#petunia x lily

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just finished chapter 3 of the rush of rarities and i’m literally bawling my eyes in the middle of an italian restaurant

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LILY EVANS IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER!!!

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Lily and Petunia catching up after making amends. 

Petunia: You had two kids?!

Lily: Not exactly. Harry is mine and James’, Leo is James and Regulus’.

Petunia: How?

Lily: Well for James and I we just did what we had to do to make a baby. James and Reg got Regulus’ cousin Andromeda to agree to be their surrogate for Leo. 

Petunia: And Leo is James and Regulus’ biologically? 

Lily: Yes, we in the magical world do have ways for same-sex couples to have biological children. 

Petunia: Still why did you decide to have them both at the same time? Especially in the middle of a war? 

Lily: In hindsight it wasn’t a very good idea but we wanted to start a family. I am still concerned how Harry and Leo’s relationship will develop as they grow up, especially with Leo only being 16 days older. 

Petunia: Well hopefully the boys will take after you and Regulus and everything will be fine. 

Lily: Well the boys do look a lot like James so maybe the universe will balance things out and make their personalities more like mine and Regulus. 

Petunia: We can only hope.

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two flowers.

description: the Evans' sisters relationship viewed through Petunia's lens. canon compliant for the most part.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, angst and more angst. also not super proofread, I wrote this spontaneously on a random afternoon.

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When Petunia was born, her mother pointed out her pink cheeks, deciding to name her after the pretty petunia bush that had been growing in their back garden. She was showered with love and adoration by her parents, both completely enamored by her every move.  

Just before her second birthday, her mother’s attention seemed to shift towards her belly. Petunia started noticing the small but substantial lack of displays of affection she would normally receive; so, she cried a bit harder and yelled a bit louder.  

On the 30th of January 1960, Petunia woke up in an unknown bed. She shivered, gripped the covers tighter and brought them up to her face - just like the princesses in her fairytale books would do. Her parents had left her with their next-door neighbour: Miss Gertrude. Miss Gertrude smelled like an old lady and kept an absurd number of cat pictures on display in every room. Miss Gertrude did not pay attention to her at all. Nor did she take notice of how hard she cried, or how loud she yelled. 

They nicknamed her Lilybud, because she was as innocent and pure as the flower her mother had planted right next to the petunia bush in their garden. Lily was born with bright green eyes and a fiery tuft of red hair – their mother’s hair. Lily did not need to cry or yell, because anyone who met her would become instantly enraptured by her striking features: her round, angelic face, adorned with carefully placed freckles. Where Lily was soft, Petunia was sharp.

Their mother would insist she didn’t have a favorite. Petunia couldn’t help but notice how during family dinners, everyone’s eyes seemed glued to Lily, how hard they’d laugh at Lily’s jokes, or how their eyes glossed over when they looked at her – like she was occupying the time they could’ve spent looking at Lily. 

When she was nine, Petunia stole her mother’s eyeliner and climbed into the sink to better look in the mirror. She tried to draw freckles on her face. Her father caught her and laughed. The freckles morphed into black tearstains on her small face. 

On her thirteenth birthday, Petunia had been called plain. She entered her school’s building with a smile on her face, wearing her best dress; she exited in tears, with Lily close behind her. That night she cried in Lily’s lap.  

On Lily’s following birthday – her eleventh birthday – their mother had insisted that her daughter stay home from school, because she deserved it. Petunia sat in her favorite armchair, the one in the corner of the living room, with a crooked party hat on her head. She was eating a ridiculously large slice of cake in silence when an unexpected knock sounded on the door. By the end of the night, miss Gertrude had called the police to complain about the noise coming from the Evans’ household.  

On the 1st of September 1971, Petunia watched her parents cry harder than ever before as her sister boarded the Hogwarts Express. 

Every summer since that day everybody witnessed Lilybud grow into a perfectly delicate Lily flower – similar to the one that had started overshadowing the withering petunia bush in the Evans’ garden. 

Lily was magical. Lily was special. Petunia was not. 

During her final year of high school, Petunia’s parents asked her to pick Lily up from the train station. Petunia arrived half an hour earlier. She spotted the familiar platform and stopped in her tracks. She flung herself into the nearest bathroom and cried for twenty-five minutes, before finally drying her eyes and stepping through the invisible platform to welcome her sister. 

“Pet!” Lily would yell when she saw her. Petunia wondered whether her sweet tone of voice was the only thing counteracting the venom of the word. 

Later that year, she met Vernon.  

Vernon who made her feel special from their very first meeting. Not because he’d done anything particularly extraordinary, but because he looked her way... and saw her - not Lily’s sister, just her. 

Vernon was a simple man. He was direct, and wanted a typical, ordinary life.  

Petunia was standing in their shared apartment when an owl flew through the open window and landed next to her. Reluctantly opening Lily’s letter, she was met by a moving picture of her and her friends - a ‘missing you’ sloppily written on the back. When Vernon glanced at the picture, he’d disdainfully rolled his eyes. Petunia knew he was the one then. 

When Petunia told her parents she was pregnant, they’d toasted the occasion, and she basked in their proud glares. That lasted about a month, until Lily sent word of her own pregnancy – for which their parents threw a big neighborhood party.  

When Dudley was born, Petunia gained a new purpose. She’d allowed Vernon to name him after his own grandfather, overlooking something so insignificant as the name of her child. Because he was her child. And she’d make sure he felt as special as he deserved to. Despite not being extraordinary. 

When Vernon had broached the subject of having another child, Petunia stopped talking to him for a week. She’d told him she’d rather have her tubes tied than risk the possibility of Dudley getting a sibling, and the subject was dropped. 

On Halloween Eve 1981, Petunia almost stepped on a child. She read the letter in its grip and leaned against the doorframe, not trusting her feet for support.  

Minutes later, after briefly informing a red-faced Vernon of this new household addition, she locked herself in her room, desperately digging through her closet. 

When the hard oak of the box grazed her fingertips, she pulled it out and struggled with the rusty lock. She crumbled to the ground and lay there silently sobbing, surrounded by the few objects Lily had magicked for her over the years – most of them lying there, now unmoving. 

After Lily’s funeral, Petunia went into the backyard of her childhood home, and kneeled next to the petunia bush that had withered due to a lack of sun and water. She unearthed the still-intact lily flower and travelled with it in her hands through the long bus commute. It was the first time she hadn’t minded people’s stares.

The flower still grows, to this day, at the base of Lily’s grave.  

Harry Potter grew up wondering why Petunia rarely looked him in the eye. Her eyes always seemed to fixate on his admittedly messy hair, just above his brows, often followed by a comment on how he ought to cut it. 

He’d once asked her why she kept looking over the fence at the neighboring houses and was met with a stern scoff. Harry had gone on to assume she was on the hunt for gossip. The truth was, she wanted to make sure the neighbors were keeping things orderly, or else she’d be ready to call the cops and complain of the excessive noise. 

When she last saw Harry, Petunia was standing in her empty living room. His footsteps echoed down the bare hallway and stopped right in front of her.  

Petunia finally looked at him. 

And after almost twenty years, she locked eyes with Lily.   

At long last, instead of the usual wave of envy, she felt a surge of pride overwhelm her.  

Harry had done what she couldn’t - he’d become extraordinary, despite being constantly outshined in their household. 

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potter-verse headcanons that I choose to view as canon bc fuck jkr <3

*I redid these bc james' lineage was pointed out to me in a previous comment and I don't wanna disregard it so I tweaked a few things to keep it true to the lore while also spiting the terf

this will be very long btw

starting with the marauders era (sorry this is basically an essay now)

adding onto that, I just would love to see his inner conflicts and hopes and ambitions and dialogue more flushed out, because I really don't think him being rejected by an old flame is at all cause enough for him to suddenly just hate children. even his rivalry and bullying with/from james doesn't feel like the push that comes to shove idk

severus snape is not an abusive man. in my opinion, the way that he's written makes him seem like a very cause to effect character without much complexity to him other than that he was in love with lily evans. in my mind, he's lily's closest friend and defender for most of their growing up together at hogwarts, especially after he begins unlearning blood purist ideologies. he tries to protect her from james potter, who's antagonistic of blood purists by nature, and also a massive troublemaker. thinking it will get lily hurt is what ultimately fuels his hatred of james (that and the fact that james is just kind of a dick to him the whole time they're at school together)

an earlier commenter pointed out to me that james' grandfather invented fleamont's hair potion, so the inheritance of that success would make james' family quite well off. and while he grows up with a very good home life and very loving parents, I imagine james also feels quite stifled sometimes, being that he's an only child with a lot of room in his house and a lot of legacy to carry. it's not like he has a complex about it, but he's sort of a steve harrington-esque kind of character. he's not a complete asshat, but he does experience a lot of growing pains and contentions to his worldview on multiple levels when he first becomes acquainted with lily and severus, and even when he first meets the other marauders. it adds a lot more interest than just making him the charming class clown, and james being desi adds another layer of complexity to him too. (I'm quite curious about how desi metaphysics are practiced, and how that would be a shift for him going from eleven years of his own household magic to hogwarts magic)

