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Chapter 17: Number Four Privet Drive

"Excuse me?" Petunia asked looking extremely offended by my introduction.

I scrunched my eyebrows, but repeated myself, "I'm Lily Potter, your niece," I said.

She scowled down at me, "Lily Potter died nearly 4 decades ago."

I nodded, "Yes, but, my father, Harry, named me after her," I said.

The woman's sour faced glared down at me, "Why are you here?" she asked her voice callow and sour.

"I need your help, please believe me," I pleaded ready to get down on my knees and beg.

Her nose twitched as she stepped aside, "Oh, come in, people will stare at you," I stepped inside of her house the eye-catching wallpaper making me feel sick, "You know, normal people don't go knocking on doors at eleven thirty," She said as she leads me into her living room, a small fire crackling in the fireplace.

I nodded as Petunia sat down in a sickly green armchair and motioned for me to sit in the cream colored one across from hers, "I'm very sorry if I woke you, Mrs. Dursley," I said looking down at my feet.

"Well, go on and take your hood off, let me get a good look at you child," She said straightening in her seat and her eyes squinting to look at me.

I slid the gray hood off of my head and straightened the short red hair that fell around my face. I saw Petunia reach over and turn on the lamp that sat on the small table beside her armchair, "My God," She said softly, "You look exactly like her," she squinted her eyes even harder so she was seeing through little slits like sideways snake eyes.

I nodded and sat there uncomfortably fiddling with my fingers in my lap, "Are you one of them?" Petunia asked, "A-a what's it called, Witch?"

I nodded, "I am," I said not knowing what to say next, "Where is your husband if you don't mind me asking?" I glanced at the photos of her and a man the size of Alaska and a child that was the perfect combination of the two.

Petunia glanced down, "My husband, Vernon, passed away last year," She said.

I immediately regretted asking, "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to open any wounds."

Petunia laughed slightly, "I'll go make us some tea," she said standing up and exiting towards the kitchen. As I waited I looked around the room at the odd décor and photos of her and her family strewn around the room. I looked at one picture particularly carefully, a photo of her and her husband at their wedding. Petunia was wearing a gorgeous gown that puffed out above the waist and a small tiara that held her veil in place. Her husband, Vernon, wasn't as fat and wore a suit with a vibrant purple tie. I couldn't help but wonder what I would look like in a wedding dress and how if Scorpius wore a purple tie at the wedding how much it would clash with my hair. I soon realized what I had just thought, Scorpius and I weren't engaged and there was no way that I could be sure we would ever be, but I couldn't help but think about marrying him and what are kids might look like.

I shook the thought out of my head as Petunia came back with two cups of tea and handed one to me, I took it gratefully and blew on it to cool it down. I needed to ask for her help and I needed to ask quickly or she would might just dismiss me, "As I told you before, I am a witch, and as you probably know from the death of your sister, there are some good wizards and witches and some bad wizards and witches," I paused as Petunia took a sip expecting some sort of retort from her, "Anyways, when your sister was killed, my father lived. During the battle of Hogwarts, we believed Voldemort to be defeated and thought that we had destroyed all of him. See, there are these things calls Horcruxes and they hold part of a person's soul when they kill someone, Voldemort had created seven of these and my father and his friends had destroyed them," I looked at Petunia wearily.