Chapter 1

After Voldemort's demise, harry potter was shipped off to his muggle relatives. Upon seeing the bundle in front of her door, Petunia was certainly curious. However, after reading the letter one Albus Dumbledore left her, she became enraged at the old man and her pathetic sister. Did the old man really think that this child would be welcomed with open arms? She absolutely loathed her sister and those freaks that she associated herself with.

She looked down at her sister's child. No doubt it would be a freak, just like it parents. And if those freaks knew where she lived, then they would no doubt be spying on the baby freak as well as her precious family. And what if this Voldemort character showed up? According to the letter, that was on freak better left unprovoked who would no doubt come looking for the freak, and if he took up residence here then her family would be in danger. And if one set of freaks could find them then it was a guarantee that the other kind looking for blood would definitely find and slaughter them all.

Petunia gaze at the celling, contemplating what she could do to keep her family safe. It was still dark outside so she still had a little before she would have to explain the situation to Vernon. Oh god, Vernon will be pissed. She hadn't even told him that magic existed. No doubt that particular detail was better left a secret.

After thinking it over, Petunia nodded to herself. She had no choice but to lie.

When Vernon walked down and saw his wife cradling a baby at the kitchen table instead of preparing breakfast he was curious. "What is that flower?" he asked.

She looked up at him, the letter from earlier had been ripped to shreds and thrown in the fire she had started, the one she starts every fall/winter morning. She strategically answered her shocked husband with, "It's our nephew. My sister's boy you see." She paused, "While you were asleep, the bobby showed up and explained the awful situation my sister and her husband landed themselves in." here she choked up for theatrics.

Vernon was at least fooled by her act. She had mentioned her sister before and he did meet her and her fiancé in passing at their wedding but Petunia had explained that her and her sister weren't all that close and so he never knew the extent to which petunia despised her sister. He sat down in the chair beside her, "Flower, what's wrong?"

Petunia looked down with a forlorn expression. "My sister and her husband died in a car crash. Their baby boy was the only one who survived the accident. Apparently, they were both drunk." Here she brought out the tears. She was a little sad that her sister died, but she doubted that the shadow of Lily that was ever present to make her feel inferior would be missed. So yes, there was a little emotion towards the death, but none that would linger beyond a week.

"My stupid sister…"

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Two weeks later, the Dursley family moved to America. Where Petunia vowed to escape the freakish magic of Britain. Sure, she contemplated, the boy was no doubt contaminated. But hopefully her and Vernon could find a way to stop it.