adding onto that, it's why he and sirius become such fast friends - sirius feels estranged from his own family, and james' only family are his parents and grandparents. they're closer than sirius and his own brother are. this does certainly make things strange and angsty when regulus takes an admiration to james that sirius notices, when sirius himself is constantly being compared to his more "ideal wizard archetype" younger brother his entire life

in fact, regulus' admiration of james starts as more of a scientific sort of reverence - he wants to understand how a pure blood can be so defiant of the ideas that suggest he's more worthy of practicing wizardry, let alone a pure blood who has come from so much. he learns quite a lot about james through sirius, and when he actually meets him for the first time, he's nothing like the troublemaker prince charming that everyone expects him to be. it's the first time reg experiences real endearment to someone who isn't in his own family, and even that kind of love is conditional at best (shout-out to walburga and orion black for their a-plus parenting)

it makes it that much more painful when he sees that james, while kinder and more considerate than he seemed at first, only thinks of him as sirius'-younger-brother-who-isn't-actually-that-terrible-perhaps; when he sees that james only has room in his heart for lily evans, who by black family standards isn't worthy to have any knowledge of the magical world, let alone belong in it. and he's trying to be better and to understand, but even the kindest blood purists are still blood purists, and it will take him years after this heartbreak to rectify that mindset - even as he's defying voldemort himself

lily grows up in scotland, and while her parents love her and petunia very much, they're constantly fighting. she and tuney often spend time together, and when lily's magical talents start to emerge, she at first asks her big sister, her protector, her closest friend, to keep this secret from their parents. so imagine the heartbreak when lily's owl comes in the mail, and instead of the magical announcement being a complication for their parents, the evans' are overjoyed. imagine the betrayal that petunia feels when, after years of borderline neglect to the both of them, lily leans into the praise and attention she's now receiving. and she tries to make it up to tuney - she even grows a flower in her own hand hoping to make peace with her only real role model in life, only to have it shut down by being called a freak. things only get worse as tuney is left at home with quarreling parents while lily gets the privilege of being away from all of it. the number of letters she sends to dumbledore begging to learn magic, then simply begging to see her little sister more than just during christmas, should be enough to convince the old man to have some leniency, but dumbledore doesn't

now let's talk about peter pettigrew. we all blame him for the downfall of james and lily that kicks off the tragedy of harry's childhood, which we should. but the why of it feels important to me, so personally, this is how I see his psyche playing a role: what if he grows up in a religious household? now I know how that sounds, but hear me out. peter grows up in a religious family because his parents carry some sort of shame surrounding their magical lineage. maybe it's because their squibs, maybe it's because of other trauma from being discovered by muggles, etc. regardless, he grows up discouraged from using his magic, but instead of suppressing it and developing an obscurus, he learns how to hide it. he practices his abilities in secret, until he's a very good liar with the worst case of people pleasing. so when his owl comes with his hogwarts letter, his parents are less than happy about it. he's sent to live with his aunt when he's not at school. in the meantime, he hides as much as he can about his family from the marauders. remus has his lycanthropy to worry about, and sirius already has an even rockier home life to begin with. so it's no wonder that peter latches onto james - ironically, james becomes a secret keeper of sorts for him. but peter is never close to him the way sirius is, or even remus. he's forgotten by his friends, disregarded by his parents, and written off as soft and submissive by his other peers and even the teachers. it makes him all the more suggestible when he's sought out by voldemort, who promises him a place of belonging, which is all that he's ever wanted since he was a child. he's hidden things from the people closest to him once before, so he can do it again, right?

until of course, voldemort actually physically manipulates him with an imperius curse. and all it takes is one curse for the dark lord to convince peter that his friends can never take him back, not when he's killed and maimed and cursed and destroyed lives as much as he has. "not when you're my most trusted servant, wormtail." in short, peter pettigrew is and always will be remembered as a coward. but before he was a coward, he was in pain. and voldemort used that pain to turn him against his only friends before his only friends could turn on him

speaking of other death eaters, let's talk about regulus again for a moment. in an audience-sparing plot, regulus lives. in an angst driven plot, regulus drowns. so for the sake of compromising realism for emotional lenience, let's say nobody actually knows what happens to him. there's all kinds of rumors about the missing black brother, but the truth is that regulus doesn't drown. he's badly hurt in his attempt to destroy the locket, because not only is that thing messing with him psychologically, it's also a pain in the ass to try and get rid of. brutally injured and looking for a place to hide, he enchants a supply cabinet in a muggle cafe to expand into his own flat, which looks to non-magic users like any old closet, even if they try to open it. kreacher is left the locket along with regulus' note, because he doesn't want to be found (great opportunity for him to make a sneaky little appearance in the first half of the deathly hallows though, when the golden trio are debriefing in a muggle cafe...)

remus grows up in a really good home, but like james, he feels a sort of isolation. not because of his class status but because of his condition. as his body begins to mature in his teenage years, his lycanthropy also "matures," taking a bigger and bigger toll on his body until by the time his third year starts at hogwarts (between growth spurts and growing pains and the intensity of his transitions), he can't walk without using a cane. he's pretty sickly as a child anyway to begin with, so more often than not, he spends a lot of time in his bed in the gryffindor common room. this means when a lot of the pranking and troublemaking is happening, he's either in the background unable to do much more than try and dissuade his friends, or he isn't there at all. it isn't until a little way into his fourth year that he begins actively participating in marauders shenanigans, including helping with the construction of the map. I imagine he and sirius both have feelings for one another during this time, but these feelings cannot or do not go acknowledged until the later years (like, year six or seven)

when it comes time to meet sirius' family, sirius has already been disowned by his birth parents and is extremely distant from his brother and cousins. all of course, except for his cousin andromeda, who reaches out to him after the news of his erasure from the family tree makes it to her. this is actually how remus meets tonks in my mind - because during the whole "meet the parents" thing, he meets ted, his wife, and their daughter nymphadora

that's all I've got for now from the marauders era but the golden trio era is a whole different ballgame (and probably way longer sorry in advance)

let's start with harry. petunia is not near as strict with him as vernon is, but they're both abusive to him in ways that are physical and psychological. dudley, of course, is given everything by his parents to the point of spoiling, while harry is forced to feed off of the leftovers. and while he definitely inherits his father's "fuck around and find out" personality, he's a lot less likely to fuck around with the dursleys. in fact, he's much more quiet until he gets to hogwarts and blossoms. I also think his scar is much more noticeable and does much more alteration to his face. because it's the aftermath of the killing curse, it makes him much more likely to die just from a physical standpoint than from simply a plot device standpoint. voldemort is obsessed with killing him, and incidentally, he's a very easy person to kill

however, this doesn't make harry a weak wizard by any means. his magic is incredibly powerful and he's incredibly cunning with it. it's why the hat finds it equally appropriate to sort him into slytherin, other than the obvious connection that he and voldemort share. but this does mean that other people's perceptions of him are that he is weaker. draco thinks he can easily manipulate him. ron underestimates his understanding of the wizarding world and how to defend himself. hermione even has her moments, though hers are more a concern for his well-being as a target of all sorts of evil wizardry. even still, it's a shock and a half to go from being consistently neglected and abused to being coddled and handled with kid gloves all the time. it's no wonder his "fuck around and find out" attitude we see in the books and films also comes to life due to the way he's being mistreated - whether that's with good or ill intent

ron is not only his first friend, but also the first person harry is formally introduced to. he's harry's gateway to what the wizarding world looks like outside of school. of course, molly weasley immediately decides this makes harry her son as well as ron, and it's nice for ron to have a brother his own age. but as the youngest son in a family of seven kids, with one of the honorary offspring being famous in the wizarding world, it's easy for him to get swept up in the idea that he's the afterthought of his friends and family. as a result, he tries emulating harry's attitude towards the world, but whereas harry's is built up by his upbringing and those around him, ron's is built up out of spite. it creates resentment when they're horcrux hunting together, because ron not only hates that harry is refusing to be taken care of - he also hates that nobody's taking care of him

it's why I think he and luna lovegood make an excellent pair. luna is an uncommonly kind person by nature, and we already know in the books that she takes a shine to ron. I wish we'd seen more of them in canon, so it's my personal philosophy that they should have been together instead of ron and hermione. luna really softens the resentment in ron, because she takes so much in stride that it sort of rubs off on him. and ron brings out something very protective and fiery in her. if she weren't a ravenclaw, she'd make an excellent gryffindor, though honestly she's such a multitudinous character already that she'd do swimmingly in almost any house, in my opinion

