A/N: These are just moments, ideas, and bits of information that I wanted to exist in this storyline, but they either didn't flow well enough with the storyline or the epilogue to include them directly. But, I still want them to be known. There is no timeline or anything, so snippets do jump around...

Snippets

Petunia Dursley could never fully accept the world of magic, though she eventually resigned to the fact that her son fell in love with a witch. The child of man she could never forgive, no less! When the reluctantly announced their marriage to her, Petunia was enraged, but not at all surprised. Somehow, though, she got over it.

She could never say that she grew to love or admire her daughter in law, but she did have a level of respect for Eve's practical nature and ability to keep a clean home. Though she never would admit it, she knew Dudley could have done worse.

However, Petunia loved both of her grandchildren to the moon and back. Her love for them was something so powerful that even the likes of magic couldn't taint it.

Eve would not visit her father's grave the night of May 2, 1998, nor any other second of May, as many memorial visitors would do out of respect.

Every January 9th, on Severus Snape's birthday, Eve would apparate just outside the grounds of Hogwarts and trudge her way through the Scotland snow in the dead of night. She would clear away the snow in front of the grave and sit there for several hours. Some years she would sit in silence, others times she would talk to the biting air around her. Eve didn't hold much stock in the existence of an afterlife, but she figured that if there was one, her voice might be heard, if not...well, it's not like grave would tell anyone that she was talking to herself.

Eve could never figure out why she visited his grave, it's not like they had really known each other. But she did it every year.

She told no one about these visits.

Dudley knew he loved Eve the night they fought for their lives during the Battle of Hogwarts, when he realized how much she really meant to him.

Eve realized she loved Dudley the day he discovered that she was related to Severus Snape, when his reaction nearly broke her heart.

Dudley and Eve visited the location of Marigold Cabin once during their short time away from the magical world.

They had expected debris, charred remains, rubble to sift through. After all, it had been less than a year since that awful Christmas morning. They were both stunned to find an empty field in front of them when Eve apparated them onto the grounds. Dudley would have thought that Eve had somehow transported them to the wrong location, but there was no mistaking the striking orange flowers that swayed despite a lack of wind.

The marigolds had multiplied exponentially, covering the area where the cabin had once been with a floral blanket. The place they had stay in for months had been replaced with a mass of magical orange. The pair of them forged their way through the flowers, trying to find some remains, anything that to prove that Marigold Cabin had existed. They found nothing.

A fair distance away from the small field of marigolds, there was a very small patch of the orange flowers that danced near the woods. Eve and Dudley stared at the spot, unsure of what to say or do.

They eventually sat down on the tiny hill that overlooked the field of flowers. Eve stared at marigolds, Dudley chose to gaze up at the sky. They were silent for well over an hour.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Eve finally said just as the sun began descending towards the west horizon. The setting sun gave the flowers a deep, eerie crimson color.

"Yeah," Dudley said with a shiver.

They left the grounds of Marigold Cabin just as the first hint of the moon appeared in the sky. They never returned there.

"So?!" Fifteen year old Vernon Dursley asked his twin sister the second she got off of the Hogwarts Express for the winter holiday. "Did you collect any data?" He prodded as he assisted his sister with her trunk.

"Yeah yeah," Marigold scoffed, rolling her eyes at her geeky brother. She refused to elaborate about her findings until they had moved away from the other students exiting.

"Where are mum and dad?" she asked, knowing that her deviation from her notes annoyed her brother.

"Still at the shop," Vernon huffed, "They had a large shipment of live Bowtruckles to deal with."

"Good," the girl said, flipping her hair out of her face. "I was afraid mum would shout at me the second I got off the train because of my Charms scores."

Vernon made a strangled sound of anxiety, uninterested in her dilemma.

"Your data, Goldie. Please!" he nearly whined. He came to a halt, refusing to move further. Marigold stopped alongside her brother and sighed as she reached into her book bag and rummaged through its contents. She handed him a green folder stuffed with bits of parchment and lined paper. She pulled out another object. It was a small, ancient handheld Game Boy with strange wires and board attachments that her brother had added to it.

"Everything I could think of is in there," she said with a hint of pride. "Locations from the edge of Hogwarts, to the top of the Astronomy tower... I even tested the girls loo! I recorded locations at multiple times of day, different days. It actually turned on once for a few seconds when I was in Binn's history class, and everyone heard it!" she flushed with embarrassment at the memory. "It only stayed on only long enough for the logo to pop up, then it died. I haven't been able to repeat it since."

"You're brilliant, Goldie! Really, the best!" Vernon grinned, leafing through her notes. "These are really detailed; you've got the record-keeping skills of a scientist!" His sister basked in his praise.

"Yeah," she said smoothly "I know."

Her brother Vernon had gained an interest in the interactions between Muggle electronics and the magical world. Electronics never worked in magical surroundings; their mom had to be careful around the telly and computer every time she would cast a spell. Her brother had become interested in fixing this issue. The idea of wizards using cellphones and computers was laughable, almost impossible to imagine. But, if anyone could make it possible, it would be her brother (not that she would tell him that directly; it wasn't like his ego needed any more inflating.) Her brilliant brother needed her help; her access to the most magical place in Britain would provide valuable information that he could not gather himself. She was willing to do anything she could to help him succeed.

"I'll make sure mum doesn't go off on you too much," Vernon reassured his sister as they continued to walk off the platform, his eyes still glued to her notes.

"Thanks."

"I also won't tell her that I saw you snogging Frank Longbottom on the train…"

With that, Marigold promptly slugged her twin.