daughter of lady magic

Petunia had grown up seeing magic ever since Lily was four. It was a wonder, seeing that. Petunia was mesmerised and had wanted it ever since. It ignited something within her; those magical moments' sheer wonder and enchantment stayed with Petunia.

But she had not been blessed by the magic. She tried everything she could to do magic; she tried to jump off a second floor, concentrating hard enough to make the plates arrange themselves, but nothing worked.

The Evans household was already stifling, but it reached an intolerable level when Lily received her invitation to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while Petunia remained unable to perform magic. Her parents regarded her with a smirk that seemed to justify their preference for Lily over her.

Petunia cried the day her parents and Lily celebrated it, but she got through that. Outside of her home, she had other things to do: fencing, croquet, horse riding, and ice skating. It was something that her parents couldn't take away.

Then Lily needed to buy new robes from a high-end modiste and new books that cost Petunia's horse riding lessons for eight months. She was so close to participating in a tournament, but it went to drain because of Lily's expenses.

She worked hard to attend college in London, saving every last money she had from working in the summer to afford a small flat. She graduated and worked as a secretary before opening her own store.

Despite her age, she was still amazed by the magic. It had been a lifelong fascination, and as she looked at it now, she realised it was far more incredible than she had ever imagined as a little girl.

"Do you know about it, nonna?" Luca still paced the solar, looking nervously at her and his grandma sitting on the settee. "I was thinking about Veela, but—"

"Calm yourself, mimmo." Luca's grandmother, Bianca, said, waving her hand while taking Petunia's hair in another. "I had never seen it before, but I was most certain your girlfriend was not a Veela."

Petunia looked at them in confusion. "What's Veela?"

"Veela were human-like magical beings who appeared as young, beautiful women with white-gold hair and moon-bright skin, and looking at you, I can understand my grandson's confusion," Bianca said.

Petunia pursed her lips. Her appearance now was quite fitting of what Bianca said, but Petunia's was golden shot with silver instead of white-gold hair. Petunia knew she wasn't ugly before this, but it was a new level of beauty. She looked ethereal.

"Do you know what I am, then?" She asked, fidgeting.

Bianca looked at her, thinking hard, before turning to Luca. "We had to call our vault manager from Gringotts and possibly Lucius Malfoy."

Petunia had heard about the name Malfoy before in passing while Lily was in her second year. But judging from her tone back then, Lily seemed to dislike this Malfoy.

"Good, okay, call Lucius and Crelk, got it," Luca mumbled before walking to the living room, leaving Petunia alone in his grandmother's solar.

"It's okay," Bianca said, taking her hands and stroking them gently. "It won't take long."

For the first time, Petunia wanted to believe her.

Lucius Malfoy was having a bad day. There was a problem at the ministry, and there was a problem with the Wizengamot. And then there was a problem at home.

His son, who had not even turned two yet, had been crying nonstop since yesterday. Lucius had put him inside his and Narcissa's chamber to calm him as soon as he agitated.

It made him wide awake until the first light, but he knew it was better than sorry. He would not take the chance. He refused to.

Then Luca Zabini showed up at his house unannounced, looking befuddled.

"To what I owe this pleasure, Zabini?" He asked from his desk, tapping the table. He would have to strengthen the ward.

"My grandmother requests your presence, Lucius," Luca said, pacing the room. "It was quite serious."

Lucius stood up from his chair, looking at Luca with amusement. "I assume you got into a problem again?"

He avoided his gaze.

So it was true.

"If Madame Zabini needed me, who am I to deny her?" He took his walking stick before calling Dobby to inform Narcissa of his departure.

Luca almost hugged him before restraining himself and stepping into the fireplace first.

He threw a pinch of floo powder to the floor, shouting Zabini Mansion and letting the green flame consume him.

He stepped out of the fireplace with ease, dusting off the ashes and led by Luca to Madame Zabini's solar.

There were people inside; whatever this was, it might be severe. He knew Madame Zabini was not someone who was fond of people's presence in her solar.

When Luca opened the door, Lucius saw a woman sitting close to Madam Zabini on the settee while a goblin took a parchment and a bloodied knife.

