aunt finally got the courage to go against her husband. They had all the evidence of child abuse they needed, the boy, Harry, had had go to hospital because of the broken bones and blood and high fever he had had when they had first seen the boy. The boy had come around after week of high fever and his broken bones mended back in places after another 3 week. The boy and his aunt both spend this time in hospital. They could not go home. Everybody knew that. It was even worse because there was other boy too in the household. Dudley Dursley, the son of Vernon and Petunia. He too was abused but in complete opposite mean. They feed him too much, gave him everything he wanted and doted his every whim. Not healthy.
"Are you meant to say to me that you think of your nephew as a freak?" the judge asked to be clear.
"Yes." Vernon answered.
The judge sighed. This was going to one of those cases again.
Hour later Vernon Dursley was sentenced to jail child abuse, child endangers and attempt of murder for 10 years and Petunia Dursley was now Petunia Evans. Dudley was send to his aunt Marge Dursley and Harry James Potter was named Victoria Mameha Evans. And so Harry Potter disappeared and Victoria Evans was borne.
End of Flashback
Petunia remembered the months after the divorce like it was yesterday. They had gone home and everything just screamed Vernon and Dudley to her. She had to get redid everything. So she sold the house, her own clothes, all the furniture's, everything. After selling the house and buying a new one in London. She all so got a job as a secretary in law firm that had helped her on her own struggle with law. All this in just over three month. And then she took her niece with her to shopping spree. And what a beautiful memory it was to her.
Start of Flashback, big shopping center, London 1983
"…And you can have everything you want, Victoria" Petunia said smiling.
"Mameha. I want to be called Mameha." Victoria or Mameha like he wanted to be called said.
"Very well. I will call you Mameha. It is as pretty as Victoria. But now we are here to buy you whole new look…" Petunia talk some more but Mameha tuned it away as he was more interested in one shop practical.
It was smaller than most but it had just the vibe that Mameha needed to notice it. What he didn't know was that it was magical shop and only those with magical abilities could see it.
"That one first." he said and pointed 1001 Night Dream, which was the shops name.
"Oh, I haven't see that one before." his aunt amused loud.
"We must go and see what they have. Come along now, Mameha."
"Ah, welcome to 1001 Night Dream, how may I help you today? I'm the owner of this shop Miss Bellamoore and I would be ever so happy to help you and your daughter on your shopping today." Miss Bellamoore said smiling as soon as they had entered to the shop.
"Oh, well, I'm her aunt actually and we are here because Mameha saw this little shop and we both wanted to see what mysteries it holds inside." Petunia tells Bellamoore.
"Ooh, a young witch. How old she is? She must be very powerful to see my shop. Are you witch too? No, you said your niece saw the shop, so you must be muggle then." Bellamoore said excited.
Petunia had gone paler and paler the more Bellamoore had talked. They had entered in magical shop. She looked in to her niece. Oh, no, she knew that look. They would be here long and she would be forced to tell her everything after they were home. But she wasn't Petunia Evans for nothing. She would make sure that this shopping trip would be success.
"Ah, yes, I am muggle and she is very powerful. And she is nearly five years old." Petunia struggled through her answer.
"Ooh, how exciting. She must be pureblood. No mudblood would ever be able to come in my shop." Bellamoore stated more like a fact than asked if her niece parents were wizard and witch.
"Yes, she is. Her parents were Lily and James Potter. She is Victoria Evans, but please call her Mameha." Petunia said proud of her niece. She knew Potters were Old blood and they had a lot of money which was Mameha's.
To say Bellamoore was shocked was to say that Voldemort was little evil. She was complete rocked of her comfort zone. She didn't know what to think. Potters had had a little boy not a girl so he was a cross-dresser. And had his name changed. Ha, she almost could see the Albus too-many-middle-names Dumbledore to panic when there wasn't a Boy named Harry James Potter to attend Hogwarts in six years to come. The press would have a field day when that would like out.
