Petunia felt a heaviness in her chest, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was like a weighted blanket, comforting and warm. She blinking her eyes clear finding the familiar ceiling of her bedroom above. She felt sore, but somehow better than ever.

The girl reached up, placing a hand on her chest. Was that real?

The memories of another life flitted through her mind once more. It was an odd sensation. She was both Lucy Charleston and Petunia Evans. Though the first was more like a distant memory, or perhaps an angel sitting on her shoulder. She could almost hear her other self having a fangirl moment at the thought of being in the world of Harry Potter. Though it only took a moment before that excitement turned to concern.

In this world Voldemort was at large.

Searching her mind, she found that the conversation with her friends was the last memory. There was nothing after that, just darkness. The girl reached up to the sore spot on her forehead. She winced, finding the tender flesh bandaged. At least she'd made it home, some how.

Slowly sitting up she looked around the room, an assortment of purple and green tones decorated the childish room. It was almost too much honestly. This would probably be one of the first things she changed.

The girl reached out for her journal, it resting on the night stand near her bed. Flipping it open she poised her pencil, indenting to write down everything she remembered about this world.

There was one problem however. Lucy read so much fanfiction that she might not remember what actually happened in the books. It didn't help that the books took place in almost 20 years, aka after Harry is born. She knew there were horcruxes in this time, 5 or was it 6? It wasn't like she could destroy them anyways, she was just a muggle. There was no way she was handing over a list to the head master. Dumbledore was depicted as a manipulative bastard in so many stories, not to mention what little Lucy did remember from Canon.

Sufficeth to say, Dumbles was a no go. But then who else was there? There were several stories where McGonagall was under the headmaster's thumb, and others where she was the kids saving grace. How would she know who to trust?

Petunia supposed that they would just have to tread very carefully. That was fine, they had some time. If she was 11 then they had two years before Lily got her letter. That was two years to make a plan.

Surely that was plenty of time… Right?

Petunia had slowly made her way to the living room. Having gotten up to relieve herself she was halted by the sound of talking coming from down stairs. It only took a moments to decide, and down she went.

The sight she stumbled upon was a curious one. Lily was being sat down by both her parents, tear tracks lining her cheeks with red splotches. Beside her sat only one person, young Severus Snape.

He was thin, his cheek bones far to defined for someone so young. His hair was pale with an almost vampiric look to it. His hair was raven black, and a little shorter than she'd expected. It just covered his ears. While it was indeed greasy it wasn't terribly so. In both lives her own hair would do the same thing after only a single day. She took great care to wash her hair often because of that, for better or worse.

It was Snape who took notice of her first, wearing a blank expression as she slowly descended the last few steps. He'd felt her eyes on him. It was his gaze that caused the girls' father to notice her.

"Petunia?" Jasper Evans sounded properly surprised as he turned back to look at her. Her mother, Angie Evans, quickly turned to do the same.

Before Petunia could even consider what to say she was nearly tackled to the ground by Lily. The young 9 year old girl clung to her, sobbing out a muddled apologies. Petunia was shocked by the reaction, but Lucy wasn't. She'd had several younger siblings, responding naturally to the girl's distress.

Petunia wrapped her arms around her sister, tucking the red head under her chin.

"It's alright… I'm okay Lily." The words felt good to say. She gently stroked the young girls hair, closing her eyes for a moment. "You didn't to anything wrong."

The two adults in the room were shocked by the interaction, having expected Petunia to explode into a fit of rage upon her awakening. They were stunned silent watching they're children.

Lily slowly pulled away, still crying.

"I-I'm sorry Tunnie. I- I won't…"

"That's enough now." Petunia stated firmly, but softly. "I'm the one who was walking backwards, and down hill at that. I should have known better."

Petunia shook her head, gently touching the bandaged spot. Lily looked shocked, her mouth falling open. Her father and mother both stood, coming close as if to inspect her as well.

"Honestly, I'm fine. Just a bit of a lingering headache, that's all."

This spurred Angie Evans into action.

"I'll get you some ice." The woman spoke as she rushed away. She moved faster than the girl had ever seen in this life.

"Lets get you off your feet." Her father took carefully by the arm, leading her to the love seat. Lily followed, clinging to her sisters arm even as they sat down.

The girl was shocked by their reaction, though it was nice to be worried about. Her father lingered by her side, checking her eyes and such. He knew quite a bit about first aid from his time in the Fire brigade.

