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For several agonizing moments, nothing happened. But then, slowly, Lily’s breathing began to steady, her chest rising and falling more evenly. Petunia continued the healing spell, her brow furrowing in concentration. She could feel the traces of Voldemort’s dark magic clinging to Lily, but Petunia’s magic was stronger. It was ancient, bound by the laws of reality itself, and eventually, the dark energy dissipated.
Lily gasped, her eyes fluttering open. Confusion filled her gaze as she looked up at her older sister.
“Petunia?” she rasped, her voice weak. “What… what are you doing here?”
Petunia let out a soft, relieved laugh, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ve always been here, Lily. I never left.”
Lily’s hand reached out weakly, gripping Petunia’s. “You’re… you’re not a Muggle.”
Petunia smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. “No, I’m not. I’ve been fighting a different kind of war all these years. One you never knew about.”
Before Lily could respond, a sudden, overwhelming pressure filled the room. Petunia’s senses sharpened instantly. Someone else was coming—no, something. Voldemort had unleashed more than just a curse. A ripple had spread through the magical realms, and dark forces had sensed the disturbance.
As if on cue, a tear in reality began to form at the far end of the nursery. A swirling mass of dark energy materialized, crackling with chaotic power. Petunia’s eyes narrowed. She had dealt with this kind of creature before—a wraith from another dimension, drawn to the aftermath of great magical events.
Petunia rose to her feet, her hands already glowing with golden light. “Stay with Harry,” she said, her voice firm as she stood protectively in front of her sister and nephew. “I’ll deal with this.”
Lily, still weak but aware, pulled Harry into her arms, shielding him as best as she could. She watched in awe as Petunia summoned her powers, creating a shimmering shield of mystic energy around them.
The wraith screeched, lunging forward, but Petunia was ready. With a swift motion, she conjured a spell, her hands moving in intricate patterns, weaving energy through the air. The creature slammed against her barrier, but Petunia didn’t falter. She had faced far worse.
With a final flick of her wrist, Petunia unleashed a blast of energy that struck the wraith in its core. It let out one last shriek before dissolving into nothingness, leaving the room silent once more.
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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...