more on luna: she and hermione were actually quite close as first years, but grew apart because while luna was accepted for her neurodivergence, hermione was singled out. there's not much difference between the two of them other than the two factors that luna doesn't mask her traits, and is a pureblood. at the time that they're both eleven, I imagine eleven-year-old blood purist logic would muddy a friendship rather quickly, especially when you're trying to seek acceptance from your peers. this isn't to say that luna is a cruel person by any means - it's just that hermione has to work harder for her fitting-in-ness. naturally, being in different houses and different circles of peers along with all the other factors, they grow apart. four years after they've met, luna is simply "looney lovegood" to hermione

hermione's parents are very eager muggles to integrate hermione into the wizarding world. the two of them meet in college, when both take an interest in metaphysical studies and the history of witches and witchcraft. though it starts as a scientific fascination, hermione's father turns out to be a rather superstitious man in the first place. when their daughter receives her owl, both of them are overjoyed at the possibility of there being a world where their fascination with magic and the occult is real. the only reason they both go into dentistry (and together at the same office, no less) is because they're ridiculously in love with one another and want hermione to have a stable childhood

snape ends up being a very protective teacher over harry. the reason he hides it is because he knows dumbledore is on the hunt for power and control, however much the man tries to disguise it as working for the greater good. the headmaster simply believes harry is the perfect conduit to attain those things, and rather than view him as a threat, dumbledore views him as a tool. snape is desperate not to see harry become a pawn, the way he did, but he also sees so much of james in him that it's hard for him to reconcile any outward respect for him. this makes snape a very cold man for harry to cross (and he's already cold enough for several other reasons), but in my personal opinion, it does his character a disservice to make him outright abusive. he's dismissive and intense and extremely aloof, but never does he use it to punish harry himself. snape's only seen as a shifty, mean person by harry because of how similar he is to petunia and her dismissal of harry at home so by god do those trust issues jump out between these two. it's by no means a father + son dynamic, but it's certainly a begrudging guardian + clueless guardee dynamic, if that makes sense

in fact, when snape realizes draco is also dealing with abuse in the home, he makes it a goal of his to do what he can to make sure their time in his class is as easy as possible. of course, true to severus snape fashion, he does this in such a way that it seems like he's going to single them out when in reality, he's only breeding an environment where draco and harry start having a tentative, mutual respect for one another. this is at first very confusing for hermione and ron, as well as draco's circle of friends. but these two are nothing if not stubborn, which means cycle breaking is what they're destined for

this paves the way for draco and hermione to be in each other's circles. mutually indifferent to one another at best. detestable to one another at worst. very much enemies to lovers, until hermione bests draco in a dueling practice and draco gains some respect for her. he learns that she is a very well schooled person when it comes to traditional witch traditions and rituals; that she recognizes the holidays that christmas and halloween are bastardizations of; that she does in fact "respect her betters," because she respects her magic as the sacred gift that it is. at that point, does it become allies to lovers. and when the second wizarding war rolls around, he does everything he can within his power to play the roll of double agent. snape becomes his mentor in that regard in more ways than one (he has to kill dumbledore and he has to outsmart voldemort, homeboy is stressing)

hey speaking of pairings, the only original pairing that I tend to keep the same within the golden trio is ginny and harry. it is the sole good pairing that jkr brought to the table. I still have a few notes on it — I just wish there was more development with them. I wish there was more canonical tension than "brother's famous best friend," because while ginny is a wonderful character on her own, she doesn't seem the type to be besotted by someone because of their fame. in fact, an enemies to lovers hinny would almost make more sense to me. they're both incredibly stubborn, it's a wonder they don't butt heads more during canon events, with the fact in mind that ginny is quite soft spoken around him. she's very do-no-harm-take-no-shit, and I wish we saw more of that in their interactions. in my head, their pipeline is as follows: younger sister figure -> academic rival/enemy -> allies during the order era -> confidants -> lovers. if this makes sense. I know it's similar to the canon pipeline for them but please I need tension I need depth I need conflict

I also have got to talk about cho because first of all, what the fuck kind of name is "cho chang" for the only visibly asian character in a franchise? said it once and I'll say it again: fuck jkr. she didn't put thought or depth into this character even one bit other than making her ditsy and boy-obsessed and I hate that shit! with all my heart! in fact, all of the POC women in this series she writes specifically to be obsessed with harry, and that makes my blood absolutely evaporate because they could be so much more than one dimensional figures. I digress

as I see it, "cho chang" isn't her real name at all. it's chao-xing zhang, and the first name means morning star. she hails from a family where her father is chinese and her mother is irish. if I had to give her a middle name, it would be siobhan. she grows up with strong roots in both her irish and chinese heritage, and she's the pride of her family, since she's the only child her parents are able to have. when she arrives at hogwarts, she is quite shy and reserved. but she's brilliant, so of course she's in ravenclaw. but it's in an atypical sense that she is brilliant, not in the I-come-fom-an-asian-family-so-I'm-clever kind of way (I think giving her the gift of clairvoyance would add a really good layer to her arc). she tries to fight off visions of harry potter dying, but she cannot shake them, so instead she vows to fight with him, especially after voldemort kills the first person to show her love and affection for who she is, not for the "cho chang" that her peers think she is. it's only natural for her to take a shine to harry when he's the one who saw cedric diggory murdered

while we're on the topic of horseshit naming, parvati and padma aren't called parvati and padma in my personal mindscape of the potter-verse. they're instead named drisana and salena, meaning "daughter of the sun" and "moon" respectively. not only are they fraternal twins, they also have entirely separate personalities and magical gifts. they're as different as the sun and moon are different, but they also both reflect each other's gifts quite well, just like how the full moon is an expression of both itself and the light of the sun. of course they're both enamored by the boy who lived and his best mate, and of course they say yes to them when they need dates for the yule ball. but to say either of them are actually in love with or interested in either of the boys isn't true by a long shot - salena much prefers her own company and drisana has been eyeing the pretty ravenclaw, chao-xing, for as long as she can remember (I also think they would take harry under their wing and help him reconnect with his desi culture because I can't imagine being raised by the dursleys gave him too much opportunity for that tbh)

now onto more world-buildy types of things

in fact, I'd say the only stereotypical twins at hogwarts are fred and george, and even then they only play into it for the bit. they think it's wildly funny to confuse anyone who doesn't know them well enough to tell them apart, which is a very small number of people (I mean come on, even their own mother doesn't always manage to tell them apart). one of them is probably just a little bit fruity, and the other one is either none the wiser or not the least bit surprised. they pretend like they're carefree people, but they both feel the pull of the war on their morale, even before the war truly sets in motion with the death of dumbledore. they don't have any older sibling figures present as far as we read until bill becomes part of the plot, but I like to think he and charlie are the ones they go to when they're needing someone to talk to about the state of the world. even then, they have to be careful about it in their correspondences.

and while I like to think that molly and arthur are all very present in the lives of their children, I also believe that arthur's work in the ministry keeps him quite busy, and molly can't always be there for each individual child without totally burning herself out. long story short, the weasleys are there for one another as much as they can be, but mainly as a whole. and of course, every weasley brother would level london for ginny if the need arose for it, since she gets little sister treatment (as she should, we love her for it)

it is in my humble opinion that each house has some elemental magic attached to it. some of these are more obvious, for instance, gryffindor would likely have many ties to fire magic, whereas with hufflepuff's patron being the badger, they'd have many ties to earth magic. ravenclaw and slytherin were a little bit harder for me to parse out, but a raven for me would signify air/weather magic while a reptilian, cold blooded patron would be symbolic to water. and while of course, any magical student can have a proclivity for any element of the four, many gryffindors will have a higher aptitude for fire magic. it's why (in my opinion) seamus finnegan is so talented with pyrotechnics in the first place - it's no accident that gryffindor is where he was sorted with that level of fire magic

so then, liv, how does that explain dumbledore's weird water orb and voldemort's fire serpent featured in the order of the phoenix film? actually that's a quite easy answer - remember how I said not every gryffindor has fire magic tendencies? this is actually referenced with neville longbottom's talent for herbology. if anything, he's more inclined to work with earth magic. we don't see a lot of deviating from house elements at all in canon, but aside from the main main characters, jkr also doesn't divulge much on it to begin with. even then, neville still has the inner fire of a gryffindor. and even though voldemort's raw magic takes the form of a serpent on fire, we see his former self most comfortable with the basilisk, who lives in the dank underbelly of the hogwarts plumbing. water snakes, anybody? dumbledore's is a little trickier to explain, but I do think in his conquest to be more powerful than voldemort, he also ended up mastering all four elements. he does certainly favor fire though, considering his animal companion is a phoenix, and his raw magic is displayed with fire in the half blood prince film during the sea cave scene

beyond the elements and patrons of each house, there's also astrology, runes, divination, etc. basically magic that isn't necessarily assigned to an element, but the elements can be present in each practice. for instance, astrology is a very planetary practice, and it relies on the position of the earth itself in relation to the stars and other celestial bodies (or vice versa). the moon oversees the tides (water), the sun provides warmth (fire) as well as nurtures greenery and living things (earth). all three interacting in different manners affects the weather (air). runes can be written or carved anywhere, but are best written either with something fluid like water and inked, or etched into a solid surface such as wood or stone. divination, particularly scrying, is best done with a reflective surface, however tea reading involves some herbology when it comes to making the tea itself. I digress, the point is, different aptitudes mean some students will have a higher proclivity for one practice than another outside of their "inner element" or which element works best with them (also jkr why didn't you include something for the crystal girlies?? for the fellas who love the pretty rocks???)

