Name: The Inner Eye

Summary: AU. Petunia Evans didn't marry Vernon Dursley – instead she went for the seer, Daniel Pasturl. So when Harry Potter turns up on their doorstep, how will the couple handle it? Will Harry get the childhood he deserved? Dumbledore bashing. Ron bashing. Intelligent!Harry Seer!Harry

[Disclaimer: I do not own anything from HP, J.K Rowling does. I am only doing it for entertainment and not money]

: Author's Note: First fanfiction so please enjoy and don't criticise me, I'm doing my best. I've been writing different stories for a while now, each with different plots but I decided to choose this one because I like how Petunia acts in it. And the whole Inner Eye plot. This is slightly based of Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality, even though I have not read that fanfiction apart from the first chapter. This fic may not be completed, though, because I can't really keep to a storyline that long. PM me ideas for the story if you have any. Thanks. You may see some modern references, such as gameshows, but I unfortunately did not live in the 1980s or 90s so I have no experience.

Included: Intelligent!Harry Seer!Harry Ron bashing. Dumbledore bashing. OOC Petunia. OOC Harry.

Era: Golden Trio

Pairings: Petunia/OC | Harry/Hermione | Ron/Luna

Prologue

31st October, 1981

Petunia flicked through the channels on the TV, trying to find something even remotely interesting. It was still quite early in the evening, meaning none of the good stuff was one for a few more hours. Shows like Bullseye and Mastermind passed her gaze with some interest, but nothing made her excited. Or even merely angry, like all gameshows did, as a matter of fact.

Her eyes wandered towards the family portrait. The tallest person was her husband, Daniel, a tall, rather handsome man with brown eyes that reminded Petunia of the chocolates he had gotten her for Valentine's Day. She stood beside him, grinning. Petunia had small blue eyes, that Daniel often said reminded him of a clear, autumn's day, and long brown hair. In her arms was a baby with big brown eyes, like his father, and a broader chin, like his mother.

Petunia leaned into her husband's embrace, glancing upstairs. The room above the living room was the nursery, which was where their baby, Luke, was asleep at the moment. "Should I go and check on him?" she asked. "I'm worried, Daniel."

Daniel moved her closer towards him. "It's just a motherly instinct, sweetheart," he said softly, playing with her hair. "I reckon Luke is probably just dreaming about his awesome parents."

"Nah," Petunia said, smiling. "He'll be dreaming about Hogwarts, won't he? Go there and make friends like his daddy did."

Daniel smiled sheepishly back. He was a wizard, a very powerful wizard, in fact. He was a seer and could see into the future. Petunia had been surprised when she found out that her fiancé was a wizard but quickly told herself that he wasn't a freak, he was different. She had met him in a normal university, after all.

"About Quidditch too, I reckon," Daniel added, sitting up straight. "He could be a good keeper if he's ever interested. Adam was a keeper, you know. Been playing for England for a few years now." Adam was Daniel's twin brother and Petunia despised him.

"And little old Lily is in hiding. I'm so proud of my family," Petunia snapped, groaning inwardly. "They're all blaming me for not saying hello and I don't even know where she lives! And before that I was busy with studies and you and Luke… I still am really."

Daniel placed his finger on her nose, shushing her. "I don't blame you," he whispered. "And do you really care what those people think? It's just the three of us here, you know."

They sat in silence for a moment before a baby's wail echoed throughout the house. "And you were correct," Daniel said, shaking his head sadly. "Something is wrong with Luke. Babies shouldn't cry so much. They should be obedient to their parents." Petunia giggled and watched as her husband walked up the stairs, before arriving back down with a bundle in his arms. Luke had woken up from his nap and was laughing as his father tickled him on his bare abdomen. The 1-year-old had changed dramatically since the family portrait was taken and now had a fine mess of brown hair on his head.

"I wish I could be mad at you," Daniel sighed, glancing at Luke. "But you are just so cute." He poked Luke in the belly button making him laugh again. "Why does he have to look exactly like his mother?"

"What are you talking about?" Petunia said, peering at her baby. She couldn't believe that she had made such a beautiful thing with a wizard. "He has your eyes."

"And your heart," Daniel added. "You know, if I look into the future, I can see that we will be a very happy family."

"How many kids?" asked Petunia. She wasn't sure what she wanted, Luke was perfect but something about a big family always seemed better, in a way. But she didn't want her children to hate each other, as she and Lily had, still did. Daniel closed his eyes and opened them, grinning.

"Four."

Petunia tried her best to smile. Daniel had said they would be a happy family, didn't he?

"What are you worrying for?" asked Daniel, sitting beside Petunia and rubbing her back. "You'll be a great mother and I don't even have to look through my inner eye to see that." He kissed her lightly on the cheek before standing up and walking through an archway towards the kitchen. "Better start making dinner."

