1977 Petunia's Decision
1977
Codename: Glass Thorn
By the time Lily was preparing for her seventh year at Hogwarts, Petunia Evans had already vanished from the public eye.
Not in the dramatic, runaway kind of way. No, Petunia slipped away quietly—on a “gap year” that turned into a solo pilgrimage across Europe. Officially, she told her parents she was traveling to after her graduation from the Japanese Magic School. Unofficially, she was chasing shadows. She spent five years in the crystalline spires of Mahoutokoro, where magic flowed through the air like music, and knowledge was treated as the highest form of power. She was marked early on as a kata-sha, a rare transcription Seer—one who channels visions not through spoken prophecy, but through writing, sometimes in languages lost to time.
Her instructors taught her to control it. Refine it. Ground it. In her fifth year, during a private Seer’s retreat on Kyushu, Petunia had a breakthrough. Her transcription unlocked a folded memory hidden inside a centuries-old scroll, one believed inert. The activation sent a low-level dimensional ripple across East Asia. It should’ve collapsed. Instead, she stabilized it—by instinct, not by spell.
That was when the Asian Division of the IWC Unspeakables took notice. They did not approach her as a student. They approached her as a colleague. For two years, Petunia trained with them—not in combat or charms, but in pattern recognition, dimensional ripple theory, and the ethics of preemptive observation. They taught her the languages of the void, how to map probability storms, and how to write visions without unraveling the future. She thrived. Quietly. Brilliantly. But it couldn’t last forever.
During a deep session in the Singaporean archives, she transcribed a vision that fractured her—three timelines clashing in her mind, overlapping and screaming for attention. A child. A war. A death that echoed backward. A school at the center of it all: Hogwarts. She saw Lily. She saw a baby’s name written in blood. And she saw herself—not as a mother or a bystander, but as a keystone. Someone meant to anchor the frayed future.
The Asian Unspeakables debated what to do. The British Ministry was notoriously difficult to work with. But Petunia knew what had to happen. “I’ll go back,” she said. “They’ll never suspect me.”
She returned to England under a cover identity. As a recent graduate witch. As a Shafiq Seer. Not Just Petunia Evans, back from some vague international travel, applying for translation work in dusty Ministry departments. As heir Shafiq finally ready to take the matriarch mantle of the family. No one looked twice. Not even Lily. But behind her heir and political appearance, Petunia was an IWC field observer—tasked with monitoring the timeline, keeping watch on rising dark currents, and staying close to the threads that would one day decide the fate of their world. She kept her robes hidden. She let the world believe she was just another sacred 28th heiress.
And when the time came, she would be ready to write fate into place.
The British Ministry believed Petunia Shafiq Evans was a minor curiosity—a squib descendant, a late bloomer witch, odd even by Seer standards. The Department of Mysteries knew better.
She was a Dimensional Seer, descended from the old Shafiq line, her blood thick with the ink of timelines that had already burned. And more importantly, she knew how to weaponize that gift. With her parchment glowing in the dim candlelight of the Hall of Veils, she wrote a vision so potent the ink bled through into three realities.
"Seven shards, not all his. One breaks, the world burns twice."
Petunia had seen him. Not just Tom Riddle—the man who would call himself Lord Voldemort—but the other versions of him. In other timelines, he’d ascended as a god. In some, he’d fractured the very soul of magic. In one, he became magic itself. She would not let this world follow that path.
Arcane Chronicles Analysis
Beneath the Hall of Prophecy, in a hidden vault accessible only through blood-oath and time-wrought enchantments, Petunia broke the wards around the Arcane Chronicles—forbidden records held under Unspeakable classification since the fall of Grindelwald. The pages resisted her. Some screamed.
But within them, she extracted:
Mentions of the Aletheian Wound—an ancient soul tear spell practiced by the Rukmani Coven during the 2nd Age of Binding. Scholars now believed this ritual was a precursor to the Horcrux.
