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As Harry grew, he learned about his heritage—the wizarding world, the sacrifice his parents had made, and the dark times they had all survived. But unlike the lonely and confused boy he could have become, this Harry grew up confident, loved, and cared for.
Lily often told him stories about his father, James. Harry would sit at her feet, wide-eyed, as she recounted tales of the Marauders and their mischief at Hogwarts. Sirius, never one to miss an opportunity to exaggerate, would jump in with wild embellishments, making Harry laugh with disbelief. Remus, ever the modest one, would smile quietly, correcting the more outlandish details while adding his own thoughtful insights about James’s loyalty and bravery.
But Harry’s favorite moments were with his Aunt Petunia. Though she was not a witch, her powers as a sorcerer fascinated him. She would often practice her magic in secret, drawing glowing symbols in the air and creating portals that Harry could peek through. Sometimes, when she was in a particularly good mood, she would teach him simple spells from the mystic arts, though she always warned him to keep them secret from the wizarding world.
“Magic is not just about wands and incantations, Harry,” she would say, her voice gentle but firm. “There are forces out there much older and more dangerous than anything you’ll learn at Hogwarts. But you’re not ready for that yet.”
Still, Harry was enthralled. While his mother and Sirius prepared him for the world of Hogwarts and Quidditch, Petunia offered him glimpses into the wider, more mysterious universe of magic—the one that existed beyond the boundaries of the wizarding world.
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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...
