Cat's out the bag! (Or..Tuna's out the can?)
Petunia stared at her sister, unimpressed. Severus may not hold any feelings for her anymore, but he still puts a fair amount of faith in her, but Petunia knew all along that her sister would definitely not stop poking around their business.
Petunia knew Severus wouldn’t like anyone finding out about them just yet, he had explained why. Initially, it was because death eaters kept scouting him to join them and then because he had killed their cult leader. If they found out that their number one enemy was married to a muggle, there was a high chance they would forget everything else and focus on them. Dumbledore too had come to take advantage of this so she knew how true those words were.
However, there is no getting out of this, either she tells Lily the truth or the woman will stop at nothing till she finds out and that…could attract the attention of the wrong people.
“I live here, this is my home. Now, why are you here?”
“W-what? Tuney….you and Sev..together?”
Petunia smirked, “Yes, I am his promise and he is mine.” She slowly lifted her hand to show the promise ring on her finger.
“B-but why? How? You two never saw eye to eye! You hated where he was from!”
“It just happened, not that it is any of your business. You aren’t friends anymore remember?”
“You are still my sister!”
“Not by choice!” Petunia snapped at Lily
Lily was stunned by what Petunia said. She knew they had their differences, but she didn’t think they had grown to the point that Petunia didn’t even want her as a sister anymore.
“I don’t understand, you hated me because I had magic…but now you are with Sev now , so there shouldn’t be any more problems right? It's not like can be with Sev and still hate magic.”
This was true, Petunia no longer hated magic. This was because Severus had never made her feel lesser for not having magic and showed her that she could be a part of his world without having it. He had even killed the man who led the group of people who believed she was lesser for not having magic.
Life had taught her to envy magic, Severus taught her to love it.
“Magic was the reason I disliked you then, I have more than enough reasons to hate you now.” Petunia leered at Lily.
Lily looked hurt and confused, Petunia continued- “If you really can't think of anything after all this time apart then we have absolutely nothing to discuss. Get out, don’t bother me or Severus and STOP CALLING US WITH THOSE NAMES.”
Petunia slammed the door shut and pressed her back against the door, she waited as she heard Lily walk away. Once she couldn’t hear her anymore she let out a huff and walked back to the kitchen. She was about to continue with her share of the housework when a small note stuck to the stove caught her eye. She picked it up, wondering what exactly Sev wanted to remind her of, nothing came to mind.
Don’t shed those precious tears,
Jealousy feels unlike you, dear.
Your warmth, like spring’s soft breeze,
Makes my heart sing with ease.
I once lacked certain pieces, it’s true—
But like Theseus, you made me anew.
You have nothing, love, to fear;
I’ll always want you near.
Petunia’s eyes teared up as a gentle smile appeared on her lips, she gently folded the note and put it in her pocket, a mental reminder to add it to her collection of similar notes.
While Petunia returned to her routine miles away, Severus was reminded why he hated venturing out in the wizarding world.
Despite the war that had ravaged the wizarding world for the past few years, Diagon Alley was bustling with life. Severus hated it. The inane task of acquiring ingredients for his experiments always took longer because he had to deal with other people, especially now that he was famous. He shuddered in disgust at the word.
He was in flourish and blots now, planning to replenish his stock of quills and parchment, he had gotten used to using quills and muggle pens simply didn’t feel right anymore.
“Oi, is that Snivellous?
The familiar voice brought out unpleasant thoughts and the subconscious reaction of taking out his wand and pointing it at the offending party.
“Pottah”
There, James Potter stood arrogantly. He didn’t even bother to take his wand out, Sirius Black stood beside him
If they were still in Hogwarts, James would have disarmed him while he was fishing out his wand. Not that it would work anymore, but it looks like the good life has done no favours for the man’s survival instincts.
“Careful where you point that thing Sniv, we are aurors now.” Sirius smirked at him.
“And I am the man who killed the Dark Lord that almost took over the ministry. What exactly do you think anyone can do to me? Or were you planning to go cry to Dumbledore again? Have him take some points off?”
James and Sirius frowned and finally took out their wands, “It seems old sniv has forgotten his place. James spat. “What do you say we remind him Prongs? Perhaps take his pants off again? That would make a wonderful photo for the Prophet eh?” Sirius’s eyes looked like that of a predator eying his prey.
Pity, he didn’t realize that the roles have long since been flipped.
Severus decided that it would be best to avoid trouble, the last thing he wanted was both death eaters and ministry on his trail. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to let them get away. What he needed was justification. A provocation should help him sway things in his favour.
‘Let them strike first, A little humiliation won't hurt them, but it will serve me.’
“You sure you should be loitering around here? No wonder your Fiancé has been coming to seek me out. Perhaps all that blustering you do is to compensate for something after all. Severus smirked.
James could no longer resist and cast the first spell, an Expeliarmus. Severus had hoped for something…more. Potter though now a man, still seemed like the same child he despised. No growth.
Sirius as always, shouted the name of one spell but had cast another, a skill unique to the black family. A dark spell, the flesh rotting curse. ‘So much for not using dark magic, eh, lily?’
Severus deflected both spells with ease, he no longer needs to use his wand he only does so because it feels familiar. Both spells hit the part of the ceiling right above each other heads and 2 chunks of said ceiling fell and hit their heads. James and Sirius fainted from the hit to their head.
‘Poetic Justice, served by gravity.’
Severus looked at the crowd of spectators that had gathered, he swiftly and silently cast a Protego on himself as he scanned the crowd.
He hoped with all his might no journalist was among them. The attention was already unbearable. He swiftly grabbed what he needed, threw the appropriate number of galleons at the counter and disapparated away.