The Diraz Fragment: a cursed scroll describing the Chimera Soul Binding, where wizards split not only their souls but others’, feeding off tethered lifeforce to remain immortal. Sound familiar, Riddle?
Cross-referencing with her visions, Petunia discovered parallels between Riddle and the Cinder King of the 5th Timeline Collapse—another tyrant who splintered his soul across dimensions, not objects.
Her hand trembled when she uncovered the final line:
“He who shatters the soul leaves echoes. Echoes become thrones.”
Countermeasures from Lost Arts
Using her family’s influence—leveraged through House Shafiq’s ancient seat in the Wizengamot, Petunia pushed through a research petition under the guise of “archival reconstruction.” This gave her access to the Greengrass-Lestrange Codices, which outlined necromantic soul-weaving counterspells, banned post-Merwyn the Mad.
There, hidden behind twelve riddles and a blood seal, she found:
The Unbinding Rite of Isthkar: a ritual that could sever a soul-tether even in absence of the physical anchor.
Sideromancy of the Veil: a way to reverse-cast soul fragments into the void—but only at a terrible cost.
A technique known only as the Vigil Flame, requiring three Seers and a willing death.
She made notes. Quietly. Blood warded. Burned every trace after memorizing them.
The Veiled Prophecies and Dimensional Echoes
Petunia’s visions were rarely straightforward. She didn’t see the future. She saw the futures—all of them. Every possible variant woven like threads through her mind, and her task was to unpick the ones that whispered truth.
In one thread, Dumbledore killed Tom. In another, Tom became Dumbledore. In the worst of them, Tom wore Harry’s face.
She penned her findings in a cipher only three could read—herself, the Head Unspeakable, and Severus Prince Snape (to whom she had not yet revealed all of her findings).
Among her documented visions:
A timeline where Voldemort used a child-Seer to locate a forgotten Horcrux vault beneath the Department of Mysteries.
A parallel in which Sirius Black discovered the truth too late and bled out on the altar of the Mirror of Erised.
A secret warning embedded in a prophecy orb that she knew must be shattered before Trelawney ever gave hers.
Petunia began quietly arranging for the seizure of key magical artifacts—a cursed dagger from Albania, a diadem from a fallen ruin, a cup buried in the vaults of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
She needed them not to protect them.
She needed them to draw Voldemort out—and then tear the soul from his bones.
Operation: SILK VEIL
Location: Department of Mysteries (London, Tokyo, Alexandria), ICW Shadow Network | Year: 1977
They called her “Inkweaver” in the Department of Mysteries.
Not because of her Seer gift—though that would’ve been reason enough—but because Petunia Evans could take a single glimpse of a divergent timeline and extract from it the truth others missed. She wrote in multiple realities, stitching secrets from broken worlds onto her scrolls in ink only Unspeakables could read.
But in 1978, the stakes had changed.
Lord Voldemort had begun to vanish from sight. Entire pockets of magical populations had gone silent—gutted. The Dark Mark was appearing in countries where his name was still unknown. And somewhere in the tangle of timelines Petunia touched, she saw the same ritual repeated again and again.
The tearing of souls.
The binding of death into matter.
The making of Horcruxes.
She had to act—globally.
Vault Access – The Forbidden Stacks
The Department of Mysteries did not allow unrestricted access to the deepest vaults—those that contained soul theory, ritual necromancy, or dark symbology older than the British Isles themselves.
Petunia used her Wizengamot privilege as Lady Shafiq to activate the dormant clause of the Arcana Accord of 1212, granting her access to intercontinental magical intelligence in times of “dimensional-level threat indicators.” A clause no one had invoked in over six centuries.
Her requests triggered alarms.
She silenced them with one word: “Prophecy.”
Three weeks later, under the alias I.K. Sable, she infiltrated the Tokyo Unspeakable Wing, uncovering a fragmented series of Edo-era scrolls describing a ritual nearly identical to what Voldemort had done—soul-sundering through bloodline violation.
