Nhìn này, tôi sẽ là người đầu tiên thừa nhận rằng mình không tin lắm vào kiểu có tồn tại cổng Thiên Đàng hay Địa ngục gì đó đâu. Tôi chẳng thể nói cho bạn biết mình mong đợi điều gì ở kiếp sau - nhưng chắc chắn nó không phải như này. Moody lườm nguýt. "Hôm nay cậu bị làm sao thế?" Tôi đáp lại cậu ta bằng một nụ cười toe toét. Ồ, các cậu chẳng biết gì đâu. Chuyện là tôi đã chết, lần đầu tiên, vào một chiều thứ Năm ngẫu nhiên nào đó. Tỉnh dậy trong cơ thể của một cô bé - và sống khỏe re nhờ đó - Myrtle Khóc Nhè. Chẳng biết là xui xẻo hay may mắn nữa. Nhưng than ôi, người mới chết chẳng được nghỉ ngơi. Vẫn còn việc phải làm. Giữa việc ngăn Tom Riddle mở Phòng Chứa Bí Mật, né tránh Đoàn Kỵ sĩ Walpurgis, và tìm hiểu xem tại sao Olive Hornby lại ghét mình đến vậy. Tóm lại là tôi có một kiếp sau vô cùng bận rộn đấy. ------ Tên gốc: Ghost in the Latrine Tác giả: tea_pea Translator: Charlotte (Dế Mèn)

Petunia Evans had spent her life in her younger twins shadow, not special enough for anyone. Too mundane, too muggle. Yet just as her life was truly beginning to start she is wrecked with the information of her younger sister's passing. And all of a sudden at 21 just months shy of finishing university she is now the sole parent to her nephew. And all she could think about was not messing him up like their parents had messed the Evans twins up. Remus Lupin had everyone he loved pulled away from him in one night, his entire pack vanished whether it was permenantly or whether it was behind bars. The only one left was his godson, and he would stop at nothing to find him and protect him. Only Remus never imagined his path would lead him to Petunia, Lily's older sister. The nightmare. The muggle. Yet the moment he meets her truly for the first time, not just in stories he realises that everything he had been lead to believe was one big lie.

Petunia Dursley was a sad pathetic woman who neglected a young child simply because of his parents and his blood. Petunia Evans on the other hand? A little girl, unhealed and not given the needed attention and love she craved. She watched her younger sister, the favorite sister, get a letter telling her she was a witch. She held magic powers. Why didn't Petunia? How come she, the first born, the one to inherit everything first in DNA, didn't get to be a witch as well? Petunia had once loved Lily, no she always loved Lily, in her own twisted sense. Maybe she'd fight with her, yell at her, refuse to speak to her, but she loved her. She loved her enough to still put a warm cloth on her head as she slept to help with nightmares. She loved her enough to, without question, beat up Severus Snape. How could she not when Lily came home her 5th year explaining what he'd done? While he may have had magic, she had her sisterly rage. She couldn't understand as she grew older and meaner why she couldn't control herself as much, why she'd grown to be so vile. Couldn't understand how she could ever let a child be treated in the ways he was and yet she could and somewhere in Petunia Dursley was Petunia Evans and Petunia Evans didn't like Petunia Dursley one bit. "What have I done?" Petunia stood in shock as she look into her bedroom mirror. No not hers, but hers and Lilys. She was twelve again, how was that possible? It wasn't. Not unless her nephew had sent her back in time with magic. No.. but he was at hogwarts? It had to have been her. She saw the gold light shine through her hands as she reminisced in her younger, happier, more kinder days. "I have magic." Petunia Dursley- No, Petunia Evans had magic. She'd always had magic.

Tras un golpe, la Petunia que nunca sería Dursley apareció.

A Petunia, sinceramente, no importaba lo que fuera Lily ni lo que fuera Severus. No, ella no quería ser un fenómeno "especial". Jamás lo sería, y eso estaba muy bien. Lo único que deseaba era ser ordinaria, pero una ordinaria que pudiera brillar. ¿Qué tenía de malo ser normal y aun así destacar? Nada. Y era todo lo que ella anhelaba. Petunia * Sirius

This story is about a romance between Sirius Black and Petunia Evans. You will mostly read the story trough Petunia's eyes. But I will let you know when it's trough anyone else's eyes. I noticed that this ship is quite rare, so I really hope that people will like it, because I myself do love the idea of them being together. And like any other fanfiction, I may change stuff from the original story.

𝐍𝐨 hay nada más trágico que el vínculo roto de una hermandad. 𝐏etunia no cree en las segundas oportunidades, o al menos no cree que eso es lo que se le haya dado. Pero Petunia 𝐬𝐢 cree en los castigos. Y eso es justo lo que cree merecer después de todo.

❝ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 isn't the only Londoner in Hogwarts, dreading summers under the German air bombings, wondering if he'd live to enact his plans. Cue a girl living on borrowed time, who couldn't give less of a shit about dying. ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 your mommy's Moaning Myrtle. ❞ ☞ 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲

→°"Ghosts are not bound by walls or time but by the emotions they felt most fiercely at their end-trapped in an eternal loop of love, fear, or sorrow, unable to move beyond the moment that defined their existence."°← A love story between Tom Marvolo Riddle and Myrtle Warren..... Before Tom Turned to the path of Darkness..... And before Myrtle died..... The quiet boy ... Dangerously so... And the quiet girl.... Forgotten almost.... The Death of Myrtle became the cause of Tom's turn towards the Dark arts,.. Wanting to bring her back.... But he never thought of ever checking into the girl's lavatory where she had died, to see if her ghost lingered there... She didn't move on to the afterlife,.. She waited for him to notice,.. Even once, that she had stayed.. To support him... To be with him.... But he never did.... He was so deep into the dark arts trying to find a way to bring her back that he never checked.... Though she had been a Mugglborn, she had been the only Mugglborn close to his heart.... Then, the Dark arts started to take over his mind.. The heart in which he always kept her, was now sealed off.. By the dark forces reciding in him..... ************************************************* ...Please no hates,.. It's just an idea I thought about.. If you don't like it please don't read..... ...The cover imagine is not mine... Please give feedback, and check out my other stories too....