-August 31st, 1991-
Petunia flourished as she grew in the Burrow. Her loud personality and dark red hair made her blend with the Weasley's clan easily. Other than her need to wear dragon hide she was a normal child.
On her fifth birthday Dumbledore had given her a beautiful black necklace with a red jewel hanging from it. The necklace, as Dumbledore explained, kept her unusual powers in the palms of her hands. As long as she kept her emotions in check she would be fine. She relished not having to wear a set of dragon hide armour everywhere.
Even with her necklace, her gloves sadly could only last for around five months at a time before falling apart. With the Weasleys financial state, Dumbledore kindly paid for Petunia's gloves from a 'dear friends' vault.
Never once did Petunia question her part in the family, even with her gift. Still, she needed space for herself away from the Weasleys. So she began to build herself a treehouse out in the woods by the paddock. One favour from Mr.Weasley and her house stayed up easily, despite her lack of knowledge when it came to building.
She proudly painted it all by hand, the inside an egg white with little lyrics and doodle here and there while the outside was charmed to camouflage with its surroundings.
Having always had a unique love of music, she was delighted on her 8th birthday birthday to receive an old acoustic guitar that had belonged to a great uncle till he passed. Since then she would leave the case in her little tree house along with her song book so she could do the things she loved in peace and quiet. Everytime she left she would roll down a tarp over the windows to keep the rain out and head home for supper.
--August 31st, 1991--
Today was a lazy day as they waited to go to Diagon Alley. Petunia sat thinking up lyrics in her treehouse as Fred, George, Ron and Ginny raced around on broomsticks.
Pursing her lips, Petunia picked up her guitar to see if her lyrics went well with her rhythm. Pulling her guitar onto her lap she closed her eyes and focused on the first few strums. With a deep breath she let the words she'd been working on for months free.
"Oh, it's so nice to be with you.
I love all the things you do.
And it's so nice to hear you say,
You're gonna love me in every way.
Honey, I got the notion,
You're causin' commotion in my soul.
Honey, you and me have got somethin' that's real.
I know it's gonna last a lifetime.
Aww, ya better believe it, girl.
At night I call your name,
Darkness fills my room, I'm only dreamin',
About the time I'm gonna be with you.
Oh, it's so nice to be with you.
I love all the things ya say and do.
And it's so nice to hear you say,
You're gonna-"
A loud smack woke her from her trance, and she saw that Fred had fallen from his broomstick into her treehouse.
"You've got some nice pipes sis." He smirked, rolling onto his stomach to try and get a look at Petunia's lyric book. Slamming it shut, she was about to chew him out for snooping when she realised there were three other faces grinning at her as well.
"Are you guys serious" She snapped, watching their smiles slip.
"This is why I don't sing around you guys! 'Cause I know you're gonna snoop on me!" She had the same uncanny anger as Mrs.Weasley did, and only George dared to stand up to her.
"Well, you were singing quiet loudly and your voice sounded really good so we came up to listen. Sorry that your so easily offended!" He scowled. Petunia's anger fizzled away at his comment.