"How about takeaway?" Petunia suggested, her husband turning around and grinning. He loved takeaway, even though he never admitted it. "Some Indian? Chinese?"

"Curry does sound good."

Petunia took Luke from Daniel as he made the phone-call. Petunia stared in Luke's eyes. If there was one thing he had inherited from Lily, was her confused look. He was giving it to Petunia right now and suddenly cried.

"Shush," whispered Petunia. "What's wrong?"

She had just fed Luke before his nap, he felt no heavier and he would've just slept in her arms if he was tired, so what was wrong? Maybe he missed his daddy?

"Dan," she called. "Dan! I think Luke misses you. He's crying for no reason."

The response did not please her at all. "Babies cry for no reason, sweetie. Just pet his head and I'll be there in a second. Usual? Any chips with your curry?"

"Fine," huffed Petunia, patting Luke's head. He continued to cry, grasping thin air in his tiny fists. This was partly why Petunia wished she had just continued her studies for the university instead of quitting and running away with her magical husband. She felt sorry for her parents who had to put up with two screaming babies at the same time. Petunia hoped to spread her babies out, age-wise, so life wouldn't be too challenging. Daniel soon entered the room and picked up Luke, who was still crying.

"Is Mr Grumpy Pants awake?" Daniel asked. "Go back to sleep Mr Grumpy Pants and wake up Mr Happy. Wake up!"

Unfortunately, Luke kept crying. And he kept crying while the couple waited for their takeaway.

"Should we call Adam?" Petunia said finally. "He always is happy around him…" As much as she hated her brother-in-law, desperate times came to desperate measures. Especially when her baby was involved.

Daniel shook his head. "He's at a Quidditch match in Hong Kong. He wanted me to watch him but I'm not missing out on Halloween with my big man." He attempted to tickle Luke again, but the baby was still screaming and wailing. Daniel instead checked his watch.

"When do you reckon the first trick-or-treaters will come?"

At that second there was a knock at the door. Petunia got up to answer it and picked up a bowl of fruit before walking towards the door. She opened it to find two pre-schoolers at the door, both wearing zombie masks.

"Trick or treat!" they cried, holding out two plastic pumpkin baskets. They seemed very disappointed when two apples landed in their baskets and turned around, immediately moaning to their mother.

"I hope Luke never turns out like that," Petunia said as she entered the living room, shaking her head. "Moaning to their mother about getting apples. Don't know what's good for them."

"He's got me for a father," replied Daniel. "Me and my muscles." He flexed, showing his big biceps. "I just have to tell him I got these from fruit and veg and he'll be eating those things like bunnies to carrots."

Petunia laughed. Daniel had admitted at their honeymoon that he had actually done a glamour spell on them to make them appear all big and tough, when actually he had barely done any exercise in his life and preferred to sit on his backside all day, reading a book.

"And when he finds out you used magic to do them," Petunia said. "What will Luke do?"

"Eat fruit and veg to please his mother so he can go to Hogwarts quickly?" Daniel half asked, giving Petunia a questioning look.

Petunia took the bait and kissed him on the cheek. "This is why I married you," she whispered. "Not because of love but because you don't know what you're doing half the time."

"Or maybe I do," Daniel said, patting Luke's head. When the baby continued to wail, however, he pulled back, a disappointed expression appearing on his face. "Okay, baby will not stop wailing whatever we do. How about we call a few policemen for backup?"

Petunia giggled. There was a ring at the doorbell and Daniel went to answer it and he returned back with their takeaway. They both grabbed their selected boxes and opened them, before eating. Their cosy living room filled up with the scents of India. They snuggled closer as Daniel grabbed the tv remote, and switching to a channel about policemen. Petunia groaned.

"We've watched this millions of times!" she moaned. "Can't we watch anything else?"

"Any suggestions?"

The room remained silent except from Luke's scream. Petunia and Daniel tried to ignore the fact that their eardrums were being shattered into a million pieces, but they couldn't. By the time they had finished their meal, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Should I put Luke to bed?" asked Petunia. "He must be very tired by now."

"Yeah," said Daniel. He smiled meekly. "We all need our beauty sleep, don't we? Big man's gotta be all handsome like his daddy." There was a chime of the clock and all of a sudden, all went silent. The parents glanced at each other, both equally shocked before peering at their child. Luke was now sucking his thumb as if nothing had happened.

"What?"

"This probably happens to all parents," Petunia reasoned. "Come on, you get ready for bed while I'll put Luke to bed." She yawned. "I think I may go too. Not many trick-or-treaters tonight, huh?"