The woman was younger than Lucius or even Narcissa. Her hair was a stunning blend of molten gold and silver strands; as she turned, Lucius was spellbound by the deep blue hue of her eyes; it felt like they were swallowing him whole.

Without him realising it, Lucius strode towards the woman with a steadfast gaze, seemingly oblivious to Luca's urgent call and Madame Zabini's curious look. He knelt before her like a chivalrous knight before a princess, addressing her with the longing in his voice, calling her "My Lady."

Petunia looked over the kneeling man before her and turned to Beatrice. Beside her, the matriarch just smiled knowingly.

"Lucius," Bianca said, extending her hand.

As if doused by cold water, the man—whom Petunia assumed was Lucius Malfoy—stood up and blinked. His hands were shaking.

"Madame Zabini," He called before took Bianca's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Bianca hummed as Luca walked behind Petunia and squeezed her shoulder gently. "Seeing you like this, is it safe to assume that Petunia is what I think she is?"

Lucius looked at Petunia with trembling lips, and all of a sudden, Petunia felt his weariness. "I was almost positive. By Salazar, it was the first time I saw another High Elf beside my ancestor."

Petunia darted her eyes between Lucius and Bianca. "Am I in the same category as a house-elf? Not even a human, then?"

The first time Petunia arrived in Zabini Manor, she was greeted by some—creature, two feet tall with spindly arms and legs, oversized heads and eyes. This creature had pointed, bat-like ears and high, squeaky voices. It terrified Petunia.

Luca told her this creature was called house-elf, something similar to a servant of a wizarding household. If, by chance, Petunia was another category of house-elf, maybe running away to another continent wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"Oh, no, no, dear." Bianca took her hand and gave it a light pat. "I'm sorry to startle you like that. We should know when Crelk finished his job."

Crelk was a goblin from Gringotts, and he, too, terrified Petunia greatly.

Not even a second after Bianca told her that, Crelk walked to them with confusion on his face.

"Forgive me, Madame Zabini." Crelk started. "I believe you should see this."

Crelk gave Bianca the parchment that had been bloodied by Petunia's blood, and out of curiosity, Petunia peeked over.

Name

████████ (True Name)

Petunia Rhiannon Evans (Adopted Name)

Race

██████ █████████ ███ █████ ████████ ██ ████████

Parents

█████████

████████ ██ ███ ███████ ████ ██ ███████ ████ ██ ███ ██████████ (Biological Mother, Alive)

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████ ██ ███████████ ████ ██ ███ ██████████ ████ ██ ███ ██████ █████ ████ ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ ███████ (Biological Father, Alive)

Violet Clarrisa Evans (Adopted Mother, Alive)

Edmund Collin Evans (Adopted Father, Alive)

Siblings

█████████

████ ██ ███████████ ████ ██ █████████ (Biological Sister, Alive)

Lily Jane Potter (Adopted Sister, Alive)

Place of Birth

████████ Fourth of April, ████

Date of Adopted

London, Sixth of May, 1959

Status of Adoptee

Adopted Illegally

Enchantments on Requester:

Memory Block (Performed Illegally by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore)

Magical Block (Performed Illegally by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore)

"Albus Dumbledore? The Hogwarts' headmaster?" Petunia asked. "But why would he put memory and magical block on me?"

"You aren't curious about your parents?" Luca asked her. "I mean, knowing you were adopted and all."

She shrugged, her eyes still fixated on the paper. "I had a hunch ever since I was fifteen. Parents played favourites, so I never questioned it. Moreover, I had a birth certificate and looked like my late grandma, so I ruled it out."

"We had more pressing matter than whether you adopted or not, Petunia," Bianca said, pointing to the blocked letter on the parchment. "We still yet to know your true name or where your biological parents were."

"Has Dumbledore possibly had a hand in this?" Luca asked.

Lucius Malfoy shook his head. "He couldn't possibly have intervened with this. Inheritance test couldn't be diluted with other people's magic."

Petunia never had to take this test before, so she was just as puzzled as them. On the one hand, she now knew why her parents treated her the way they did, but on the other hand, Petunia didn't know what to make of it.

"If I may, Madame Zabini," Crelk said, extending his hand and pointing to Race. "As far as I know, this section usually said Species, not Race. Race is usually preserved for demi-humans, and considering Lady Petunia's biological family had quite a long title in their names, they might not even be from this place."