"Ah, then everything is good. She indeed is pureblood and from old blood that is." was all she said after all she was Slytherin herself and could see that Vic- Mameha would be one as well when she would start her schooling in Hogwarts.
"Now, is there anything specific that you are looking for or are you just looking?" Bellamoore asked all in professional again.
"Kimonos. All kind of them." Mameha said without any hint emotions in his voice.
"Ah, what a lovely choice. We just got new shipments strait from Kyoto and Tokyo so we are well stoked on kimonos. Come, this way Mameha, let's go and see if we can find you kimonos that you love." Bellamoore babble and lead Mameha and Petunia farther back in the shop.
After two hours they were ready scream. Mameha was nearly impossible to please. They had found her six summer and spring kimonos, four autumn and winter kimono, three formal and now they were looking for extravaganza, something that would definitely make sure that everyone notice her. So far he had only glance the kimonos they were showing to him and cast them away without second look. Some he put in third pile that they had no idea was except they all were in the shades of greys.
"You two are hopeless." Mameha said finally.
"Where the kimonos are?" was asked with irritating voice and it showed to him a moment later.
Half an hour later Mameha was coming back with three more winter kimonos, one formal and five extravaganza looking kimonos and no more than ten grey shaded kimonos.
"Now, was that so hard?" Mameha said looking smug.
Bellamoore and Petunia just looked him and stared him.
"We take all the kimonos I have here and all of those in those three piles" he continues when neither of the adults was talking.
"And now I want to see your inner kimonos and obies. I all so need hair ornaments, tabi socks and maiko shoes. I hope you have all of these" Mameha said with hint of superior in his voice.
That snapped Bellamoore out of her coma like state.
"Ah, right this way, Mameha." she said and took him in small room.
"I'm really sorry to say that we don't have many shoes here but I hope you find everything else satisfactory. If not, please call me for help." Bellamoore said and left Mameha alone in the room. She had kimonos to take care after all.
It took about half an hour for Mameha come back from the room. What they couldn't believe was his display of his magic and his control over it. After him came levitated boxes of shocks, ten box of shoes, dozens of hair ornaments and twenty-seven inner kimonos.
"I want these too." Mameha said in voice that makes you do whatever the voice is telling you to do.
"How would you like to pay this all? In muggle money or in wizarding money?" Bellamoore asked after she had tallied all the rest of the clothes.
After seeing their astonishment, she launch herself in telling about Diagon Alley and the rest of the Alleys and of course the goblins bank, Gringcotts. When they still weren't out of their amazement she said that they could just go and take care of the money in Gringcotts.
"And prey tell me, how we are going to get there?" Mameha asked little sarcastic.
"By floo of course." Bellamoore said like it was the most natural thing in the world. To her it was but to Mameha and Petunia it wasn't. They hadn't ever even heard floo before let alone use it.
"Of course. And how one does use this floo?" Mameha asked even more sarcastic than before.
"Ah, I see. You live like muggles. Let's make a deal. I will keep these all here under your name for a week and if you haven't come back I will sell these to someone else and I will show you the floo enter here in my shop, what do you say?" Bellamoore asked Mameha little sacred of him.
"Make it two week and you will company us to this wizarding bank, Gringcotts, and you have deal." Mameha stated to Bellamoore and she knew she would do just that.
Petunia was amazed her niece yet again. Of course she knew that he was intelligent but to make sure that they were safe when they venture first time to wizarding world… Even she was impressed of his manipulate nature and the way he use people around him.
"Of course, Mameha. Let me just put these away and we can go to Gringcotts." Bellamoore said defeated. It took only couple of minutes to make sure that everything was ready for them to go Gringcotts.
Bellamoore took them to the back of her shop. In there, the whole room was dominated by huge fireplace. She took some powder from little urn on the edge of the fireplace and throw the powder in the fire changing the color from golden yellow to light green.
"Now, whatever you do don't let go of my hand, okay?" Bellamoore said before push Petunia and Mameha in the fireplace.
"Gringcotts" was heard before all three disappeared in whirl of colors and then the fire was golden yellow again.
End of Flashback