Author's note: Added text to previous chapter.

1

Petunia's gun entered the room before her, dropping Death Eaters. She had gotten to some sort of throne room, but no Tom Marvolo Riddle was to be seen. Then she ran into a left handed Death Eater that had snuck up on her stuck to the wall. He grabbed her gun holding arm's wrist and touched his wand to her temple. "Dodge this."

Instead, she pushed her arms up to twist into him and bit his wand. When he pulled on her gun arm, so did she and they managed to clear a space between them. He punched her in the face. His wand was torn away from him and she spit it out. She spun him around when he tried to rush her. When he turned, she had him dead to rights. "Where's Tom?"

"You can't hurt me, muggle.", the Death Eater said confidently.

Petunia glance around the room at the moaning injured Death Eaters. She shot this one in the thigh. THen she dragged him around by the hair to two that she proceeded to shoot in the head. She then burned his cheek with the hot barrel of her gun. "Where's Tom?"

"I can't tell you.", he struggled out. "He'll kill me."

"Yeah.", Petunia surmised. "Does anyone here not want to die right here and now or be left to the fiendfire coming up the stairs?"

A white blonde Death Eater raised his hand from the pooling blood beneath him. Petunia shot the Death Eater she was holding and every other one in the room. She approached the one who had raised his hand and kicked his wand away from him, keeping him in her sights. His other hand held his chest.

"Episkey.", Lucius Malfoy asked. "To hurt to apparate to St. Mungo's."

"Sorry, I don't have any of that.", Petunia replied.

He gurgled. "Stupid muggle.

"Essence of Dittany."

Petunia was about to refuse again, then showed him the potions belt she had. He pointed at one. She uncorked it and put it to his lips. "No. The wound."

She shrugged, reached into the gunshot and pulled the bullet out with her fingers. As he groaned, she poured the serum directly into his wound. Slowly the hole in his lung closed even though he was still mildly bleeding from the muscle between his ribs.

Lucius plucked the Pepper Up Potion off the belt and drank it. Petunia darted back as steam came from his ears and his pale face turned red. The man managed to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall. Petunia came to him again gun first. "Tom. Marvolo. Riddle."

Malfoy pulled up his sleeve to reveal the same snake and skull tattoo Severus had. He paid careful attention to it as he spoke. "The Dark Lord was prophesised to not be able to live in a world with someone born in the end of July to parents that had thrice defied him."

Petunia grew cold at the coincidence.

"Only two sets of parents have lived long enough to stand against him three times. The Longbottoms are aurors, so he sent Bella and Fenrir and that lot after them. In the Order of the Phoenix are the Potters."

"How do I stop the fiend fire?", Petunia asked.

"You can't, muggle.", Lucius told her. "Either the wizard has the will to pull it back or they die."

Liver, lung, lung, heart...bleed out and then brain death. Another two minutes.

Petunia was already standing. She saw the smoke billowing from the doors to the room. She gave Lucius one last look. "Be seeing you.", she said with her hand covering her heart. The woman drew in a breath and ran full tilt at the nearest window. She had planned to tuck and roll for the three story drop, but a Whomping Willow broke her fall with a pretty clean uppercut about midway. However, she was able to roll away. The Whomping Willow burned, flailing but burning. Another crack sounded clumsily above the roaring fire.

2

The small gate to what James had laughingly told her was Potter Manor was already ajar. Petunia rushed through the blasted door. The interior was dark but she couldn't miss her sister's lifeless corpse plastered against the floor. She heard movement and voices from upstairs, so she raced.

"Avada Kadavera!", Voldemort cried out. Petunia watched her sister drop dead in front of Harry's crib.

The woman pulled a pin, hit a buckle, and then threw the entire grenade belt down the hall. The Dark Lord heard and turned. His wandless Protegos glanced away all the bullets that were fired in his direction, his not needing to voice his intent able to easily deflect the small lumps of metal.

It distract him from the blasts of the grenades. Even as his wand was still lit with the full intent of his Protego, his body was thrown through the nursery window. The wand tip dragged across an infant's head jaggedly, in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Petunia rushed over the corpse of her dead sister. She shimmied out of the window and dropped to the ground, only to find an animate mess of a once handsome man. Nose impacted. Hair rapidly burning off. Lips smashed thin. The weaker tissues of his eyes smashed red. It spoke to her. "You cannot kill me."

"Yeah.", the woman agreed. Petunia kicked the wand away from him and walked away. Voldemort wandlessly and wordlessly sent an Accoio at her and her gun yanked her back to him. She dumped every bullet that remained in the gun into Voldemort. As he dealt with that, she walked into the garage and reloaded.

Petunia returned with the lawnmower's gasoline. She dumped it on Voldemort's mangled body. "Try being immortal without a body." She picked up a burning ember from the exploded window and tossed it through the vapor threshold. A small explosion, hardly worth mentioning, but Voldemort went up in flames anyway. Eventually, after enough thrashing, Petunia could have sworn the smoke moved out of the way as if a soul - no, a wraith - had torn itself free and escaped into the night.

But what did she know about magical targets? She did pick up his wand as proof of death. When her family took Lily to shop at Ollivander's, it seemed like wands were unique to the witch.

Lily.

A black shape collapsed from the night sky. Not from thin air in a twist or a pop or rolling off a broom. Petunia swung her gun onto Severus. Recognizing him, she holstered it and took out something much more devastating: his marker.

She popped open the silver disk. "You owe me."

Severus was covered in his typical black flowing robes and coat and other victorian age dressings. But his face was covered in tears and his hair matted to his head with sweat. "I tried.", he blubbered. "The memory that I had you get to Dumbledore - it worked. He took me in as a spy. I warned him. I warned the order. They should have hidden her. They told me she was out of the country behind a Fidelus where Black was the Secret Keeper. And every whore I went to swore he was gone...or dead. She was supposed to be safe."

"My sister, Sev.", Petunia reiterated.

"You can kill me.", Severus told her.

She took a breath. "No. That would be a professional courtesy.

"You wanted this world? So badly that you would turn your back on us? On me? On the Family? For what?" Petunia swept her arm across the exploded windows and ashes in the grass. "You can keep it. I never want to hear a single word about magic or witches or you ever again. Believe that I am going to hold onto your marker forever Severus Snape. Even after you're excommunicado for denying it."

Petunia turned away from him. "She's upstairs. Lament over her if you want."

3

Vernon came to the door only to find an infant wrapped in a blanket and a letter addressed to himself and his wife. They were holding a most oxymoronic, hypocritical celebration. It was the one they had promised each other. Petunia had completed an impossible task. She was out. But the quiet was not because of their own child, cribbed upstairs. But she had taken hours to become her non-professional self again. And only then had she truly sunk into the stage of denial that her sister's household was dead.

The man lumbered the infant inside. Petunia looked up from her chair. He only handed her the letter. She recognized Severus Snape's careful script. The look she gave Vernon was only tempered by the fact that he was holding a child...no. He was holding Harry!

She tore open the letter.

"Dearest Tunie,

I am so sorry. If this was about me, I would still be writing pages. But it is not my story.

I found Harry James Potter still alive. We thought about taking him. He would have been raised kindly by powerful celebrities, caringly by those who had known him, even famously as the Boy Who Lived or some such. But you and I know how cruel the world can be. And what it really takes to survive in it.

Another issue is that I owe you family. I am not claiming my marker at this, as he is not the ask of it. But some debts cannot be made in markers.

Please, Tunie. You have a son his age. I know you want to forget. But do not forget why you got out. I will remember forever.

Eternally bound,

Severus Tobias Snape."