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It was the evening of October 31st, 1981, and something felt wrong. Petunia, sitting quietly in her living room at Privet Drive, felt a sudden jolt of energy surge through her—the kind that only came when something catastrophic was about to happen. She shot up, her heart pounding in her chest, her instincts telling her something was terribly wrong.
Then she knew: Lily.
Without hesitation, Petunia opened a portal to Godric’s Hollow. Though she had never interfered directly, she had always kept tabs on her sister’s cottage. Her magic cut through the layers of the Fidelius Charm, and in a flash, Petunia arrived outside the Potters’ home.
She could feel it—the dark magic in the air. Voldemort had been there.
Her breath caught in her throat as she raced toward the house. The front door had been blasted open, and inside, she could see the flickering remnants of a curse hanging in the air. With trembling hands, she stepped into the cottage. The smell of burning wood and the sharp tang of spent magic filled her senses.
The scene before her was devastating.
James lay motionless in the hallway, his eyes wide open in shock, a victim of Voldemort’s killing curse. Petunia’s heart ached for him, but there was no time to mourn. She could feel the faintest pulse of life still in the house—Lily.
She rushed up the stairs, her feet barely touching the ground, until she reached the nursery. And there, at the center of the room, was Lily, collapsed on the floor beside Harry’s crib, her red hair splayed out like a fiery halo. Harry was crying, but he was alive. The curse that Voldemort had cast upon him had rebounded, leaving only a scar on his forehead.
Petunia knelt beside her sister, her breath shaking. She gently turned Lily over and saw her chest rise ever so faintly—she was alive, barely.
Without a second thought, Petunia summoned her powers, drawing upon the healing arts she had learned at Kamar-Taj. Her hands glowed with a soft golden light as she placed them over Lily’s heart, pouring her energy into her sister.
“Stay with me, Lily,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You have to stay with me.”
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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...