onto the topic we all love (said sarcastically) the most: wizard racism. rowling really thought she could paint a complex narrative about blood purity and the differences thereof when her own writing is inherently racist? miss me with that horseshit, anyway here's my personal take on the whole blood purity smorgasbord:

the only difference between muggleborns and regular old muggles is that some have the aptitude and skill for harnessing magic, and some don't. I don't actually know the science behind it. maybe the stars aligned just right. maybe it's a distant genetic thing. regardless, muggles have a very whimsical view of magic itself. we have our holidays like christmas and halloween and easter, and our cutesy packagings of the aesthetic for each holiday. but the holidays that they originate from, such as yule and samhain, have been celebrated by pagans and witches long before this christ-ifying of them, and even longer before making them palatable to a consumer culture. meaning it is real culture that has been taken and warped and accepted by society as normal, when it doesn't credit the original practicers in the first place

and considering the salem witch trials and other witch hunts (some of which are still happening in places around the globe, mind you), it's no wonder that, taking the canon of harry potter into consideration, purebloods (in this case, those from pagan families who have kept the practices for hundreds of generations and have only married within magical bloodlines) are at least mistrusting of muggleborns. does it excuse the blatant mistreatment and alienation of muggleborn witches and wizards? absolutely not. does it at least explain the disparity? yes it does

it gives salazar slytherins perspective of only allowing purebloods into his house an entirely new layer as to why. if only he didn't go about hatching an ancient bloodthirsty beast to hunt down the muggleborn students!

it does also add a very archaic level to slytherin house culture, though - they're not only the most cunning house (and most misunderstood), they're also the most observant of traditional paganism. dumbledore is so dead set on the belief that slytherin breeds evil wizards and witches, however, that his favoritism to his patron house (which happens to have the opposite mascot and element, mind you) creates an environment where slytherins are either feared or outright disrespected by the other houses. here's a hot take: dark and light magic can exist within the same space and still not have any moral attachment to them. crazy, innit

which means that not only is dumbledore a more "accepting" headmaster of muggleborns - they too, are a means to an end in this vendetta he has against tom riddle; a vendetta he's had against a child since he realized this child (who mind you, was already isolated as an orphan and a wizard growing up surrounded by muggles) was the heir of slytherin. and while yes, this made him a threat to the safety of muggleborn students, dumbledore also ensured the creation of the thing that which he vowed to overthrow. his mission in life as a wizard with great power and responsibility was a self fulfilling prophecy

(enough said about albus dumbledore. I hate that man. no wonder jkr paints him as such a hero figure in the series though like damn)

more world building! I think it should be canon that a modified obliviate spell exists so that trans witches and wizards can erase the memory of a dead name from the minds of anyone who isn't them. use this headcanon how you must, it may be the biggest fuck you to the author I could come up with <3

phew! that was a mouthful, but on that note, those are all my thoughts/headcanons/other things that I've conjured so far. some of them may be based off of headcanons I've already seen (like, we've all basically confirmed james is desi at this point), but I did wanna drive a little deeper into those existing ones as well as add thoughts of my own. I am planning on using most if not all of these to write my own rendition of the potter-verse canon, but feel free to use any of them you see in here! I'd love to invite more dialogue, particularly about more thoughtful name changes (like seriously if y'all have anymore suggestions on that front please send them to me, I don't want to be totally ignorant or off base so any feedback is super appreciated)

[poolpvrty]

genderbent bartylily :-)

[engie-ivy]

(Hot Sirius Charming Everyone😋)

Petunia was already not best pleased that her younger sister got to invite not only her new boyfriend, but also those other freaks from her school to the Evans' Christmas celebration. It gets worse when Petunia's own friends are all over Lily's handsome friend.

Wherever You Go, You Light Up the Room

Christmas Without You - Ava Max

Petunia was actually quite excited at first.

Her parents are hosting a lovely Christmas celebration back at their home in Cokeworth, and encouraged Petunia to invite as much people as she wanted.

Petunia finished high school earlier this year and is now working as a secretary, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to invite her new co-workers, to get to know them better outside of work. She might even have invited her boss.

Petunia gets along great with her boss, and things between them are really picking up steam. Just last week, Mr Dursley had told her she looked very presentable, and the other day, he had almost called her ‘Petunia’ instead of ‘Ms Evans’. In return, Petunia had added two cookies instead of one when she brought him his coffee. She still blushes and giggles sometimes just thinking about how forward she has been!

And oh, Vernon Dursley is just such a proper man! Predictable, dependable, and oh, so delightfully normal! With Petunia’s younger sister always having been ‘the special one’, Petunia has resigned to being the normal one, embraced it even, and she’s going to be not just normal, but perfectly normal. Making her interest known to a man such as Mr Dursley, followed up by a few dates where he picks her up and drops her off at her parents’ house, him after a proper amount of time proposing when having obtained her father’s permission, and eventually her marrying him and quitting her job and moving out of her parents’ house to live as his wife just fits perfectly in that plan.

Inviting Mr Dursley to her parents’ Christmas celebration would’ve been a great way to get to know him in a different setting, and for her parents to meet him without putting too much pressure on it.

Of course, it was all ruined when she heard her younger sister was coming.

And not just that, because, all right, she could’ve expected her parents would invite their other daughter, but her younger sister’s new boyfriend and her friends are all coming! Her younger sister is in her last year of what she calls school, and Petunia had hoped she would spend the Christmas break with her boyfriend’s family. But no, she and those other freaks she knows from that school are coming to the Evans’ Christmas celebration.

There was absolutely no way Petunia was going to invite anyone from work when those people are around. She will not have her co-workers think she associates with freaks like that! Or have them know that she has a freak like that in her own family.

Of course, they can’t use their so-called magic when normal people are around, but she knows by now that those people are weird enough even without doing their nasty little tricks.

Yet, Petunia didn’t want to be alone at her parents’ party, and they won’t appreciate her missing the celebration, so she decided to invite her friends from school. She has been complaining to them about her weird sister, going to her school for weird kids, ever since they were children, so it’s nothing they don’t already know.

That’s how Petunia finds herself at the party with her parents, her parents’ friends, and her school friends Harriet and Edith.

At first, it’s quite nice, having lovely chats with relatives Petunia hasn’t seen in a while and old friends of her parents, sipping drinks with her friends. That is, of course, before her sister arrives.

“What was that?” Harriet clutches her necklace.

“Probably a car backfiring,” Petunia tries to reassure her, warily looking out the window where the loud bang came from.

Her suspicions are confirmed when a moment later, her sister and her friends walk in.

Lily looks stunning. She’s wearing an emerald green dress that matches her eyes and her dark red hair is hanging loose over her shoulders. She’s smiling brightly, her parents’ pride and joy, immediately the light of the party, and the centre of attention, as always.

And now there’s also the boyfriend.

Her parents think he’s oh, so charming, with his open expression and always that disarming grin, but Petunia thinks he’s just slightly too pleased with himself. It annoys her that even for her parents’ Christmas celebration he couldn’t be bothered to try and make his hair look decent. Even worse, it looks like he’s messing it up on purpose. At least he’s wearing proper clothes this time. When Lily brought him over for dinner for the first time, he had been wearing leggings and a bathrobe. He had been surprised at their reactions, and told Lily he went to a Muggle clothes store especially for her.

They sure love throwing that word around: Muggle. It always angers Petunia, no matter how many times Lily explains it’s not a slur, just a term.

Lily must’ve picked out her boyfriend’s clothes this time, as he’s wearing good trousers and a woollen jumper. Most of Lily’s friends luckily seem to know what normal clothes look like, except for two red-headed guys who seem to be wearing chestnut brown dresses. Well, they can pas for whacky art students or something.

While Petunia is thinking about how grateful she is she did not invite Mr Dursley, she vaguely registers hearing a motorcycle outside, but it’s not until Harriet’s and Edith’s simultaneous gasps that she realises another guest has arrived.

