Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural nor Harry Potter.

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Petunia hates the unnatural.

She hates that her childhood was spent in a camper, driving from place to place as her parents pursued the evil and the undead, hunted witches and the monsters that went bump in the night.

She hates that she didn't really have a childhood, having to help her parents research and prepare for hunts.

She hates the demon who ripped open her mother's chest when she was only six, leaving Lily and her motherless, and their father a broken mess.

She hates remembering the glee on its twisted face as her mother dropped to the ground, hates remembering its cruel, back eyes.

Hates remembering.

But mostly, she hates that Lily doesn't remember.

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The night Rose Evans died, Michael Evans made a decision. Hunting was his calling – his duty – but he wouldn't let it take anything more from him. He "retired," so to speak, scraping together all the money he could find to buy a dumpy little house on a dumpy little street called Spinner's End.

Michael is remarried by the end of the year. He still works crazy hours, and Lily and she need a mother – or so he says. Petunia is okay with it, though. Anne will never be Petunia's mother; that role will always belong to Rose. Anne is a plain, bland woman, with nothing extraordinary about her. Which is okay. Which is better than okay.

Because normal is good.

But as Lily grows older and memories of Rose Evans fade, and their father continues to stubbornly pretend his past as a Hunter never existed, Petunia can't help but think it's unfair that she's the only one who can't forget.

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When Lily first levitates stones, Petunia's instinct is to fight. Without thinking, she reaches for the Holy Water she always carries with her, searching the clearing for is causing it. This quickly gives way when she realizes it's Lily doing the levitating.

It couldn't be her Lily. It just wasn't possible. When could she have made a deal with demon? How could she have made a deal? Didn't she know it stood against everything their mother had fought against?

Only she didn't. Lily had grown up blessedly unaware of the Hunter world. She had no idea about demons or witches or werewolves or ghosts. She's never had to learn how to wield a gun or a knife, memorize Latin, or help paint devil's traps.

She was still innocent.

When Petunia makes her promise to never to her "tricks" again, Lily huffs and nods, promising.

Petunia know s she will, anyways.

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The last straw is when Lily's letter arrives, and their father's reaction is excitement. Not fear or anger or any modicum of concern; just excitement.

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Petunia meets Vernon Dursley, and he's far from perfect, but he's normal. Oh, so normal. He lives a life as far from the supernatural as one can possibly get. And he can give her that life, too. The life she's been dreaming of for so long.

She doesn't have to worry anymore about ghosts or poltergeists, skin walkers or strigoi, or unnatural freaks like her sister or that Snape boy.

And if she keeps a stash of rock salt in the garage, it's only because you never know when the roads might ice. And the little symbols she embroiders into Vernon's – and later Dudley's - clothing just there to stay on the safe side. And if she always keeps a bottle of holy water in her purse, it's only a precaution.

It never hurt to be careful. And really, it wasn't that abnormal.

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So, this is just an idea that popped into my head the other day and refused to leave me alone. Updates will be intermittent and not on any sort of a schedule, so just a heads up that it might take a day or a month, just depending on the chapter.

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