As the train pulled into the station, Lily, Petunia, and Severus quickly grabbed their luggage and stepped off onto the bustling platform. The air was filled with the sound of chatter, whistles, and the occasional screech of an owl. Among the crowd of parents and children reunited, Severus's sharp eyes scanned the faces until he spotted two familiar figures waiting by the edge of the platform. His expression softened slightly, and he gestured for the sisters to follow him as he moved toward them.
"Grandmother, Grandfather!" Severus called, his voice holding an unusual warmth as he approached an elderly couple.
The woman, a stately figure with silver-streaked hair tied into an elegant bun, opened her arms with a smile that crinkled her kind eyes. "Severus, my dear!" she exclaimed, embracing him tightly. "And these must be your friends you've written about."
The man beside her, tall with a slightly stooped frame and a weathered face that spoke of years of wisdom, gave a soft chuckle. "So these are the ones you've mentioned in your letters," he said, his voice deep and warm.
Severus cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "Grandmother, Grandfather, this is Lily Evans and her sister, Petunia Evans," he introduced, gesturing to the girls. "Lily is in Gryffindor, and Petunia and I are in Ravenclaw."
The elderly man extended a hand toward them. "Pleasure to meet you both. I'm Eldric Prince, and this is my wife, Elara."
Elara's sharp, teasing gaze landed on Petunia, making her feel as if she were being scrutinized, though not unkindly. "Ah, so you're the one Severus talks about so often," she said with a knowing smile.
Severus's pale complexion flushed a deep pink. "Grandmother, please," he muttered under his breath, looking mortified.
Lily couldn't hold back her laughter, covering her mouth with her hand, while Petunia blinked in surprise. "Talks about me?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"Oh, nothing scandalous," Elara assured her with a twinkle in her eye. "He's just mentioned how clever and resourceful you are."
Severus groaned, his discomfort evident. "Can we not do this here?"
Eldric chuckled, his laughter rich and hearty. "Don't mind her, my boy. You know she can't resist embarrassing you."
Petunia offered a polite smile, still slightly perplexed. "It was nice meeting you both," she said with genuine warmth.
"And you as well, my dear," Elara said, giving Severus a sly smile. "Take care of yourself."
"Goodbye," Severus muttered, his voice returning to its usual stoicism as he turned to follow his grandparents.
Lily tugged on Petunia's arm. "There's Mum and Dad!" she exclaimed, pointing toward the other end of the platform. The sisters ran toward their parents, who stood with wide smiles and open arms.
"My girls!" Violet Evans exclaimed, pulling both daughters into a warm embrace. "We've missed you so much. The house has been so quiet without you."
"We missed you too," Lily and Petunia chorused, their voices muffled against their mother's shoulder.
Henry Evans, standing nearby, ruffled Lily's hair affectionately. "Come on now, let's get your things to the car," he said. The family walked together to the parking lot, the luggage levitating discreetly behind them under a subtle spell Petunia cast.
As they settled into the car, Henry glanced at the girls through the rearview mirror. "So, how was school?"
"Tuney was the top of her year," Lily said proudly, causing Petunia to blush and smile.
"And Lily was top of her year, too," Petunia countered, returning the compliment.
Henry and Violet exchanged proud smiles. "We're so proud of both of you," Henry said warmly.
Then Violet, always curious, asked, "How about boys? Any crushes at school?"
Lily laughed and shook her head. "No, Mum. But Tuney… well, a lot of boys like her, but they're too scared to talk to her."
Petunia shot her sister a sharp look. "What are you talking about?"
Lily grinned mischievously. "Marlene told me Sirius Black pranks anyone who says they have a crush on you."
Petunia's frown deepened. "When did that happen?"
"Apparently," Lily began, "he turned a Hufflepuff boy yellow for saying he liked you. All four of them got detention for it."
Henry's brow furrowed. "Who is this Sirius Black?"
"Just an annoying prat," Petunia muttered. "He likes to bother me."
"Sounds like he fancies you," Lily teased.
"He does not," Petunia snapped. "And if you keep teasing me, I won't share my candy with you."
Lily pouted but fell silent.
When they arrived home, Violet turned to them with a smile. "We have a surprise for you."
Their house was a large, elegant structure painted in pristine white. The garden was lush and vibrant, with blooming flowers and a sparkling pool. Inside, the foyer opened into a spacious living room with polished wooden floors and tall windows that let in streams of sunlight.
Violet led them upstairs. "We thought you two were growing up and needed your own space."
First, they entered Lily's new room, painted in a vibrant red with a massive bed adorned with a plush duvet and matching pillows. A walk-in closet stood in the corner, filled with shelves and hanging racks. Bookshelves lined one wall, already stocked with Lily's favorite novels.