Petunia turns to the door, and almost gasps herself. She vaguely wonders if the young man walking in also didn’t know how to wear normal clothes, or whether he chose jeans that tight on purpose and meant to leave that many buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. She realises she’s staring, and quickly looks away, her cheeks heating up.

Harriet and Edith have no such qualms.

Harriet is leaning with her elbows on the table, her head resting on her hands, eying him up and down. “Now, that is a rare specimen.”

“And a fine specimen,” Edith agrees. “They don’t often make ‘em like that.”

Harriet hums. “Keep the candy canes, I prefer the eye candy.”

Edith fans herself with a napkin. “Is it me or had it suddenly gotten a lot hotter in here?”

Petunia is mortified at her friends acting so untoward, just at seeing a handsome man. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

The man looks around the room, and it’s surely unnatural to have hair that dark with eyes that bright. He spots Lily and Potter, waves and walks over, so if he’s one of them, Petunia supposes he is unnatural.

“Stop it!” Petunia hisses at her friends. “He’s one of those freaks from that school for deviants my sister goes to!”

Harriet rolls her eyes. “Hun, I wouldn’t have cared it he were a bloody werewolf, with cheekbones like that.”

The man walks past and Edith leans over to unsubtly watch him go. “Or a backside like that.”

Petunia scoffs as she takes a sip from her drink, trying very hard to not look at the handsome man’s backside. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

“Tuney? What’s wrong? Are you not enjoying the party?”

Petunia turns to look at Lily, giving her a hard glare. “What’s wrong? That’s what’s wrong!” She points across the room to where Harriet is giggling and twirling her hair around her finger so much Petunia is worried it’ll get stuck, and Edith is batting her eyelashes while leaning over the table so that practically the whole room can look down her dress, both of them chatting up Lily’s handsome friend. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

“Ah, yes,” Lily says, studying the scene calmly. “The Infamous Black Charm. Hardly anyone can resist. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve warned you about that. Don’t worry, though. I know just how to put a stop to it.”

Lily looks around the room and for a moment Petunia hopes she’ll turn Harriet’s and Edith’s hair blue, like she did to Petunia a couple of times when they were young, but she immediately pushes the thought away. She would never want Lily to use that awful magic of hers, especially not against her friends, it’s disgusting and wrong. No matter how much she would like to see Harriet’s and Edith’s hair turn blue.

But Lily does not grab her magic stick. Instead, she calls out “Oi, Lupin!”

One of Potter’s friends turns around. He really should’ve been hideous, with scars all across his face, but somehow, his warm honey-coloured eyes make him look sort of... sweet.

Lily points to where Edith is practically shoving her, admittedly quite impressive, bosom against Black. “Resolve that situation, please.”

A wolfish grin spreads over Lupin’s face. “My pleasure.” He marches towards Black and Petunia’s friends.

“What’s he gonna-?” Petunia begins nervously, but before she can finish her sentence, Lupin grabs Black by his collar, pulls him in and starts snogging him senseless. “Oh.”

Petunia stares in shock, and Harriet and Edith look on in bewilderment.

“What...” Black has to gasp for air once Lupin has pulled away. “was that for?”

Lupin smiles, pressing another quick, soft kiss on Black’s lips. “Just clearing something up.”

Harriet and Edith have joined Petunia at her table again, but she’s not sure if that’s actually a good thing, as now they can’t stop gushing about what a cute couple Black and Lupin make. She’s actually relieved when they have to get home. Her relief is short-lived, however, as Lily and her friends join her at her table.

“I’m sorry,” Lupin says, standing beside her, one arm casually wrapped around Black’s waist. “We didn’t mean to take your friends’ attention away from you.”

Petunia would think he was mocking her, but he looks so genuinely sorry and sounds so sincere, it’s almost difficult to snap at him.

Almost.

“I don’t need sympathy from unnatural freaks like you!”

“Oi!” Black protests. “We love each other! You can’t help who you fall in love with, and it doesn’t make us ‘freaks’.”

Petunia states at him. Then crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t give a rat’s arse down whose throat you want to stick your tongue! I mean that unnatural and freaky magic, or whatever you claim it to be.”

“Oh,” Black says a bit sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I thought you meant because we’re two guys who... Well, you know.”

Petunia bristles. How did they get from her insulting Black to Black apologizing to her? It’s unnerving.

Luckily, Potter makes getting angry a lot easier. “Why do you hate Wizarding folks so much, Tuney?”

“You don’t get to call me that!” Petunia snaps. It’s only when Lily beams at her she realises how it must sound. Like it’s something special between her and Lily. Good god, she thought she had gotten over that when she was twelve. “You wizards think you’re so special, but you just always ruin everything! Like that senile old man who took my sister away to that freakshow he called a school, and even before that, there was this gross, creepy boy always lurking from the bushes when Lily and I were playing, always trying to get Lily away from me. He thought himself just so much better than me, because he was a wizard, and I was ‘just a Muggle’. You’d think that someone who doesn’t even know how to wash his hair wouldn’t be so arrogant, but he had an ego almost the size of his nose, that ugly git from Snape.”

There’s a silence.

“Oh no,” Lupin mutters.

“Here we go,” Lily sighs.

Huge, identical grins spread over Potter’s and Black’s faces.

“What?” Petunia shifts uneasily. “What did I say?”

At that point, Potter and Black appear on either side of her, both throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, Tuney,” Black says. “I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

“Yeah,” Potter agrees. “I have the feeling that if we get to know each other a bit better, we’ll get along splendidly!”

[hyperfocuscentre]

hey guys! i’m looking for a jily fic, which i believe to be lily centric? if i remember correctly, her parents die way earlier and she and her sister go and stay with someone else (for some reason, i remember mcgonagall but that might just be my brain being dumb??). if you know what i mean, it’d be real helpful if you’d tell me the name of the fic or even link it! thanks!

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

regulus x petunia only for the reaction from lily and sirius

[postnuclearel]

always thinking about writing fanfic but never actually writing fanfic

[celestialgalaxyglow]

At Jegulily wedding

Priest: If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Everyone but James raises their hand.

James: Ok, that's just rude.

[hp-hcs]

TW: heavy child abuse; emotional & physical abuse; language

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards — Pt. 1/?

Out of all of the people Petunia Dursley expected to knock at her door, her dead sister was not one of them.

“Where the fuck is my son?”

Petunia stared, wide eyed.

“Get out of my fucking way.” Lily shoved past her sister, shoulder checking her into the doorframe.

James followed her in with a look of calmness on his face, an expression that was belied by the far too tight hold he had on his wand. His fingers were practically trembling with rage.

“Where. Is. My. Son?” Lily asked again in a low, dangerous voice, her own wand pressed against her sister’s neck.

Petunia’s eyes widened comically and she made an odd sort of choking sound. “I-in the c-cupb-board.”

“In the what?” James asked again, gritting his teeth to avoid lashing out with magic.

Petunia said nothing, quivering under their weighty stares, and slowly pointed towards the stairway.

James slowly walked over to where she pointed, the quiet tapping of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound other than Petunia’s trembling breaths.

Sure enough, there was a little cupboard door underneath the staircase—maybe three feet high and closed with a heavy padlock. James leaned down closer to the tiny door, casting a wordless alohamora. He swung open the creaky door, drawing in a sharp breath at the contents.

The unfinished walls, just bare wood, were splintery and rough. Spiders scuttled along the walls and ceiling, miffed at the interruption that opening the cupboard door had caused. A single dim lightbulb on a pull-cord flickered and sputtered, failing to illuminate even just the tiny room. The cupboard stunk of cleaning chemicals, and a peculiar stain of water damage warped the drywall ceiling.

But the worst thing, the worst thing was the thin, stained mattress that took up nearly the entire floor, and the skinny, bloody, beaten little boy tensed for blows on top of it.

“Harry?” James whispered softly, completely at a loss for what to do. But the little boy just blinked, no recognition in his frightened expression.

“Do you want to come out of there, honey?” James tried again, but the little boy was frozen, as if calculating whether or not it was a trick question.

James looked helplessly over at Lily, who hadn’t moved from her sister’s side and still had yet to see the state of their little boy. Lily rolled her wand in between her fingers nervously, unsure of what was happening.

Petunia swallowed thickly and called out softly, in a voice that sounded like a quiet and poor imitation of the authoritative tone her husband used.

“Boy, listen to him.”

The little boy snapped out of his reverie, scrambling out of the cupboard and standing at attention near James, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

Lily gasped as she looked at the child—the size of a four-year-old rather than six, clearly favoring his right leg, with bruises and scabs trailing down his limbs. He wore a stained and torn mens button up, which fit more like a dress. He squinted, like he couldn’t see well, and a nasty black eye dominated most of his face. Under the weight of their scrutiny, he trembled.