At the Alexandria Nexus Vault, she found something far older:
An obsidian amulet used by the Witch-Kings of Num, their immortality paid through the murder of their own names. Voldemort had not invented this magic. He had revived it.
But none had ever succeeded without collapse—until Tom Riddle.
Behind the ICW’s dazzling ceremonial facade sat a hidden network—the Obscura Concordat—where the most dangerous intelligence passed without a trace. Petunia had allies there, seeded through careful diplomacy and the occasional application of Shafiq gold and Wizengamot weight.
Using their access, she deployed magical operatives to:
Track unusual magical corpse disappearances in Bavaria, Russia, and northern Egypt.
Analyze wand trace patterns on known Death Eater battlegrounds, cross-referenced against ancient spellcasting signatures associated with blood-binding and soul tethers.
Infiltrate Gringotts sub-vault registries to search for unusual magical containment objects—particularly those emitting residual traces of death magic or anchoring curses.
Reports flooded in. A locket hidden in Bulgaria, protected by wards older than the Goblins themselves. A ring resurfacing near the ruins of Carthage, then vanishing again. Sightings of masked figures speaking Parseltongue in remote Brazilian jungles, where an ICW botanist vanished weeks later.
Her vision was becoming prophecy.
Within the Department of Mysteries, Petunia launched a full study into ritualistic soul division across magical history. She coordinated with the Time Chamber archivists, retrieving whisper-scraps from fallen timelines and dimensional echoes.
She identified five precedents:
The Aztlani Curse Renders – rituals that tore the soul to fuse it with divine beasts.
The Kalmyk Soul Coffin – a process wherein sorcerers splintered their consciousness into dolls crafted from bone.
The Harrowing of Ishtarion – an ancient rite of binding performed to conquer death by consuming another Seer’s life-thread.
Each attempt at immortality resulted in universal decay—magical infertility, vanishing cities, time collapsing into dream logic. Petunia wrote her findings under lock and chain:
“He seeks a method that succeeded only in dead worlds. And yet he has already breached the pattern.”
She feared Voldemort had uncovered something they hadn't:
A stabilizer. A failsafe.
And he was deploying it now, across multiple fronts.
Petunia returned to London under the cover of a storm. The Shafiq crest ring glowed with the completed blood-oath of international access, and her parchment—etched in ink visible only under veela-forged starlight—carried the names of four suspected Horcrux locations and two active rituals in progress.
She made contact with Severus, slipping him a sealed parchment via an ancient Unspeakable channel, untraceable even by the Auror Office. If she failed, he will finished it.
Phase One was complete.
She had the map.
Now came the hard part: breaking the pattern before the world shattered again.
Codename: Operation Violet Veil
Year: 1977
Petunia Evans, ICW Unspeakable Rank: BLACK ORACLE
Wizengamot Designation: Heiress Apparent, House Shafiq
Dimensional Scrying of Soul Remnants
Location: The Fifth Chamber, Department of Mysteries (Deep Veil Wing)
In the underbelly of the British Department of Mysteries, past the Hall of Prophecy and beyond the time-locked Room of Winds, is a chamber only Seers trained by the ICW are permitted to enter. It has no name—only a runed sigil burned into the stone: 🜏.
Petunia Evans stood within a ring of starlight, quill of basilisk bone hovering, parchment stretched taut on a stone altar pulsing with dimensional resonance. Her eyes bled silver—not from pain, but from crossing thresholds. As a Shafiq, she could anchor her mind across realities, weaving fragments of broken timelines into legible visions.
And what she saw…
“Rings swallowed by forest rot. A cup bleeding gold into dragonfire. A child weeping in Parseltongue at a mirror’s edge.”
She captured the soul-echoes Voldemort left in his wake—torn, but bound. These echoes were nonlinear: some existed before they were made, others after they were destroyed. Petunia crafted a layered temporal map, inked in ancient Seer-script visible only through aetheric illumination.