"We have no decorations," Daniel explained. "Nobody wants to go to the boring houses. Plus, haven't we been only giving out apples the years we've been here. Parents don't really agree with us either, come to think of it. I've heard them saying we're too young."

"Lily's even younger and she's got a child with Potter boy," Petunia snarled. "Same age as Luke, I think." She turned to her husband. "Do you want Luke meeting Harry? They're going to anyway, with Hogwarts and all that, but the letter's Lily's been sending me and I think they're really spoiling him."

"Sure," Daniel said, raising an eyebrow. "As long as you are okay with it? Harry is probably going to be an annoying little brat when he goes to Hogwarts but I want Luke to make friends. I've already set up playdates with my classmates' children."

Petunia nodded and picked up Luke. Her baby had just nodded off and was leaning his head in the crook of her arm; all the wailing seemed to have made his exhausted. The couple nodded a goodnight before going their separate ways.

The house wasn't much, since Daniel and Petunia had only just started their jobs when they moved in. It was small and snug, with rugs and cushions filling every corner. Many photos hung on the wall, and scribbles on paper were placed on the fridge, since they were Luke's art. Most of the furniture was second-hand and ancient since Petunia's parents had died several months before due to a car crash, and Potter wouldn't allow anything like that in his house. But Petunia, Daniel and Luke all felt comfortable there, and nothing would change that.

Petunia moved through the tiny hallway, squeezing past an old cupboard, before looking up. Somebody was knocking at the door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it and immediately blinked, pinching herself. At her doorstep was Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall and Rubeus Hagrid.

Petunia peered over her shoulder. "Dan?" she called. "Has anything happened to you?" She turned to the wizards. "Does Daniel need to be back at Hogwarts?" she hissed. "Because you are not taking my husband. He left the Wizarding World for me and he is not coming back."

Daniel arrived behind her, looking terrified. He bowed his head at his former professors and game-keeper.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you need me?" he asked. "I told you when I left that I would no longer be helping you make predications. I only do them for people who treat me with respect."

Dumbledore nodded his head. "I do not need your predications," he said gravely. "I only need to find out whether you will forget the past for a child." He held out of a bundle and Petunia gasped. It was a miniature Potter, with a deep, red scar cut across it's forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Harry," she whispered. "Why isn't he with his parents?" She only feared for the worst; that Potter and Lily had thought they were too young for parenting and had given up their child. They were hidden away so nothing dangerous could've got them, could it?

Hagrid let out a huge sob and blew his nose on a handkerchief. His eyes were red and puffy, as if he had been crying. What had happened that was so sad?

"Lily and James…" McGonagall now spoke out. Her usual strict expression was more vulnerable now. "… they're… they're dead."

Petunia expected that she would've broke down in tears, hugged little Potter as close as she could or beg the heavens to take her away with her sister. But instead she ignored the sensation of water in her eyes and gave the trio a mocking expression.

"So?"

Petunia smirked when she saw Dumbledore's startled expression, he clearly hadn't be expected that reaction, before he covered it up with a small, but sad, smile.

"You are Harry's only existing relatives," he explained. "We expect you to take him in and treat him as one of your one, while preparing him for Hogwarts. We've put up blood wards so that…"

"Hang on a moment," Daniel cut in. "You don't give us a choice? Just take the baby because you want us to? No child needs to think that they were just adopted because their guardians were forced to."

"You are going to take Harry in though?" asked McGonagall, slightly afraid.

"Yeah," replied Petunia. "Except we'll treat him like a real kid that needs to learn manners instead of just spoiling him like Lily and Potter did. Do you need anything else?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No," he replied. "Though, I'm sure Daniel will realise tomorrow, in the newspaper, I'm sure, that Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived. Lord Voldemort," All the wizards shivered at the name, "came to the Potter's home a mere few hours ago and killed Lily and James. He was told by the traitor Sirius Black. He tried to kill Harry too but for some reason he couldn't. If you want to join any of the celebrations, you are welcome to."

Daniel reached over and took the bundle which contained Harry Potter, and nodded his farewell at the wizards. Hagrid gave a hoarse cough, while McGonagall did her best to help him by patting him repeatedly on the back. Her frail arm only went up to his waist, making Daniel chuckle inwards. Petunia and Dumbledore gazed into each other's eyes; Dumbledore to see whether he could find even the smallest amount of Lily in Petunia and Petunia to try and scare the old man away.

"Are you going?" she asked bitterly. "We've got Harry, what else do you want us to do? Dress up as his parents so he thinks they're still alive so he can always live in an easy world? We're raising Harry as we'd raise any of our children, not you're way. Dumb-dore."

Daniel gave an apologetic look. "It's almost quarter past ten," he said, glancing at the clock behind him. "We should get the babies to bed. Anything else?"

