Being back in an ordinary Muggle world after the long weekend at the Quidditch World Cup was an extreme low for the two young students, though it wasn't as bad as it had been during that first week back from school. Both Severus and Lily ended up making potions in his room, that being the only thing even remotely close the magic they were missing.
However, their moping wasn't given enough time to completely settle in, as their letters for the next year of school arrived only a few days after their return, listing the books and garments necessary for their second year of studies.
Fortunately for them, they already owned the books necessary for most of their classes, as their 'extra studies' had ended up pushing both them and the rest of the Marauders into the higher levels of Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, a few Curses and, of course, Potions. There was only the case of Astronomy, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology that they had to prepare for. That, plus the fact that they were beginning to grow a little too big for their robes.
And so, Keith declared that they would all be going to Diagon Alley for the day, much to Tuney's distress. Martha had also decided to join them, though she was still coughing a little bit and her nose was bright red, so they all clambered into the car and headed off.
The journey seemed to take next to no time at all, and they were all in the busy street of the best Wizarding shops in England.
Having never been there before, Tuney ended up gawking at everything she saw, her eyes filled with wonder and awe. It was obvious that she still thought magic delightful, even though her attitude towards it at home spoke otherwise.
Travelling down the familiar street, Lily and Sev pointing to different out different bits and pieces as they went, the young family soon found themselves in Flourish and Blotts, searching for 'The Mysteries of the Skys' by Edward Flemming, 'A Thousand ways to Keep your Herbs and Fungus Healthy' by Phyllida Spore, 'Fantastic Beasts and How to Tame Them' by Newt Scamander, and 'The Origins of the Wand' by Bathilda Bagshot.
As both students were searching upstairs, Petunia decided to have a look at some of the older volumes that had been piled rather precariously on some of the tables.
"How can books be piled like that and not fall down?" she murmured to herself, looking up towards the top of the pile, several feet above her head.
"With magic, of course."
The sudden voice made her jump, and her hip hit the table, making the stacks wobble. She watched them cautiously until they stopped moving, then turned her attention to the source of the voice.
It was a boy, probably not much older than her, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He had light blue eyes, though there seemed to be a bit of blue in them, and he was laughing.
"I knew that!" Tuney proclaimed, "It's just… I don't understand, really."
The boy nodded, "Yeah, me neither." He looked up at the pile, "I've been surrounded by magic my entire life, but I could never understand how it worked."
The eldest Evans child nodded, not wanting to share her background.
"Are you a Squib?" the boy asked, making her frown.
He inclined his head in realisation, "A Muggle then."
Petunia blushed, but the smile never left his face.
"Well, a Squib is someone who's born to at least one magical parent but don't have any magic themselves. They can also see some things that Muggles wouldn't be able to and Magical folk can, like magical objects and creatures. Like me," he finished with a smile.
The young girl frowned, "So… you can't do magic?"
He shook his head, "No. Unfortunately not. But don't tell anyone I said that. It's uh…" he looked around nervously, "It's not exactly a good thing to be like me. Makes it tough to live in the Wizarding world. Luckily though, my parents were very accepting of my 'condition', so I'm mostly home schooled, though I have been to a few Muggle schools."
Tuney's eyes widened, "It's really that bad?"
He nodded, face turning glum.
Suddenly, he shook his head, and he was smiling again, "Anyway, enough of that talk! I've been terribly rude and not introduced myself!" He held out his hand. "My name is Joseph Crealy, though my friends call me Joe."
Petunia took his hand, "Petunia Evans, though everyone calls me Tuney."
Joe made a face, "But that makes you sound like a fish! No! I refuse to call you that!"
She laughed, "Then don't!"
He smiled again, "Of course, Penny. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"The pleasure's all mine, Joe," she replied with a smile, letting go of his hand.
At that moment, the rest of her family (and Sev) turned up, several books tied up with string and browns paper under their arms.
"Ah! There you are Petunia!" her father exclaimed, "We were about to go to the next shop. Madam Malkin's I believe. Would you like to join us, or would you like to explore on your own for a bit?"
"Um, well…" she started, turning to glance at the boy she'd just met.
Martha grinned at her, but remained silent.
Coughing, Joe drew their attention towards him, "I have a proposition for you, Miss Penny."
"How would you like to accompany me on a tour of our fine establishment of Diagon Alley?" he asked, holding his hand out again, the corners of his lips turning up into a small smile.
Looking over at her parents, they nodded at her and proceeded to head towards the door, both Lily and Severus pretending to look sick as they passed.
Ignoring them, she took it, returning his smile, "Joe, I would love to."
The rest of the shopping took a little over two hours, finding the right sized clothes taking slightly longer than anyone had expected, and they all became distracted by the broomsticks they saw in some shop windows. The small essentials, such as note books, quills ink and the like, along with a few extra ingredients for potions, took next to no time to find, and eventually getting distracted by Sugarplum's Sweet Shop.
By the time they had finally bought everything they needed, along with a few things they didn't and some that they thought would prove useful for their 'extra studies', Petunia had returned, carrying a pink, thorn-less rose, her cheeks reflecting the flower's colour.
As soon as she saw it, Martha immediately started badgering her about him, asking what his name was, what he did, how old he was and all the other thing a mother asks her daughters when boys were involved. This, of course, made the young girl blush up to her ears, and everyone has to stifle their laughter to keep her from running off again.
After they'd crammed back in the car again, both Sev and Lily start talking about how excited they are to get back to school, and to everyone's surprise, Petunia remains silent for the whole journey home, content to just stare out of the window and examine the rose the boy had given her that day.
AN - I know it's an unusual angle, but I realised that I haven't given Petunia any love since I started writing this fic, so I thought; I've only put her in bad situations so far. I wonder what would happen if she went to Diagon Alley. This was the outcome!
I hope you guys liked my character, and I hope he doesn't seem too weird. It was fun to write in a new character though, and I might end up bringing in a few more...
As always, book title and authors are fun to create, though some of the authors already exist in the HP world, so I didn't have too much fun there.
I was listening to 'In So Hoher Swebender Wunne' by Helium Vola whilst writing this chapter, just so you know...
I hope to update soon!