Well, some of you probably won't be pleased with what I am putting here in this scene, but...enjoy regardless.

On the day of the third task, Harry was asked to join the other champions with their families as the families of the champions were asked to come watch the final task. Initially, Harry had thought the Dursleys had been invited (though he was positive they'd have not come) and then thought of Sirius, but he was given the biggest surprise of his life when he saw the least likely person in the world standing in a corner of the side room of the Great Hall: Petunia Dursley.

She seemed so small standing alone in that corner in her best pink Muggle blazer and skirt and black heels. She held onto her white handbag tight, her brows pinched and her lips pursed and her eyes worried. Then she saw Harry and gave a curt wave to him as he approached her uncertainly.

"Triwizard Champion." She muttered when he finally reached her. "Dangerous and foolish."

"You actually came?" Harry couldn't stop his mouth falling open.

"That Dumbledore man is very...persuasive." She told him and then she glanced around worriedly at the wizarding families around her. "They ALL use magic?"

"All of them." Harry nodded, smiling slightly. "You're not going to make me look like an idiot in front of all of them, are you?"

She seemed about to tell him off until the Diggory's came over.

"There you are, are you?" Amos looked straight at Harry. "Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric's caught you up on points, are you?"

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"Ignore him." Cedric advised. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeter's article about the Tournament...you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts Champion."

"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?" Amos was saying to Petunia.

"And how did you expect him to?" Petunia asked in a chilly voice and Harry's mouth fell open again at her defense of him. Was this week going to be one surprise after another?

Mr. Diggory seemed about to say something, but his wife put a hand on his arm and he decided to not.

"Shall I give you a tour?" Harry asked and, after some hesitation, Petunia agreed.

It was like a surreal painting, taking his Aunt Petunia around the grounds of Hogwarts. He showed her as much as he could from the Forbidden Forest to the Beauxbatons carriage to the Durmstrang Ship.

"I'd like to see the Whomping Willow." She finally admitted to him. "Lily told me a bit about it...how Severus would always try to find out its secrets."

"Severus knew my mum?" Harry asked, surprised, as he led her towards the Whomping Willow.

"They were best friends in and out of school." Petunia gave a sniff as if she hadn't liked the idea. "I think he always saw her in a different light than she saw him. Personally, I never cared for him...you know Severus?"

"Yes." Harry smiled, realizing now how Snape had known her name. "He's my Head of House. I'm in Slytherin."

"Lily always said Slytherin was a bad House...except for Severus."

"She was wrong..." Harry said after a moment. "Slytherin isn't all that bad...just misunderstood...kind of like snakes."

"I don't like snakes." Petunia mumbled.

"You'd have probably been in Slytherin." Harry told her. "If you'd been a witch."

Petunia's jaw stiffened and she didn't say anything else.

They returned to the castle for lunch and sat at the Slytherin table, while several people made rude jokes about the two, but Harry honestly didn't care at the moment, because he was glad he hadn't been the only Champion without some family there.

"You don't have any friends?" Petunia finally asked as she picked uncertainly at her food.

"I do." Harry gave a nod towards Theodore who was several heads down the table. "Theodore Nott. He's a bit shy and right now...we don't hang out."

"Why?"

"Because...well...there's this horrible Journalist named Rita Skeeter who has been spreading lies and she's made it impossible for us to be friends because his father wouldn't approve...it's really complicated and stupid, but...I try to understand."

Petunia nodded slowly and then told him about the letter she had received from his Head of House. "I don't care what you get up to, but don't you let it come home with you."

"Of course." Harry agreed. "Um...if I told you something that you'd not like...would you not tell Uncle Vernon or Dudley...and not be mean to me to?"

She gave him a suspicious look, but nodded her head anyways.

"I'm a...Pueramoris...uh...I like blokes..." He watched her stiffen, but plowed on anyways. "And that's what Skeeter's been up to like mad because she lied to everyone saying Theo and I...you know...when we hadn't...and that's why...Professor Snape sent you that letter."

She gave another slow nod and said carefully, "I would...advise you...never...EVER...to tell your uncle...nor your cousin."

Harry agreed and they finally left the Great Hall to explore the castle. He showed her as much as he could: the Transfiguration classroom, where she met Professor McGonagall, and the Potions Classroom, where Snape gave her a sneer, but thanked her for coming...for Harry's sake. She said a few snide things back to him, but nothing to be hexed over. He introduced her to Flitwick and Sprout and Trelawney and showed her the Astronomy Tower and Owlery (she didn't care much for this place) and finally found themselves in the Common Room of Slytherin House. Here she actually seemed quite intrigued by the window as she kept wandering to it.

It was also here that they ran into Theodore alone.

"Hello, Harry." He greeted after a pause.

"Hey, Theo." He motioned to the strict woman beside him. "This is my Aunt, Petunia."

"Pleasure." Theo gave her a curt nod, but it was evident he didn't mean the word.

Petunia merely tilted her head in return in what was barely acceptable as a nod.

"Wish you luck." Theo told Harry with a small smile in his eyes.

"Thanks."

Theodore left and Harry turned to his aunt. "Well, probably best to head up to the feast now."

"Yes..." But she didn't move, instead giving the windows a sad and longing look. "I...I don't know if you know...but I sent a letter to Dumbledore when I found out I was only a Muggle...I thought maybe he'd...find a way..."

Harry swallowed at the lump that had surprisingly filled his throat. "I'm sorry there wasn't a way."

She looked at him, a frown on her lips. "I'm not. Imagine...I'd probably be dead just like Lily."

"Yeah..." Harry shuddered, not sure if it was from the cold of the dungeons or the chill that had settled over the conversation. "Maybe...I...have a question."

She merely stared at him, so he continued.

"If you wanted to be in the magic world so badly, why did you treat me so horribly?"

"Jealous, perhaps." She mumbled. "And fueled by Vernon...if you couldn't be magical...it was my final revenge on Lily for being..."

She didn't finish her sentence. "We should go up to dinner."

"Right." He led her out and watched as she gave the emerald green windows one last longing look before they finally left the Common Room.

It was a side of Petunia he had never thought he'd see.

I know quite a few people will disagree with this chapter, but I had an insatiable urge to write it like this, so take it as you will. :D Hope you enjoyed. Review if you want.