"The blanket's Lily's, isn't it?" Petunia suddenly asked. "I remember it; I was jealous of that blanket and I tried to snatch it from Lily's cot when everybody was asleep."

Dumbledore nodded and backed away, before disappearing with a pop. Hagrid climbed onto a huge, silver motorbike before speeding into the distant, fading in with the sky as he climbed higher and higher. Only McGonagall stayed for farewells.

"Goodbye," she said, sniffing. "If you need anything, contact me and I'll help. Dumbledore, well, he… he does everything for the Greater Good. Doesn't think about the little things, you see, so, come to me first before him, okay?"

Petunia nodded. She preferred McGonagall to the headmaster. "Goodbye."

McGonagall gave them a small smile before disappearing with another pop, leaving the street in silence. Before the couple even dared to look at each other, they glanced at the babies. There was Luke, watching his parents in awe. He giggled and held up his arms almost knocking into Harry. Harry was asleep, unknown that he was now an orphan or that his cousin had turned into his adoptive brother.

The family entered the house and went upstairs, before going into the nursery. The nursery was colourful and bright with toys, pictures and book everywhere. In the corner was a cot, which was where Luke usually had his naps, and a changing mat. Petunia took Harry from Daniel and placed both babies in the cot, kissed them both on the forehead before leaving the room.

"Night, boys," Daniel said softly. "See you in the morning." He walked up towards the cot and sighed. "You both shall be friends when you're older, right? No fighting whatsoever. Luke," he turned to his own son, "make sure Harry settles in alright, okay? Harry," he turned to his nephew, "make sure Luke is under control. Though, you can hardly be tame yourself with your father's genes." And then he left.

Daniel entered the master bedroom to find Petunia on their bed, weeping. He sat down on the bed, patiently waiting for her to stop. That was one of the things he liked about Petunia; she never showed an weakness in public. Finally, her sobs became coughs and she looked up at Daniel, as if he was a predator and she was the prey.

"Lily's dead," she whispered slowly. "Lily's dead. Oh, Dan," she grasped his shoulders and pulled him into an awkward hug. "It's all my fault, I should've been there for her. And Black!" She suddenly became savage. "He shall pay for what he has done; I always told Lily that he was no good!"

"Black is probably in Azkaban by now," Daniel reasoned. "Harry wouldn't want his aunt to be a murderer, would he?" Petunia opened her mouth as if to speak but was cut off by Daniel. "I know you were thinking about that, don't lie to me. Anyway, you're just tired. Let's go to sleep."

Petunia rolled her eyes. "We've been saying that for the past half an hour. It's only half past ten. Wanna watch a movie or something? I think A Perfect Couple is on." Daniel smirked, it was his favourite movie.

"Sure," he said. "As long as I can sing along." It was Petunia's turn to smirk; they both knew how bad Daniel was at singing. He had auditioned for a musical before he had gone to Hogwarts and had lost the part to a boy who sounded like he was choking.

"Fine," grumbled Petunia. "You know, I think Staples is working for Broadway now."

"You wish," chuckled Daniel as they left the room. "I wonder whether we should get Luke into acting classes. Or Harry? I reckon with a father like me they have a very good chance."

This time Petunia burst out laughing. She didn't stop until Daniel threatened to leave and watch the movie without her. "Alright, Crow," she giggled.

"I thought we'd agreed not to use that name," Daniel said, frowning. "Flower."

Petunia grimaced. They both equally hated their nicknames and hadn't used them since they had met at university. She shook her head and walked through the doorway before going down the stairs, almost tripping on their pet cat, Morris, before entering the living room. She turned on the TV and watched as A Perfect Couple began. Daniel quickly fell onto the sofa next to her, grinning.

"You weren't expecting to watch it without me, were you?" he asked. He glanced at Petunia, as if judging her. "Do you think Harry will be happy living here? With Luke and me and you. Are we good enough to be his parents? He is the saviour of our world, after all…"

Petunia stared. When she had been pregnant with Luke, she had been questioning while Daniel told her that they will be the perfect parents.

"We're going to be great parents," she reassured him. "We're going to have four children, three without Harry, and only an hour ago you were telling me we will be a happy family."

"I suppose you're right," came the reply. Silence filled the air as the first scene came to a close. Neither knew how much Harry Potter would impact their lives.

: End Author's Note : I know Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid came to give Harry to the Dursleys on the 1st November in the books, but I think they wanted to give Harry to the Dursleys in secret in the books, maybe they were a little scared of Vernon and Petunia, but I think they would've been happy to give Harry to Daniel and Petunia in my version without any secrecy. Any ideas? Do you like this fanfiction? Please favorite, follow and review.