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Petunia Evans had always known she was ordinary. From the moment her younger sister, Lily, received her Hogwarts letter, Petunia's world shifted into the shadows. It wasn't fair. Lily, with her radiant red hair and magical powers, was always the center of attention. Petunia, on the other hand, was left behind, trapped in a world of normality that she despised.
But when Petunia was twelve years old, something strange happened.
She was sitting in her backyard one summer evening, reading a book and watching as Lily waved her wand around, showing off new spells she had learned at school. Their parents clapped and cheered, full of pride for their magical daughter. Petunia, however, was lost in a haze of resentment.
That's when a shadow fell over her. She looked up, expecting to see the sun setting behind a cloud, but instead, there stood a woman. She was tall, wearing deep purple robes, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with a kind of energy Petunia had never seen before.
"Petunia Evans," the woman said, her voice like the rustle of leaves in the wind. "I've come to offer you an opportunity."
Petunia frowned, clutching her book tighter. "What do you mean? I'm not like my sister."
The woman smiled. "No, you're not. And that's precisely why I'm here. You have potential-a different kind of magic. The kind of power that could shape worlds."
Petunia blinked. Was this some kind of joke? She had no magic. She wasn't special.
"I can see you don't believe me," the woman continued. "But if you come with me, I can teach you. The mystic arts are not bound by wands and spells. They require discipline, strength, and most of all-determination. And I see that in you."
For the first time in her life, Petunia felt... noticed. She stood slowly, her curiosity overpowering her skepticism.
"Where would I go?" she asked.
"Kamar-Taj," the woman said, extending her hand. "A place where the impossible becomes possible."
Petunia hesitated. Her parents had always told her she was just a Muggle, that there was no magic in her. But something in her gut told her to follow this strange woman, to find out what she was truly capable of.
"I'll come," Petunia said, a spark of stubbornness in her chest.
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Beyond Just Wands And Spells /A Petunia Evans Short Story /Harry Potter
Fanfiction🅂🄷🄰🄳🄾🅆🅂 🄰🅁🄴 🄽🄾 🄻🄴🅂🅂🄴🅁 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🅃🄷🄴 🄿🄴🅁🅂🄾🄽 Petunia Evans, long overshadowed by her magical sister Lily, discovers that she, too, has the potential to learn powerful abilities-just not the kind of magic her sister practices...