James slowly kneeled down in front of him, failing at trying to catch his eye. “Hello, honey. What’s your name?”

The boy glanced around nervously, his eyes darting from Petunia to back down at the floor.

“Boy.” The little boy whispered. Petunia flinched as her sister’s wand dug further into her jugular.

James’ mouth twisted, but he kept his voice calm and nonthreatening. “Do you know who I am, honey?”

Boy shook his head, his hands worrying the hem of his shirt.

“My name is James. I’m your dad.”

“I don’t have a dad,” Boy immediately responded—a reflex from saying the same thing over and over again. “Freaks don’t deserve families.”

James flinched at Boy’s words, and Lily let out a choked sob. “You’re not a freak, Harry.”

“Who’s Harry?” Boy asked, quickly tacking on at the end, “sir.”

“You don’t need to call me sir, sweetheart. You’re Harry.”

Boy shook his head, staring pointedly down at the floor. “No ‘m not, sir. You’ve got the wrong person.”

James felt his heart shatter.

Lily slowly kneeled down, all but crumpling at her son’s feet, her forgotten wand rolling to a stop on the rug.

“H-Harry? Sweetheart?” She whispered, her arms held open for a hug.

Boy blinked.

Lily tried again. “Can I pick you up, honey?”

Boy hesitated, then nodded warily.

Lily slowly reached out, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip when Harry flinched back.

She reached out again, even slower, cupping his face in her trembling hands and running her thumbs across his bruised cheekbones. She carefully picked him up—mindful of his injuries—and kissed the top of his head.

“Let’s go home, honey.”

[vilain-herodes]

“it builds walls between you though, between you and the people you love,” lily says eventually, looking down at the cigarette in her hand before flicking it off into the distance.

“what does?”

“going places they can’t follow.”

[bitterspoons]

"Happy Birthdays at Privet Drive"

CHAPTER ONE

Edith Dursley Series by Bitterspoons

slowburn fred weasley x Fem!oc

SERIES MASTERLIST✨

in which: a half-giant bursts into a quaint hut with a cake after the Dursley's ran away from the post and owls.

word count: 4.4k

next chapter coming soon

“Here, let me help.” Quickly flipping the pancakes and bacon while the dark harried boy rushed to deliver coffee to her dad. 

It was a special day for the Dursley’s—it was Dudley’s birthday but more than that—it'd be the day our story begins (Dudley should feel honored.)

While Edith hated the way her parents acted on his birthday (and occasionally Dudley) she still cared for her brother—even if her cousin, Harry, was more of a brother to her than Dudley would ever be. 

Still, it was a small chance to bond with her brother since the relationship between the two Dursley siblings was…strained to say the least. 

In their defense, it was mostly their parent’s fault for how the two had become competitive. 

It started out when Edith’s reading comprehension passed Dudley’s, despite him being a year older than Harry and Edith. She was showered in attention and praise.

That sparked into a new challenge for the two, trying to surpass each other in every way possible. 

Two specific competitions drove the two apart. 

Kindness, Compassion and Emotional Intelligence. 

Dudley had never been one for empathy, having become a “bully” in their school. While the two siblings were both popular, Edith was the kind spirit—helping younger kids find their way to classes and solving playground disputes. 

This was especially impactful to Harry Potter—their orphaned cousin who had been living with them since he was a year old. 

Maybe it was because Edith was closer in age to him, being only 2 months older while Dudley had been 14 months older. Or because Harry looked more like Edith. Or because Harry came up with Edith’s nickname, Eddie. 

One thing was clear. Edith and Harry had a strong bond while Dudley did not. 

Edith had a keen eye for sadness. At first it was small things when they were children like giving Harry some of her toys or holding his hand when they tried to walk so he wouldn’t be left behind. 

As they got older, her support increased. Giving Harry snacks, pillows, blankets, stuffed animals. Soon it was money she earned from her lemonade stand, notes for homework (albeit they weren’t great unless they were for English) but she tried. She cut his hair so that it stayed long and fluffy but didn’t get too tangled or past his eyes unlike her mother who tried unevenly buzzing it off, just for it to grow back in a matter of days. 

And if Dudley couldn’t be the best, he would be the worst. 

Edith would spend money to fix the glasses that Dudley broke. Or cleaning up food that Dudley spilled so that Harry wouldn’t have to. 

Dudley hated English, despised it. Words weren’t meant for anything more than speaking. Journaling, plays and books were all futile.

Edith loved words, writings of all sorts. Poetry was her favorite, playing with words in a way that perfectly encompassed how you felt and conveyed meaning with small detail. It was a delicate craft. 

But there was one other thing that caused quite the rift between them. 

Petunia’s Love

Their mother was quite the character. Edith only heard bits and pieces about her sister, Harry’s mom but it seemed enough. 

She cried over her, she yelled over her, she swooned over her and sometimes she’d lull herself to sleep, pretending to say goodnight to her. 

And she’d call Edith by her name. 

I’d like to say that Petunia’s jealousy towards Edith started after some argument between them. But that would be a lie. Instead, it started before Edith was even born. 

Lily Potter—or rather Lily Evans was apparently the poster-perfect child. Her parents raved about the school she went to and it seemed like Petunia was left in the dust, just to be bitter. 

So when Edith was born, Petunia was overjoyed to see that Edith had her own big blue eyes and dark hair like her father, Vernon. 

But then Edith turned 9 months old, and what used to be brown hair had a shade of copper to it. And as Edith grew older, her hair solidified into a dark auburn—Petunia’s ginger genes shining through ever so slightly. 

Unfortunately, Edith was blessed with the Evans look—having only inherited dark hair from her father instead of the blonde hair that Dudley and Petunia had. Otherwise, she was a spitfire between Petunia and Lily—as if her grandparents had another child. 

This was a horrible thing, as while Edith was very pretty—Petunia could not escape her sister, even if she had died. 

Dudley, who was constantly showered in affection and attention because looked like his father with Petunia’s hair and eyes—a man she loved and a woman she had grown to love too. 

But Edith looked like Lily and Petunia. A woman Petunia hated, loved, envied and missed and the inferior sister. 

Petunia’s attitude towards Edith differed drastically. Either Lily was the reason Petunia looked in the mirror and sighed, or she was a sister she never got to apologize to. 

In rebuttal to her unresolved issues with her sister, she treated her daughter similarly. 

Either Edith was brushed off, cursed, or simply ignored like Harry or she was love bombed with flowers, money, gifts and apologies. 

The push and pull of it all was exhausting, especially since Dudley seemed to get all her affection without a weird grieving ultimatum or any effort on his part at all. 

And when Vernon had sexist prejudice—his son was always the more important one in the family, being the eldest child in their care and a boy—it seemed as though Dudley had everyone while Edith had Harry. 

But in dear time, that would be all she needed. 

“I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley’s special day!!” Petunia cooed, leading him to the living room where piles of presents lie. “Aren’t they wonderful darling?” 

“How many are there?” Dudley asked, looking over at the colorfully wrapped presents, his nasally voice projecting through the room. 

“Thirty-six.” Vernon bragged. “Counted them myself.” 

“Thirty-six?” Dudley clarified, outraged. “But last year—last year I had thirty-seven!” 

Edith handed him a plate of bacon and pancakes. “If you don’t want them, I’ll take ‘em.” She sassed, turning back around to flip the eggs. 

Their mother doted on the boy, smoothing this hair out. “Oh now, now, now,  this is what we’re going to do. When we go to the zoo, you can buy two new presents!” 

They finished breakfast quickly, wanting to get to the zoo before the traffic started. 

Edith went down the stairs, carrying a small brightly colored box. “Dudley!” She called softly, handing him the gift with a tightlipped smile. “Gift number thirty-seven.” She labeled as he took it. 

Taking the present with grubby hands he returned the awkward smile, the two siblings stiffly hugged before getting in the car. “Thanks…”

She mumbled a “Happy Birthday” before buckling her seatbelt, waiting for her dad to stop gripping Harry by the hair outside the car. 

She leaned over from the middle seat, opening the door from the inside and cut Vernon’s warning to Harry short—saying something about Dudley’s impatience so he’d stop tugging Harry’s roots. 

Her dad shoved Harry into the car, and Edith pulled in him before Vernon could shut the car door on him and the family went on their way to the zoo. 

Their zoo day wasn’t half bad—even Harry agreed. Edith and Harry walked around together, admiring the animals and even got their own ice creams (even though Harry’s was Dudley’s rejected ice cream, it was still a win.) 

But little did they know as they walked into the Reptile House—this was the beginning of the rest of their lives—and it’s quite the story with bits I wrote tediously, so do try and keep up. 

Edith looked at the snakes with awe, they were very pretty creatures that deserved to be admired—although the ethics of this specific zoo were a bit questionable. 

One snake in particular caught their attention. 

