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.

"You may crawl back to your mother but you will never reach the comfort and confines of her womb again." District 1 was in terms the most luxurious. They had enough to eat, drink, and survive off of. Though, it was just that. Enough. Barely Enough. If they wanted to keep barely enough, they'd fight and win and have as many victors as they needed to have just enough. Atropos Durand, reaped for the sixty-ninth hunger games. A victim of the Capitol, she will fight to the death with twenty-three others just to survive and bring honor to her family and District. District 1 had yet to give a victor in two or three years, and Atropos was not in anyone's hopes to be a victor, she'd been expected to be yet another victim in Coriolanus Snow's games; and yet, against all odds, she stood, bloody and bruised. Atropos was a Victor, and she'd bare her teeth at anyone who would dare try to instill fear into her. "If I was easy to kill, you would've done it already."

Philomena Dursley was the perfect daughter, so kind and so bright and oh so ready to lend a helping hand. Her cousin Harry had been taken in begrudgingly by her ever so normal parents and in the years he'd spent there she wasn't quite sure she'd ever seen him genuinely happy. When he'd received his invitation for Hogwarts the School for Wizards, she'd been so happy he had a place where he wasn't outcasted, but when she finally showed her parents that she wasn't watering her plants to make them bloom she surely understood why Harry had never once been happy at home. "You will never do such things again Philomena! I mean it! Never again!" To Miss. Philomena Dursley, whos address is in the attic of the number 4 Privett Drive, vacationing currently in the Weasley Burrow, -Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Oh how wonderful, it seemed another witch had graced the Evans family through their distant daughter Petunia Dursley.