Petunia felt her heart drop in her chest. She watched the flower bloom in her sisters hand, small and beautiful. There was fascination in Lily's eyes, a sense of wonder, only horror gripped Petunia. The wind kicked up around them, thousands of flower petals took to the sky around the sisters.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Lily asked in amazement, staring up at the scene.

Petunia closed her eyes. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. It was too much. The blood pounded in her ears like a drum. Her strength failed her, her own weight bringing her to her knees. She held tightly to the grass, clinging for dear life.

"Tunie!" Lily suddenly called, kneeling beside her sister.

The wind halted, the flowers fell over the sisters like snow in July. Lily took her sisters shaking hands in concern.

"Are you alright?" The young red head asked.

The terrified girl slowly looked up, meeting her sister's gaze with one of fear. Adrenaline kicked in, she jumped to her feet putting distance between them as she backed away.

"You… you…" The girl couldn't get her words out.

"Petunia?" Lily questioned.

The other child continued to step back, holding herself around the middle with shaking hands.

"You… fre-" Petunia's words were cut off as she lost her footing, falling backwards.

"Petunia!" Lily shouted, reaching out for her sister in fear.

The older child felt dull pain ebbing from her forehead. She'd twisted in an odd way while falling, hitting her head on the ground. She saw her sister come to her side, tears streaming down the young girls face. She was sobbing, calling for help desperately but Petunia couldn't hear a word she spoke. Her limbs felt heavy, her mind however felt suddenly free. Like she had suddenly come out of a brain fog, or had her morning cup of coffee.

Coffee? Why would she drink coffee? She was 11 years old, that was hardly a responsible thing for her to do… But she loves coffee. Two sugars, one cream, maple syrup drizzled in the cup, and a stick of cinnamon to stir it. That's how she always gets it at the local shop. Dave knows that after a few hours of working she needs another shot of expresso to keep her going. He brings her a scone with it when his manager Marry isn't 'round. She's a stickler for the rules.

But how did she know all that? Who on earth were Dave and Marry?

Petunia blinked slowly, her eyelids growing heavy. She faintly saw another figure beside her sister, but couldn't make out who it was.

Images kept flashing through her mind, memories of another place. She saw people driving on the wrong side of the road, smelly yellow school busses and equally smelly school buildings. There was a family, her family. She it clearly now.

Before she had been Lucy Charleston, University student in America.

The Charleston home was wild and full of laughter. Little siblings that flicked off the light when they knew she was reading, only to come back after a few seconds and turn it back on with a laugh. Somehow she couldn't be angry at them, no matter how many times they did it. Parents that listened to her, spoke to her like a friend. Well, until they caught her reading in the middle of the night.

In her defense, it was technically early morning.

Her Father laughed right out loud, her Mother wasn't nearly as amused by her smart comment. She had friends, finished school, went on to university.

Petunia watched the vision with avid fascination, craving such a relationship once again. The Charleston family would celebrate acing a test with cake and ice cream, while the Evans might only give a small pat on the shoulder. The Evans family was quiet. They didn't really speak much at family dinner, only small talk. They were reserved… Well, they were at least around her. She'd heard them laughing around the dinner table, halting as soon as she walked in.

The girl ignored the hollow feeling in her chest at the thought. It didn't matter right now. She wanted to see it this other life, to remember it. She needed to remember everything! This was important, very important. Perhaps the most important thing in the world… But why? Why did she feel that way?

"Harry Potter…" The other her spoke in the memory. "I mean I read it once as a teen, but I mostly just read fan fiction about it now. "

"Don't you just hate his Aunt? I mean she'd so evil!" One of the friends spoke up.

"Petunia?" The other version of herself raised an eyebrow. "I'd hardly call her evil, compared to Voldemort or Umbridge at least. No, if anything I feel sorry for the poor girl."

Memories of reading these books began flashing through her mind as the other version recalled them. Petunia could only watch in horror as things started falling into place. She was that Petunia.

The girl felt tears start streaming down her cheeks. The tears stung, tracing raw lines down her face.

"But she was so cruel to Harry! I hate her!"

Her lip wobbled, her shoulders slumped. She held herself around the waist. It wasn't fair. She hadn't done anything! She didn't deserve this! She didn't want this! All she wanted was to be anywhere else. Why was she seeing this? What sort of sick joke was this?

"I don't."

The words hooked into her heart.

"I don't hate her." The past version of herself continued. "I'm disappointed, but I understand where she was coming from. I guess it would really depend on when I got to speak to her, but I'd want to help her as much as I could. She'd only human after all. If I were her, I'd want nothing more than for someone to tell me it was alright. That I didn't need magic to be special. That I was enough and would always be enough. I'd give her a big hug and say, 'Hi, My name is Lucy Charleston. Can we be friends?' and tell her to keep improving because nobody's perfect."

"You are such a Hufflepuff." Another voice sounded, earning a round of agreement from the others in the memory.

The girl smiled widely, proudly.

"Why thank you! I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Unless you were a Snake!" The others all laughed, Lucy eventually joining in as well.

"Seriously though, I'm not sure anyone could help that woman."

"We'll now I just have to prove you wrong Jane." Lucy rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure how yet, but I will!"

The table of friends laughed more at the girls antics, each assuming she was at least partially kidding.

"The only way that's going to happen is if you reincarnate as her Lu."

"Fine then! I'll do what ever it takes to let that girl know she's worth it!"

Petunia looked up at the memory, seeing the genuine smiling face who was talking about her. This person was so kind, perhaps the kindest she'd ever met. Her heart ached. She wanted to answer the girl. She wanted to be that girl's friend. She wanted to know that girl, and wanted that girl to know her.

The girl she used to be.

Suddenly the memory shifted. She was kneeling in a dark room in front of Lucy, the girl wearing the same please expression as before. Petunia froze, looking up at the young woman. She watched her approach, her heart pounding in her chest.

The woman knelt in front of her, a kind smile dancing on her face.

"Hi there, my name is Lucy Charleston. Can we be friends?"

Petunia's heart swelled, she blinked away more tears. The woman waited patiently, smiling even wider when the young 11 year old girl nodded.

"I'm… I'm Petunia."

"It's a pleasure to meet ya!"

With that the young woman wrapped the child in a tight hug, catching her by surprise. The child melted into her arms, returning the hug as she continued to sob.

Light enveloped the two, slowly growing brighter and brighter till all there was was light.

Authors Note- I've been struck by a random bout of inspiration. Obviously I scratched that itch, ignoring all my other stories in progress to work on this. It's rough and un-edited. Hope you enjoy this little thing.