It laid in its enclosure with a particular tiredness. Edith could practically feel the sadness radiating off of the poor thing, the will to be free only to be trapped in a glass cage. 

Rapping his hand against the glass, Vernon commanded the snake. “Move!” As Dudley complained of the snake's lack of curiosity to see him. 

Dudley learned from example, banging his fist with more vigor than Vernon. “Move!” He yelled louder, causing some people to look their way. 

“Will you stop it? He’s sleeping!” Edith pulled his hand away from the glass. 

“He’s boring.” Dudley mumbled distastefully, waddling off to a different enclosure.   

Harry looked back at the snake and began hissing at it. 

The snake perked its head up, slithering closer to Harry. Harry continued to hiss at the snake who nodded and shook its head in response. 

“Good god, my family is weird.” Edith said aloud before getting trampled to the side by her idiotic brother. 

Groaning as she ate a faceful of floor, Edith propped herself back up seeing that Harry was also shoved aside by Dudley. 

And that’s when Harry sent a particularly spiteful glare at Dudley and the walls of the glass snake enclosure simply disappeared. 

Dudley fell in with a splash as the snake quickly took the opportunity to slither away, nodding at Harry before booking it for the exit.

“From his behavior, you’d think he’s trapped in there.” Edith mumbled, annoyingly flicking her wrists to get dirt and pebbles off them. “Just get out you big oaf—” Her words fell flat when the glass reappeared before her eyes. 

Her parents ran to the cage, banging their fists against the glass and screaming as their son stood stuck in the glass enclosure. 

With that they were ushered home, Dudley in a wrap of blankets and jackets as he sobbed. Harry was shoved into his “room.” 

Petunia rushed Edith into her room, closing the door. “Lily, you always mess things up!” 

“I didn’t do anything!” Edith protested despite actively being called the wrong name. 

Harry was similarly getting framed by Vernon, being locked in the cupboard. “I swear, one minute the glass was there and the next it was gone! It was like magic!” 

But of course— “There’s no such thing as magic.” He barked gruffly, quickly waddling over to his darling boy to comfort him during these traumatic times. 

And that’s when the letters started. 

Edith watched the first owl arrive in Privet Drive, having been sat on the roof of her house. 

She liked talking to the stars before she slept and after the day had taken an exciting yet exhausting turn—she hadn’t the energy to go back down to her bed. 

But you can imagine her curiosity when she awoke and saw an owl staring straight at her. An envelope with a red wax seal was in its mouth. She gently took it before going back into her room, ready to tell Harry about the weird interaction she just had. 

She walked downstairs to Dudley’s photoshoot for his new school, a foul smell laced the kitchen as Petunia boiled down Dudley’s old uniform as she explained how Harry had to wear those next school year. 

“But they’ll fit me like elephant skin!” Harry protested, pouring Vernon coffee. 

“They’ll fit you just fine.” Petunia sneered before commanding him to go get the mail for the day. 

Edith followed him to the hall. “Don’t worry, Harry—You can wear some of my black clothes. They’ll fit you better than those, that's for sure.”

Giving a tight lipped smile, Harry picked up the letters for today. “Thanks, Eddie.”

Harry sorted through the mail, as Edith remembered the letter. 

“Oh! I got the most peculiar letter today from an owl, it’s addressed to both of us.” Edith took the letter from her pocket, showing him the front of it. 

“An owl?” Harry clarified, walking back into the kitchen and handing people their mail. 

Dudley shoved some eggs in his mouth. “What owl?” He asked, mouth full of chewed food. 

Edith looked at him with disgust. “Just a dream I had.” She brushed off, sitting down on the couch with Harry, handing him the letter. 

To: Mr. H Potter and Ms. E Dursley—Cupboard Under the Stairs and Rooftop of 4. Privet Drive Little Whinging, SURREY. 

Harry and Edith glanced at each other, curious as to if all posts had to be that specific with addressing. Harry began gently peeling the letter open when it was snatched out of his hands. 

“Dad! Harry’s got a letter!” Dudley shrieked, handing it to their dad laughing. 

“Shove off, it’s ours!” Edith argued, trying to reach over Dudley to take it back. 

“Oh please, who’d be writing to you two.” Petunia scoffed, leaning over Vernon’s shoulder. 

Harry and Edith seethed together when Petunia and Vernon’s faces went pale, staring at the stamp on the back of the envelope. 

The next couple of days Edith and Harry spent together, either waiting on the roof together for the owls to fly by or in Harry’s cupboard, watching the letterbox like hawks. 

Everytime, the letters ended up ripped or burned or destroyed and soon, Vernon nailed the letter box shut entirely. 

“What happens when bills come in!” Edith protested, trying to pry the nails off with her fingers. “Didn’t you say Aunt Marge is ill? What if her death notification comes in the mail!” 

But the letters were still kept from the two kids. Owls littered Privet Drive to the point where newspapers were reporting an unusual amount of owl sightings and little kids were making feather keychains to sell to their friends. 

Vernon and Petunia even tried changing the two’s locations in the house—giving Harry Dudley’s old second bedroom and giving Edith the entire basement and still all the changed was the address on the letters. 

Petunia spent her days clawing at her hair in frustration and blending up letters and Vernon spent his nights burning letters in the fireplace. 

And it changed on sunday. 

“Fine day, Sunday.” Vernon smiled, happy with himself as the family sat in the living room. Harry walked around with a tray of biscuits and Edith was making Harry and her hot chocolate. “Favorite day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?” 

Dudley shrugged so Harry answered for him. “No post on sundays?” 

“Right you are Harry! No post on sundays!” Vernon cackled to himself. “No post on sundays!” He repeated gleefully, picking up a cookie. “Not one, bloody letter! Not one!” 

But as it seems, that was quite the ironic thing to say when a letter came flying out of the fireplace and knocked the biscuit right out of his hand. 

The house rumbled and Edith was quite sure an earthquake was happening when letters began flying out of the fireplace like confetti. 

The two cousins looked at the scene unfolding in awe before jumping into action.

The letterbox broke open, letters fell from the sky as Harry darted to catch them. 

Edith darted for the floor, trying to grab some herself before her mom picked her up and forced her to stand, pinning her arms to her sides. “Don’t you dare, Lily.”

“You’re the one who named me woman! How can you never remember it!” Edith cried out with annoyance. 

Harry tried to catch letters while he could only to get tackled by Vernon. 

"We're going away!" Vernon announced, holding Harry down. "Far away! Where they can't find us!" 

Harry squirmed from under Vernon, annoyed as he was limited from grabbing the letters due to his stance on the floor being practically maimed by his uncle. 

"Dad has gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked, horrified at the scene. 

Petunia just shook her head, pushing Edith to the wall so she couldn't grab any of the letters either. 

Harry and Edith's protests were heard from the whole neighborhood as they were shoved into the car. The Dursley family threw some essentials into the car and drove off—leaving the letter filled house in the distance. 

They traveled from hotel to hotel, making small stops at gas stations but no matter where they went—which hotel chain or motel chain—the front desk always informed them of an influx of letters to an Edith Dursely and a Harry Potter

So it was time for more drastic measures. The family of Durseleys and Potters rented a boat, rowing their way to a distant run down hut on a rock. . 

The pouring rain made their journey treacherous and when they finally got inside, they all panted and wrapped themselves in blankets. 

Petunia and Vernon took the bed, Dudley took the couch which left Harry and Edith to lay on the floor with a blanket and jackets. 

Edith rummaged in her pockets, grabbing a small tissue and wrapping up some coins into a little package. She tied a little ribbon on the package and drew little stars on it with an old marker that was left behind by the past renters of the hut. 

Harry drew out a little birthday cake on the dirtied floor, writing a small birthday note to himself and checking Dudleys watch for the time. 

Pinching some sand, Edith sprinkled it onto the 'candles' of the cake and placed her gift in front of Harry before quietly singing Happy Birthday to him. 

Harry opened his small gift, appreciating the effort she made to get a gift despite being on a hut on a rock in the middle of nowhere. 

It was a small little hut. Wind rattled the filthy windows and you couldn’t escape the smell of seaweed. Edith wondered how much one had to pay to stay in an estate like this. 

Dudley’s watch beeped and Harry blew out the dust candles they had made. Edith clapped a little but was quickly interrupted by a loud bang. 

Edith ushered Harry into a corner as the bangs got louder, louder than the lighting crashing down near them. 

The door shook vigorously, waking up Dudley and her parents as the hinges of the door rattled for their lives. And soon, the door fell down. 

Petunia quickly switched a light on, her husband pointing a gun at the door when an extremely tall man stood in the doorway. 

Shaggy bushy hair almost covered his whole face, and he had hands as big as trash can lids—which he promptly used to pick the door back up and try to prop it against the doorway. “Sorry about that!” He said casually. 

