Summary: Petunia Evans would not be a cruel woman. No, she was going to change that. Petunia Evans is going to redeem herself. A story where Petunia redeems herself with the memories of the future.

N/A: Nothing belongs to me. Everything is JK Rowling.

Rating: T-ish?

Chapter 1

She goes out as graciously as she could. Her whole vision turns black and she feels like the whole world goes down with her.

Technically it does.

Petunia's life flashes before her. Her darling parents are the first thing she sees. Her father, Mr. Evans, was a hardworking factory man; he worked day and nights but never once complained about the heavy labor. Instead, he came home with a happy grin to his three beautiful ladies.

Her mother, Mrs. Evans, came from an aristocrat background. She was the daughter of a baron and immediately was banished once she wedded their father. Mrs. Evans was clumsy by nature. She didn't know how to cook or clean or do any of the regular labor that a housewife would normally do. Instead, she kept herself busy as a librarian, a side income on top of their father's.

Then her baby sister, the love and enemy of her life. Her baby sister that she had watched over but remained jealous for the rest of her life. They were like two peas in a pod but that quickly disintegrated once Lily showcase her abilities as a witch.

It boiled Petunia. She envied her for being different even though their parents never treated them any different from each other.

It annoyed her to no end that her friends constantly sought after Lily, asking her how life was at a boarding school. It made her feel as though she was not good enough but she knew the truth—she just wasn't special enough.

Then flashes of her son Dudley and Harry. Initially, she had taken care of Harry like he was her own son. But it became clear that Harry was also special—and it reminded her of herself and Lily.

Petunia would never let Dudley lead a life like hers.

She admits that she was rather horrible to a baby Harry. But that didn't mean that she didn't care about him. Petunia still fed him, clothed him and kiss him goodnight once she was sure that everyone else in the house was sleeping.

Petunia was a jealous woman but she never, for once, thought that Lily deserved what was coming to her. Lily should have never died, Lily should have never married that Potter, and then maybe, just maybe, their parents wouldn't have died because of You-Know-Who. Then maybe, Petunia would found real love and live happily ever after.

But instead, she sought after a man with money.

It was the only way that she could live comfortably. But even that was short lived. Vernon Dursley was man of bulky build but he loved her. In return, she gave him the son he always hoped for.

A son to pass on his company because she never loved him the way he did to her.

"—Tunia?"

She squints her eyes, it's been a while since someone had last called her by her nickname. The only people in her life that did so, had all died almost 10-20 years ago.

"Are you okay, Tunia?"

Petunia cannot mistake that voice from anywhere else. She either is dreaming or has finally reached insanity or in other words, hell. She was after all a cruel human being.

"Honey, I think we need to make an appointment with Doctor Jones. She's looking a little…out of this world."

Petunia blinks her eyes multiple times and focuses on the face of her father. His face looks younger than she last remembers and he looks healthier. She can't mistake his green eyes from anywhere else and that classic slick back platinum blond hair.

"Tunia?" This time it's a child-like voice. Petunia looks up to see a child leaning over her with concern vibrate green round child-like eyes. "Are you okay?"

Petunia releases a shaky breathe before she nods her head. She can't trust herself to speak, afraid that they will disappear—afraid that everything is just an illusion. At a distance, she could hear her mother's posh English tongue speaking to a dialing phone.

With the help from her father, Petunia sits up and her eyes immediately darts from one side of the room to the other. She remembers that ugly woolen blue couch from anywhere. It had remain in their parent's house until their death. There's also a threefold picture frame above the fireplace.

It's a picture of her parents on their wedding day, and then the births of their daughters.

"Petunia?" Her father strokes her hair. "Should I bring you to the hospital right now?"

Petunia shakes her head, instead, she gets up. She feels a little dizzy and she doesn't remember what just happened. But she knows that this is not right. "I'm fine father," Her father gives her a puzzled look then she corrects herself, "I mean I'm fine daddy."

Her father seems satisfied with that and goes back to his main chair, but not before scolding her little sister. Petunia allows Lily to take her hand and drag her back to the large couch.

Her mother naturally falls back to the kitchen even though they all know that it's going to be their father that is going to do all the seasoning and cooking at the end of the day.

It feels natural. This feels natural.

Petunia does not feel out of place. Instead, she lets down her guard. This was her happy place and she'd be damn if she was going to stress over the fact that she was either dreaming about her past or if she really went back to the past because God believes in redeeming herself—or perhaps she just caught a glimpse of the future.

Either way, she was going to stop it. She may not have powers but she was going to protect her family with the knowledge of the future. At least, she hopes that what she holds is the future.

Petunia Evans would not be a cruel woman. No, she was going to change that. Petunia Evans is going to redeem herself.

Petunia is rudely awoken by Lily jumping on top of her. She would have screamed at her younger sister but then again, it was all her fault.