"Title?" Petunia found herself asking.

"Yes," Crelk nodded, pointing to longer blocked letters under her biological parents' names. "If we take an inheritance test from anyone besides you, my Lady, we would find a title under their parents' name."

"Mine would say Abraxas Malfoy, Lord of Mysthill and Elleanor Malfoy, Lady of Mysthill." Lucius Malfoy said. "The title is usually just a short description, never this long."

Last night, she was just Petunia Evans, the boring and normal woman. This morning, she found out her boyfriend was yet another wizard; she wasn't even a human at this point, and she could possibly be from another place altogether.

"Okay, I need something stronger than whisky before I can wrap my head around this."

After four bottles of firewhisky, Petunia finally came to a conclusion.

"Essentially, you and Lucius suspected me to be this High Elf?" Petunia massaged her forehead. "But why?"

Bianca nodded as she fixed her shawl. "I have seen Lucius' ancestor before, so when I saw you this morning, my mind just wandered there."

"But how?" She turned to Lucius. "I know he suddenly called me My Lady, but that doesn't mean anything, right?"

"It does mean something." Lucius straightened his back. "I have never done that before."

Luca looked at him weirdly, Lucius coughed. "The first time I saw you, something―boiled in my blood. Longing, despair, happiness. It was something I never experienced before, mixed in the cauldron."

"And Dumbledore had a hand in this," Luca concluded. "One way or another."

Lucius nodded. "We didn't know how and why he put memory and magical block on Petunia, but we will find it."

"And from what Crelk said, the block that oaf put in you wasn't something permanent," Bianca said. "It needs to be performed regularly. That meant your adopted family might know something. You said your sister was in Hogwarts, no?"

Petunia nodded, fiddling with her thumbs. "Yes―Lily Evans. You might have heard of her."

"Ah yes, the fiery redhead Gryffindor," Lucius said, shaking his glass of firewhisky. "I remember I took so many points from her for breaking the rules."

"If it any consolation, she didn't like you either."

"Fair enough."

"So, what do we do now?"

Lucius drank the whisky in one go, putting the glass on the table. The solar was eerily quiet ever since Crelk left.

"I will write a letter to my Ancestor," Lucius said as he rose. "You and Luca could come to the Manor tomorrow; I will put everything my ancestor ever wrote for you. Who knows, you might understand it."

Petunia had been quiet ever since Lucius left.

It had to be such a shock for her, knowing something she knew all her life was a lie. Slowly, Luca went behind her and kissed on top of her head.

"You okay, love?"

Petunia leaned on his chest, took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "Mostly."

He engulfed her body, taking in her warmth. "It's okay, I will be here. I might not understand most of it, but if you ever need someone to listen or rant to, I'm here."

"It just―" She took a sharp breath. "I don't know what to make of it."

Luca put his chin on her shoulder, letting her talk. "Is it bad if I'm kind―of happy when I knew that Mo―Violet and Edmund weren't my parents? All my life, I always ask if it was something I did as a child to make them dislike me like that."

"Do you want an honest answer or my opinion?" He asked.

"Honest answer, please. I need another perspective."

"Honestly, it didn't make you a bad person to feel that way." Luca shrugged. "It just showed you the problem was them all along, not you, never you."

"And if I found my real parents and they turned out to be like Violet and Edmund?" She turned to him, unshed tears threatened to fall. "What do I do then?"

"Then just be happy." Luca kissed her tears. "Just be happy for yourself, love. Be happy and laugh for yourself; you don't need someone who would treat you less in favour of another. If they turned out to be just the Evanses, we should throw a party. We will have such a grand party as a fuck you to their faces."

Petunia gasped, holding to her chest. "Oh, my, such language?"

He laughed and pulled her into the bed. "So just you know, nonna threw a mean party. Just say the word, and she will make the sun hide in shame when they face you."

Petunia laughed; although her appearance changed, her laugh was still uniquely hers. It was one of many things that made Luca fall in love with her.

"Thank you." said in whispers.

When Petunia fell asleep, the stars started to fade as if she was the reason they ever needed to show up.

Luca fell asleep beside her, feeling her soft breath on his neck.