In which Petunia attempts to be a parent
Petunia
felt barely any remorse leaving her house behind, little Harry in a baby carrier
supported against her chest. The taxi to the airport was waiting for them.The only
things she would be leaving behind were broken relationships and silent
graveyards. She scoffed inwardly. That Dumbledore and his fellows hadn’t even
bothered telling her when the funeral would be, nor had they relayed the
location of Lily’s grave. For someone who in his letter had claimed to have
been very close to the Potters and who had even insinuated to have been some
kind of authority in the forces against the Dark Lord Voldemort – for someone
like that to attempt to squirm free of his duty to the deceased’s family –
Petunia had no words for that level of cowardice.The more
she thought about his actions, the higher rose her fury.A one
year-old child! Alone! On a doorstep!And not
only that – it had been October 31st. As in, Halloween. The one holiday where villains went crazy. Not only were they able to walk freely among pedestrians due
to idiotic civilians donning silly
disguises to the point of pretending to be villains. No, in the spirit of the
holiday they became even more audacious than usual.The crime
rate on this particular holiday was higher by a third than it was on any other day. All day Petunia had been
chasing villains and patrolling, some idiots had coordinated unsafe fireworks
all over the entire country – and
this old fool abandoned a child. In a
well-known neighbourhood of heroes, most of which were out on patrol that particular
day which made it an attractive target for villain attacks. It had happened
last year, in fact, or so her neighbours had told her.And Harry –
Petunia didn’t even want to think
about it.(He was
already walking and running like a champion! What if he’d woken and wiggled out
of his blanket? Dear God, it was lucky she’d noticed those foolish wizards!)“Mama?”
He’d woken up. His voice was as tiny as the rest of him, and the word broke her
heart.“I’m
sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just us now, Harry.”He giggled,
giving her a blinding smile, not understanding. “Mama!” Petunia felt her eyes
stinging.She hadn’t
processed the loss of Lily, not really. There hadn’t been time. Plus, she had a
child to care for, she couldn’t allow herself to fall apart. “I’m your Auntie
Petunia,” she told him seriously.“Tuna,” he
chirped proudly.“There’s a
smart lad,” she cooed. “We’re going to Japan now. It’ll be a new, fresh start.
Just what we need.”“Tuna,” he
repeated. “Mama? Dada?”Petunia
wouldn’t let herself cry.
Tag: harry potter
Electric Heart, Ch. 1
In which Petunia has a Quirk and Lily doesn’t, and that is really the start of everything.
Petunia
Evans manifested her Quirk at the tender age of three. It wasn’t anything fancy, all she did was get the
mess she’d made eating off of her bib, and her parents registered it as a
‘Cleaning Quirk’. That wasn’t quite what it was, but she didn’t question it
until later. Neither did her parents, as they were busy preparing for the birth
of Petunia’s little sister.
Little Lily
Evans was a lovely child, and Petunia loved her fiercely. They’d play together,
would read hero magazines with riveted attention and obsess over news reports.“Just wait
until I get my Quirk!” Lily would chirp. “I’ll be the strongest hero! My name’s
gonna be Tiger Lily!”“We’ll be
heroes together,” Petunia would vow.“But your
Quirk is Cleaning,” the younger Evans would then frown.“I’ll find
a way.” Petunia was young and stubborn in those innocent times. The only thing
that would change about that in coming years was her age.“It’s a
promise!” Lily would cheer.But Lily Evans
never manifested a Quirk, and while she still aspired to be a hero, her heart
didn’t seem to be in it anymore. But Petunia never forgot that promise, and in
her idealistic child’s mind, she never considered the possibility that Lily
might.
Jiraiya squinted at the cauldron, now turquoise and emitting a shrill hiss. “It’s close enough, right?”
“…Not quite.” Snape looked like it physically pained him to not say something more publicly scathing to a Slytherin. Or not to strangle Jiraiya outright with his bare hands.
Harry glanced back at Orochimaru, who blinked once, long and slow, at the spectacle, and then returned to his own cauldron as if he couldn’t hear the growing noise, now resembling a train whistle.
They had another hour to go.
Snape was so distracted keeping the students from dying at the hands of Jiraiya’s potion-making, that even Neville did a decent job.
—
After class, Orochimaru and Jiraiya tracked down Tsunade in the library. She laid her book down and asked, “How was it?”
Orochimaru side-eyed Jiraiya as he said, “Potions was… as expected.”
“Ahh,” Tsunade caught his look. She leaned forward to stare down Jiraiya, “so you were the source of all that smoke and shrieking coming from the dungeon?”
“Oh, not just that,” said Orochimaru, “I do wish you were there for the sentient acid cloud that attacked the professor, and then Jiraiya’s—”
“ANYWAY,” Jiraiya interrupted, “how was that defense class, Hime?”
Tsunade huffed. “Terrible. The professor’s a self-absorbed moron,” she said, then added, “and probably a pervert.”
Orochimaru nodded. “I would not disagree with that assessment. That floppy haired idiot’s probably more of a pervert than you, Jiraiya.”
“WHAT? No one’s more of a pervert than me!”
Tsunade looked pained. “Oro, please don’t goad him.”
Orochimaru smiled thinly. “I have to make my own fun somehow, Tsunade.”
—
Later, at dinner, Jiraiya sat down next to his teammates and said without preamble, “Lockhart’s a genius.”
Orochimaru stared. “What.”
Jiraiya held up his hands, placating. “Yeah, no, he mostly sucks at everything. But his writing! He just makes up shit and people lap it up! It gives me an idea, you know…”
Tsunade put her head in her hands. “Oh god—”
“I’ll write my own book about a cool adventure! I could call it, like, The Tale of the Super Wicked Awesome Shinobi.”
“…”
“…”
“It’s a working title, okay?!”
A gem from my old chatlogs:
the fuck ever happened to Winky
we know what happened to Dobby he died
a true millennial, Dobby
homeless, unememployed, trying to help his friend survive her alcohol dependency,
ultimately murdered by a baby boomer.
excuse me, a wealthy, pureblood baby boomer.
#GiveDobbyAParticipationTrophy2017considering Harry never even wanted to be in the tournament and was forced to by the adults, does the Triwizard Cup count as a participation trophy?
that’s going on the photoshop list;
Triwizard Cup as participation trophy.
I think Harry’s in Gen Y, not a millennial, but that’s okay.
Gen Y Does This Happen Every Year
Gen Y Me
Chapter five: Diagon Alley
The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
‘Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we’ll find the perfect match here somewhere – I wonder, now – yes, why not – unusual combination – holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.’
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Hagrid whooped and clapped and Mr Ollivander cried, ‘Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well … how curious … how very curious …’
My Padma and Parvati for this week’s Harry Potter Design Challenge! When I looked up their book descriptions pretty much all you get is they were called the prettiest girls in their grade, they wore their hair in braids, and apparently they wore silver “P” necklaces (I don’t particularly remember this part but Oh well). You never hear much about Padma but Parvati always came off as a giggly fun loving girl to me. Although they were identical twins I didn’t want to just essentially make them the same person as twins are often portrayed as in media. I figured since they were sorted into different houses they must have very different distinct personalities. So I decided to make Padma a bit more serious and preppy than her sister. Hope you enjoy!! 😀 (PS since I went with book descriptions for characters I also went with the book version of the ravenclaw colors: blue and bronze instead of blue and silver like the movies.)
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