Before she knew it she'd been given something for the pain and an ice pack. Only after she pointedly asked her parents to sit down did they move away from her. Petunia shook her head at the lot of the, turning her focus to the boy who'd been watching the entire interaction silently.

"You're the one who helped Lily move me, aren't you?" Petunia's words didn't get much of a reaction out of him.

The boy nodded, a slight frown still etched on his face.

"T-This is Severus, Severus Snape." Lily began, still holding tightly to her sisters arm. "If it weren't for him I'd have never gotten you home." The girl's bottom lip wobbled slightly as she spoke.

"You gave us quite a fright." Mr. Evans folded his arms across his chest as he spoke. "Be more careful, next time."

"Yes, it was rather shocking to see him carrying you in Petunia." Mrs. Evans voice rang with a grateful tone towards the young man.

A mental image of this thin child carrying her in like a princess popped into her mind. She quickly dismissed it though. Surely these people were laying it on a little thick. It couldn't have been that bad.

Though perhaps they were just concerned about how she would react to the young man. Petunia knew that before she would have said some very unsavory things about the boy, having helped her or not.

But that wasn't how she was now. She was different.

"It seems I owe you my thanks Mr. Snape." The girl smiled softly towards the boy, nodding to him. "I really appreciate you helping my sister and I."

Lily's mouth had fallen open again, eyes wide. Mr. Evans was looking at her like she'd grown a second head, while Mrs. Evans was looking almost proud.

"It's nothing of consequence." The boy stated even toned.

His curt response earned more confusion from the other members of the family, but Petunia understood him. Well, Lucy thought she did.

"Be that as it may, my family and I want to repay your kindness." She carefully took a sip of water through the bendy straw her mother included.

The boy looked at her curiously, raising an eyebrow. Even at such a young age he had that look down, didn't he?

"I'm simply suggesting you stop by for dinner this coming Sunday. My mother makes a rather good Shepherd's pie, but there somehow is always too much for just the four of us."

The boy stared at her, trying to decipher what she really wanted. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't read minds… yet.

The girl mentally added something more to her growing To Do list. -See if Muggles can protect their minds.

"Oh…" Her mother held a hand to cover her shocked mouth. "Oh yes. I must insist you join us for Sunday dinner! We'd love to have you join us each week!"

"Really? He can come every week? What about twice a week? Or three times?" Lily began bouncing in place, excited by the prospect of having a new friend.

"Oh that's a lovely idea!" The woman clapped her hands.

"I'm certainly not against it. I would love to have another man at the table." Mr. Evans stroked the stubble of his chin at the thought.

It was Petunia's turn to stare in shock. The three of them continued to push the idea grander and grander, their excitement carrying them away. Snape looked overwhelmed, perhaps a little green. Noting the boy's discomfort the she decided to intervene. With two claps of her hand she silence the room.

They all stared at her.

"Honestly, are you trying to scare him away?" The girl let out a long sigh. "Let's start with one dinner and see how it goes."

The three Evans looked slightly abashed by her comment, but they didn't linger on it for long.

"Quite right Petunia." Mrs. Evans agreed, turning back to the boy. "I'm terribly sorry Severus. It's just been quite a long while since we've been able to have a proper dinner guest. We might have gotten a little excited."

The boy looked a bit better, but still off color.

"It's fine…" He stated. "I… I should be going."

He stood up, along with each of the Evans family.

"Thank you again for bringing my daughters back." Mr. Evans reached out, giving the boy a solid hand shake. Snape didn't flinch, but did hesitate to take his hand at first.

"I look forward to seeing you soon Severus." Mrs. Evans smiled excitedly at him, also shaking his hand.

"Me too!" Lily was practically bouncing.

Petunia let out a long sigh, not quite sure what of her family.

"I'm sorry about they're exuberance, but please know that they mean well."

Snape nodded, an odd look on his face as he tried to analyze them once more. Noting the setting sun he cut it short, seeing himself out with a muttered good bye.

The reincarnate watched her family chatter excitedly, a small smile making it's way onto her face. It was nice to see them so energetic around her, though they still couldn't compare to the family of her last life. That household was more like the Weasley family.

The chatter didn't last too much longer, the girls were both rushed off to bed. Lily because she was still young and Petunia because she needed rest to recover. Apparently they'd be taking her for a check up first thing in the morning, something the girl was not looking forward to. Regardless, she fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.

That night the Evans parents greatly discus the sudden change in their eldest child, both with a sense of hope for the future.

Lily Evans however, did not fall asleep easily.