These fragments weren’t just memories. They were anchors.
And they needed to be exorcised.
Runic Locator System Construction
Codename: Project MERROWGLASS
Objective: Track ambient soul magic signatures through ancient rune matrices.
Petunia summoned her Japanese mentors—Seers who studied at the Mahoutokoro Observatory—and together they reactivated the long-lost Ouroboros Array, a magical detection construct used in the Age of Arcane Plagues.
At its core was a runic algorithm that could trace the magical "scent" of a soul fragment. She carved the base glyphs herself, speaking language-of-origin runes that hadn’t been uttered since Atlantis fell.
But the power source required something more dangerous:
Blood willingly given by a Parselmouth
Shadowglass harvested from the edge of a Mirror Realm
A drop of ink from a Seer’s death-vision
She provided all three.
With the system live, MERROWGLASS began to pulse—a quiet hum beneath the earth, drawing lines of dark magic across the globe. A chart formed—five locations blinked red. One beneath Hogwarts. One under a forgotten cathedral in Greece. One in a cave saturated with undead energy. Two unregistered. All lethal.
Infiltration Teams – Curse-Breakers & Shadow Unspeakables
Codename: “Silent Mouth, Black Flame”
Petunia could not go alone. These Horcrux sites were not mere hiding places—they were deathtraps, laced with temporal locks, blood magic, and curses designed to devour memory and soul.
So she did what no British Unspeakable had done in decades:
She activated her ICW Shadow Charter and assembled an independent strike team—"Team Sable".
Their profiles:
Cassian Vale, rogue Curse-Breaker exiled from Gringotts after stealing blueprints of goblin vault wards.
Mira Yuen, Egyptian Unspeakable trained in Tomb Logic and Reality-Tear Theory.
Gideon Prewett, on “extended leave” from the Order, but secretly repurposed by Petunia for infiltration work. (He owed her a life-debt after a failed ICW mission in Tangier.)
Their mission: recover, destroy, or contain any Horcruxes located using MERROWGLASS readings—without alerting the Ministry, the Death Eaters, or the Order of the Phoenix.
They went dark for 11 days.
When they returned from Albania, Cassian’s wand had melted. Mira couldn’t remember her name. And Gideon wouldn’t speak, only muttering:
“It screamed when we touched it. Not a spell—something deeper. A soul caged in iron.”
Petunia logged the results, burned the transcript, and sealed the site in prophecy-ink. No one was to go back unless it was to finish the job.
Political Cloaking via House Shafiq & the Wizengamot
Even in the shadows, politics mattered.
Petunia knew the risks of discovery. British magical law forbade even speaking the word "Horcrux" outside of Ministry-sanctioned containment chambers. If the wrong Pureblood bloc discovered her activities, they’d label her a dark practitioner and strip her of her family’s seat.
So she used the ancient, dusty clauses few remembered:
Citing House Shafiq’s Rite of Magical Anomaly Intervention, an old war power from the Goblin Rebellions, she declared all research under “Heritage Protection”.
She quietly voted against several surveillance reforms in the Wizengamot, ensuring her operations stayed off the Ministry's trace grid.
And when the Department of Magical Law Enforcement sniffed too close, she used a forged vision report to suggest the Bulgarian Dark Alchemist Society was plotting a resurrection ritual—and watched as they chased ghosts for weeks.
Status: Mission Progress
3 Horcruxes suspected with high confidence
1 confirmed but left in containment (status: critical danger)
2 locations pending Shadow Team deployment
MERROWGLASS recalibrated monthly
Operation still classified Black Star Priority within the ICW Seer Division
Petunia stood before the Runespine Map.
A seventh mark pulsed faintly now—deep within the Forbidden Forest.
She turned to her scrolls and whispered, not to herself—but to the fragmented reality just beyond:
“You scattered yourself like a god, Tom. But I’ve seen every end. And in all of them—you fall.”