"This is amazing! Thank you!" Lily exclaimed, hugging their parents tightly.
Next was Petunia's room, painted a calming blue. Fairy lights twinkled around the ceiling, creating a cozy ambiance. A corner of the room housed a mini-library with shelves that held her growing collection of books. A comfy armchair sat nearby, perfect for reading. Like Lily's room, it also had a spacious walk-in closet with room for all her clothes and accessories.
Petunia hugged them tightly. "Thank you so much!"
"Anything for our princesses," Henry said with a smile.
Violet went to the kitchen to prepare dinner while the sisters began unpacking. Petunia carefully placed her first-year books onto the shelves of her library. As she did, a familiar chime sounded in her head.
[Congratulations! You have completed your first year at Hogwarts. Reward: Mastery in Potions.]
Petunia stared at the notification, feeling a surge of happiness and a flicker of curiosity because of the reward . As the knowledge of advanced brewing techniques filled her mind, she paused at one recipe in particular—the Wolfsbane Potion. Its complexity was daunting, but its purpose was extraordinary: a lifeline for werewolves, allowing them to retain their human consciousness during the full moon.
Petunia couldn't help but reflect on the past, her thoughts drifting to memories that were both distant and vivid. Among them, she recalled stories of the Marauders James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew and their unbreakable bond during their years at Hogwarts.
Remus Lupin, who harbored the painful secret of being a werewolf, struggled immensely during the full moon. Without a pack to join him during his transformations, the experience was isolating, both physically and emotionally. The transformations were not only excruciating but also left him feeling vulnerable and ostracized.
It wasn't until their second year that the other Marauders discovered the truth about Remus. Rather than fear or reject him, they chose to stand by him in the most extraordinary way. They devised a plan to become Animagi wizards who could transform into animals at will so they could accompany Remus during his transformations. This companionship would not only ease his pain but also mitigate the dangers of his lycanthropy. By their fifth year, they had finally succeeded. James became a stag, Sirius a massive black dog, and Peter a small rat.
The idea of helping him tugged at her heart. I mean it will take years before the Marauders can turn into a Animagus with this potion it can help Remus to keep his human side every full moon , This was why she loved potions: the power to heal, to make a difference.
Still, doubts lingered. Would he even accept her help? Petunia resolved to take it one step at a time. She would wait for the right moment, when she could approach him to talk about this potion and his secret . For now, she tucked the knowledge away, a future promise to herself to do what she could for those who needed it most.
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With a deep breath, Petunia brushed the thought aside and made her way downstairs when she heard Violet's cheerful call for dinner. The aroma of roast chicken and freshly baked bread filled the cozy dining room, where the Evans family gathered for their evening meal.
As they settled into their seats, Henry, their father, glanced at his daughters with curiosity. "What are your plans for your second year at Hogwarts?" he asked, his tone warm and encouraging.
"I'll continue my tutoring club," Petunia said, cutting into her chicken.
"Tutoring club?" Henry raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"She helps students from different houses," Lily chimed in before Petunia could elaborate. "It's brilliant. She's been organizing study sessions and even assisting students who struggle with practical spells."
Henry's face lit up with pride. "That's wonderful, Petunia. It shows real leadership and kindness."
"I think so too," Violet added with a warm smile. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart."
Encouraged by their approval, Petunia hesitated for a moment before sharing more. "I'm also thinking of volunteering with Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. I'm interested in learning about healing spells and potions. I want to become a healer someday."
Henry set down his fork and gave her a thoughtful nod. "That's a noble goal, Petunia. Helping others when they're most in need is a special calling."
Lily, who had been quietly listening, spoke up with a grin. "I'll probably join her. Madam Pomfrey is fascinating, and I'd love to learn more about healing too."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea for both of you," Violet said, her voice warm with encouragement. "It's inspiring to see you girls thinking about your futures and finding ways to make a difference."
The conversation shifted to lighthearted stories about life at Hogwarts. Lily enthusiastically recounted a recent prank orchestrated by some mischievous Gryffindor boys, leaving the family in fits of laughter. Petunia shared tidbits about her favorite professors and how much she had learned in her first year.
As the evening wore on, their parents updated them about life at home, from new blooms in the garden to a neighbor's newborn puppy that Lily insisted they visit before returning to school. The room was filled with warmth, laughter, and the feeling of connection.
After dinner, the sisters retreated upstairs to their bedrooms, their bellies full and their hearts content. As they prepared for bed, they whispered excitedly about the year ahead, their dreams, and their plans. When the lights finally dimmed, the room was filled with a peaceful quiet, the kind that only came with the comfort of home.