She couldn't sleep the night before. The wheels inside her head, turning and trying to piece things together. She had forgotten that she was going to be going back to school for the first time since summer vacation.

Despite being two years younger, Lily was rather large for her age. It took a bit of wrestling to get the mischievous girl off of her bed and back to her own room. Petunia dragged herself into the bathroom, rinsing and brushing her hair down.

It's the first time that Petunia had actually looked at herself in the mirror. She had been obsessing over Lily that she had forgotten how pretty she was.

She examined herself a little closer. Unlike Lily's fiery red hair, she had a mixture of her father and mother's hair—strawberry blonde. It was subtle but a beautiful mixture. She had always hated her hair because she didn't resemble her parents. Her mother had red hair like Lily while her father had platinum blond hair. She wanted one of those two but instead she got a mixture.

In the past life, she remembers bawling her eyes out to her mother, claiming how much she hated her hair. Her father, her hero, had emerged in his dirty attire and praised her on how beautiful the colour was. It was an exotic colour and she was the only one in the family to have two natural mixes.

Petunia had not understand how much those words held onto in her later life. Vernon, her husband, did not even make such compliment. Her eyes were also a colour of green but while Lily had vibrate ones, she had darker ones. Which at first glance seem like dark brown.

Her mother loved her eyes. She claimed that it made people do a double take on her eyes and loved the way that they reminded her of the forest on the height of its growth. Petunia remembers brushing off that comment but now it strike her. She feels giddy and warm to be reminded of how beautiful she was.

Lily turned six, and was going into her first grade while Petunia was eight and going into her third grade now. This meant that Lily was going to meet that greasy haired boy. Petunia can't exactly remember his name but she knows about his parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Snape were one of a kind. Petunia vowed to herself that she would never become like them. Her father had ushered her away from the Snape household whenever they pass by going to the farm to buy ingredients.

Petunia could always hear screams and items being thrown around while their son huddled himself in the corner of Snape house. Mr. Snape also worked with their father and their father always come home in a bad mood whenever they ended up working in a team.

Mrs. Snape on the other hand was a mysterious woman. A gorgeous woman with raven black locks and blue eyes and she held herself like her mother. Petunia believes that Mrs. Snape also came from an aristocrat background but no one seem to acknowledge that so it's still a mystery to her. Her mother remained silent on that subject. Mrs. Snape always left the house right after Mr. Snape and was always back before Mr. Snape came home. Mrs. Snape was always holding that purple plastic bag which had endless amounts of bottles.

When Petunia had asked her mother about it; her mother simply turned deaf and continue continued cutting tomatoes in large chunks that could probably chock them.

It isn't until Lily goes to Hogwarts that Petunia manages to piece things together. Mrs. Snape is a witch and her son is also a witch—well a wizard.

Petunia finally joins her family for breakfast. She can feel stares being thrown at her. Lily doesn't seem attempt to hide her awe. "Tunia! You look pretty!"

Petunia can't help herself and smiles at her baby sister. Despite Lily being younger, she was almost about the same build as her. "Thanks Lily, if you want I can do this tomorrow for you."

Mr. Evans drops his fork, mouth gaping just in time for Mrs. Evans to close his mouth. "That is nice of you, Tunia." Petunia beams at her mother's compliment and they go back to eating.

Mr. Evans heads into his car, waiting for his two cars to get into the backseat. He gets ready to leave until Petunia gets out of the car. Mr. Evans drums his fingers on the steering wheel. He trusts that Petunia will be back soon, and probably had forgotten to take something from her bedroom.

Mr. Evans doesn't hide his shock when he looks at the behind and doesn't find an item but rather a human being. It's a little boy and Mr. Evans immediately recognizes him as the son of his co-worker.

"Drive, daddy."

Mr. Evans does so. It's been a whole day since Petunia had blacked out and all of a sudden, she seem so different. He lets his thoughts process, imagining what could have gone wrong for his baby girl to be so different.

His daughter, who was usually so brash and harsh to Lily, suddenly became tame and calm. Petunia was acting like an adult. Mr. Evans step on the break, he hadn't realized that he arrived in front of their school.

"Thanks, daddy!" Lily waves her hand. Petunia follows afterwards with the black haired boy in tow. Mr. Evans could have sworn that he heard the boy mutter in gratitude.

Mr. Evans snickered, the little brat was actually cute. He started back up his car and drove to work. He couldn't wait to tell his wife all about Petunia's sudden escapade.

A/N:

I was browsing through the list earlier. I just recently got into HP (I know I am late) but I seem to have form an attachment to Petunia and I wish for her to have a redemption fanfic. I mean if Peter Pettigrew can have one, then our favourite aunt Petunia can also have one.

I am planning to give her a love interest. Please note that Petunia will NOT be a witch like Lily. I do not want to change that. I will keep her as a muggle but she will be able to interact with future characters in the marauders era.