 “I demand you leave at once sir!” Vernon squawked, pointing his gun. “You are breaking and entering!” 

The giant of a man walked up to him and grabbed his gun—twisting the metal up with his bare hands so it would shoot up at the ceiling. “Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.” He snorted. 

And that’s when Edith let her shoulders relax, deciding she liked whoever this intruder was and figured they were probably less dangerous than her dad with a gun. 

The man turned to Dudley with a surprised look. “Mind, I haven’t seen you since you was a baby, Harry but you’re a bit more along than I would have expected.” His voice was very friendly and joking. “Particularly ‘round the middle” He laughed. 

Edith walked a bit closer to the man, Harry trailing after her. 

Dudley stumbled over his words. “I-I’m not Harry!” He explained quickly, voice shaking. 

Harry peeked his head from behind Edith. “I am.” He spoke up. 

Turning around, the man’s smile got bigger. “Why of course you are! And you must be the ‘ittle Edith! You look strikingly similar to your aunt, Lily!” He admired the two children. 

“So I’ve heard.” Edith replied, still quite confused by the situation. 

He turned around, rummaging through his jacket. “Got something for you!” He said, taking out a box. “‘Afraid I might’ve sat on it on my way over but I imagine it’ll taste just the same.” 

Harry took the box gingerly, opening it up to see a cake—messily coated in pink frosting with the words “HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY” scrawled on top in green. 

“Baked it myself, words and all.” Bragging, the man sat down on the moth-eaten sofa. 

“Thank you,” Harry looked up at the man with genuine gratitude, the stranger having celebrated his birthday more than his aunt and uncle combined. 

“Isn’t everyday that you turn 11 now is it?” He smiled, taking out an umbrella and pointing it at the old fireplace. A ball of fire shot out from the tip, landing in the kindle and bringing warmth into the rundown hut. 

Harry and Edith looked at the now-lit fireplace in awe. “You are so awesome.” Edith said, mesmerized by the flame. 

The man chuckled as Harry put down the cake, gingerly sitting down next to him. “Excuse me, but who are you?” 

“Rubeus Hagrid!” He introduced himself, eyes like black beetles peeking from the bushy hair. “Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.” 

Edith furrowed her eyebrows. “Hogwarts?” In her mind, she questioned whether it was circus a  or a farm. 

“Of course, you two already know all about Hogwarts.” Hagrid brushed himself off, ready to move onto the next topic. 

Harry and Edith glanced at each other, a mutual confusion. “Sorry—no.” Harry blinked at the man. 

“No?” Hagrid repeated, confused. “Blimey, Harry. Didn’t you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?” 

“All of what?” Harry said, a bit oblivious. 

“Yer a Wizard, Harry.” He said, eyes glimmering with mischief. 

Harry’s eyes widened with pure confusion. “I’m a what?”

“A wizard!” He repeated. “And a thumping good one, I’d wager—once you’ve trained up a little. And if Edith is as similar to Lily as she looks, I’d say you’re on the same path.” 

Edith pointed at herself, bewildered. “I’m a wizard?”

“A witch.” Petunia interrupted, correcting her daughter. “You’re a witch.”

Twirling around, Edith looked at her mother, pointing at her and then back at Hagrid, mouth gaped open before turning back to Hagrid—processing. “Am I going crazy?” She asked herself. 

Harry was going through a weird state of denial as well. “I mean, no—I can’t be a…a wizard—I’m Harry! Just Harry.” 

Hagrid chuckled at the two once more. “Well, just Harry. Have you ever made anything happen?” He asked. “Anything you couldn’t explain when you were angry or scared?” 

The two kids had their share of unexplainable things.

 Harry’s magical growing hair or the snake exhibit, the time where Edith’s clothes all turned blue after her mother told her it was a boy-ish color and when Harry ended up on the roof after escaping Dudley’s taunts and bullies. 

There was also a time where Edith woke up one day with a black eye, having wished that Vernon had punched her instead of Harry and Harry’s wound was gone. 

Hagrid saw the realization in their eyes and pulled out an envelope. A letter Harry and Edith had been trying to get ahold of for weeks. 

Edith leaned over Harry’s shoulder, reading aloud the contents. “Dear Mr. Potter and Ms. Dursley—we are pleased to inform you that….you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!” 

Vernon quickly waddled over to the two kids. “They will not be going!” He announced in a hush voice, having found his audacity again after his initial shock. “We swore when we took him in, we’d put a stop to all this rubbish!” 

“You knew?” Harry exclaimed, betrayed. “You knew this whole time and never told me?” 

Petunia scoffed, crossing her arms. “Of course we know. How could you not be?” She said bitterly. My perfect sister being who she was…with that Potter.” She paced around. “My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. I was the only one who ever saw her for who she was—a freak.”

Edith flinched. “And me? Did you know I was a witch?” 

Petunia practically rolled her eyes. “We were hoping you weren’t. But when you started floating instead of crawling, we were pretty confident you had taken after her. And then she got herself blown up and then we ended up with you and Harry. The two abnormal children.”

“Blown up?!” Harry yelled. “You told me my parents died in a car crash!” 

“A car crash?” Hagrid repeated incredulously. “A car crash killing James and Lily Potter?” 

“We had to say something.” They excused themselves. 

“It’s an outrage! A scandal!” Hagrid shouted at them, waving his umbrella. 

“They will not be going.” Vernon stuck up his nose. 

Hagrid mocked them. “Oh and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is going to stop them, are you?”

A quick beat of silence as the argument fizzled out for a moment. “A muggle?” Edith questioned. 

“Non-magic folk.” Hagrid defined before quickly jumping back into the argument. “This boy has had his name down ever since he were born! He’s going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and she’s going with him! They will be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore!” 

The two children beamed up at Hagrid, having someone defend them for once in their lives other than each other. 

Face turning red, Vernon raised his voice. “I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!” 

Hagrid stuck the flame-thrower-umbrella in Vernon’s face. “Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.” He warned, tone harsh and dry. 

The room went silent, the only noise heard was Dudley, snacking on Harry’s birthday cake in the corner. 

Hagrid stuck his umbrella towards him, a beam of mist shooting out and at Dudley. A pig tail emerged from Dudleys behind, swirling around as Dudley shrieked and squawked. 

Panicking, Vernon and Petunia started screaming as well—chasing after Dudley as he ran around the room in circles. 

Harry laughed as Edith smiled, covering her mouth. 

Leaning down a little, Hagrid lowered his voice into a whisper. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. I’m not supposed to be using magic.”

They nodded feverishly, as Hagrid thanked them—taking out a little pocket watch. “Ooh, we’re a bit behind schedule. Best be off!” 

He headed towards the exit, looking back at the cousins who hadn’t moved yet. “Unless of course you’d want to stay?” 

With that, Edith slipped on her shoes and walked out the door, Harry stumbling after. 

END OF CHAPTER ONE

[wilderflowergirlie]

"when you called me from the train, water freezing in your eyes, you were happy and I wasn't surprised." but it's petunia talking to lily and the train is the Hogwarts express.

"you already hurt my feelings three times, in the way only you could." but it's lily talking to petunia.

[casinotrio1965]

Disney Descendants : List of Tiger Lily x Lampwick's kids in my au

They are also apart of @hannahhook7744's au !

Tiger Peony :

kind, nature loving, sweet. Smart. Natural born leader. Activist. Feminist. Loyal. Stubborn. Protective. Multitalented. Good at stealing the show. Sassy. A bit nosiy. Mysterious. Sarcastic. Intune with herself, her feelings, and nature. Good at giving advice. Has a thing for Bobby Hood.

….. Tulip Lampwick :

Head cheerleader. Head Prankster. Goodhearted. Sassy. Loves a good joke. Total Daddy's Girl but still Has a little too much fun driving her dad crazy XD. Creative. Good at weaving. Major crush on Artie. …. Blue Veronica :

Nerd. Creative. Excitable. Competitive. Collects posters. Takes things one step at a time. Optimistic and hopeful. Loves nature. Somewhere in the middle of her sisters, personality wise. …. Sunflower :

Sunflower's as sunny as her name. She's bright, friendly, and sweet. Loyal to a fault and "sparkly" as her friends call her, Sunflower is always up for something fun to do! Probably gonna take after her big sister Tulip as a cheerleader …. Rowan :

Rowan has been described as a grumpy stoic loner with his heads in the clouds by those in Neverland but as a wild child who is a lot like his dad by those outside of it. He wants to travel the world and is sick of Neverland as he's rarely left it. He's a good guide and good at giving advice. … Petunia :

Petunia is extremely chill. Raised in a chaotic but loving home taught her to go with the flow. She does lots of things to relax and it's pretty hard to rattle her. Unless you're playing pool, where she gets VERY competitive. Blame her dad. XD .....

Note: Petunia is A shared oc with @disneynerdpumpkin