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Deep Roots	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Cruel Irony
Later that day, Alyssa told herself she would allow for the indulgence of a
rental car. No more damn trains, she swore. It was an unholy mess that
took an IQ of 180 just to translate the madness that was the scheduling system,
not to mention trying to traverse the London Underground. With that thought in
mind as she arrived in Guildford, Alyssa checked into the nearest Jurys Inn and
hunted up a car rental. By the time she made it to Little Whinging though, far southwest of where she had started her morning, Alyssa was keyed up
and battling a swarm of butterflies in her belly, some of which were from trying
to navigate while driving on the wrong side of the car in the wrong side of the
road. As she pulled in front of the house with the tidy postage stamp sized
yard, she allowed herself ten shaky breaths before she yanked open the door and
hurried up to the house to ring the bell before she lost her nerve.
She scarcely contained herself from hopping up and down on the front stoop
when she heard footsteps approaching. Her first impression of the woman who
opened the door was to thank all that was holy that her own nose was not nearly
as pointy. The lady's nose was only accentuated by a pointy chin and reminded
Alyssa sharply of a horse. "Well?" clipped the woman as she stood
framed in the doorway wearing rubber gloves and an apron over her dress.
"Uh, hi," stammered Alyssa, suddenly nervous all over again.
"Are you Petunia Evans--I mean, Dursley?"
"And who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Alyssa Newland. I've been trying to find my birth family and
uh--well...I found an article in the paper back home--in Georgia that
is--that... I think I might be your sister."
The woman, presumably Petunia since she didn't deny it, looked aghast for a
moment before finally stepping aside. "Come in...Alyssa...you said?"
"Yes, thank you."
"That was my sister's name." Petunia said, peeling off her gloves
as she ushered Alyssa into the living room. She seated herself on a horrendous
flowered chair that practically screamed Laura Ashley.
At that point, the front door opened as a scrawny teen popped in and
sauntered upstairs, barely glancing over at the two women seating in the room
flanking the stairs.
"Well, that was my first clue actually. I found an article in an old
newspaper telling about how your--I guess maybe our--family searched for a
missing baby after the parents were killed and it mentioned that her name was
Alyssa. Now, I was actually found in a hospital waiting room not far from where
the crash was, and they called me Alyssa because it was on a bracelet I was
wearing at the time. So... if nothing else, I'd at least like to take a test to
see if maybe you are my... birth family. I mean, I'd be willing to cover the
cost and everything..."
"Well, I suppose it would do me no harm to help you out," Petunia
replied, her lips pursed as if she were weighing the cons nonetheless.

"Good, thanks. I'll see if I can find a place here to set up an
appointment for the test, and then I'll be back in touch."
Alyssa glanced up at that moment to see the teen who stopped in earlier
sitting on the upper portion of the stairs, with his mouth hanging open in
shock. Apparently, he was astounded at this revelation as well.
"How in the world did you happen to find out about us?" said
Petunia, fidgeting with the eyelet detail on her apron. "That is, not that
I mind you showing up at our door unannounced, but how did you know where we
live?"
Catty little minx aren't we? thought Alyssa. Do I want to be
related to her? "Oh well, that was easier than I expected. The article
mentioned that the Evanses had lived in Newcastle near an old mill, and I found
Ridley Mill and a couple old ladies who remembered the family. They sent me to a
guy named Snape they said you knew as kids."
"Snape?!" said Petunia. Alyssa noticed there was an echoing
hiss from the stairs.
"So you remember him... Yeah, he was pretty strange, but he did tell me
where to find you guys. Probably needs to get out more though."
"Of course I remember him," replied Petunia in a low voice. She
tried for a grin that came out as more of a grimace. "He was more my
sister's friend rather than mine."
"Ah, yeah." What the heck is the story here? "I did another
search to see if I could find you and Lily before I left home. The only thing I
could turn up there was that she had died. I'm sorry."
"Oh it's nothing, really," she said with a tight smile. "As it
happens, we weren't all that close."
Minutes later Alyssa sighed deeply in relief as she settled into the car
again. The details of the uncomfortable conversation kept flowing through her
mind. It seemed her newly found sister, if indeed that's what she was, had some
interesting family dynamics. In fact, their conversation had only gotten more
tense the more Alyssa had tried to suss out who the Evanses were. Do I really
want to get into this? she thought, not for the first time that day. But she
had to know, at least to be familiar with where she came from; she needed that
sense of closure if nothing else.
She opened her eyes again only to groan inwardly at the pamphlet that had
been stuck on her car while she was in the house. It was acid green and folded
so the front faced her. Unable to believe her eyes at the question posed on the
front, she hopped out and snatched it out from under the wiper blade so she
could read it properly. Sure enough, the words emblazoned across the front said:
"Want to know who your family is?" and below it were the name of a Dr.
M. Fletcher and an address right there in Little Whinging. Alyssa sat perusing
the brochure which stated that the doctor's service provided immediate results
and that walk-ins were welcome. "Un-freaking-believable," she said
aloud. "That is all too ironic."
Hopping back out of the car, she raced back up the steps to ask Petunia what
her plans were for the next day. It was high time to get some answers, she
decided.
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The next morning found Alyssa and the entire Dursley family waiting in a
cramped, dingy waiting room downtown. Even Harry, the shaggy-haired teen who
turned out to be Lily's orphaned son, was there propped against a wall shooting
periodic glances over at Alyssa as if she had just dropped in from another
planet. Might was well have, she thought, tapping the pamphlet against
her palm as the receptionist filled out the necessary paperwork. She was not
quite sure what to think about the office in which she found herself; at worst
she had been expecting tacky wallpaper borders, brass lamps and outdated copies
of Kiplinger's and Time. Maybe things were different in Britain,
but as she glanced back at the pink-haired receptionist she could not help but
think that something seemed seriously off. The place smacked of a fly-by-night
business, and she wondered briefly if she should have dug up the British version
of the Better Business Bureau--whatever that might be. Even as she thought this,
the receptionist looked up at the two waiting women. Alyssa could swear the girl
had violet colored eyes. Weird contacts.
"Alright, then, everything's set," she said. "If you'll step
back through this door, and through the one at the end of the hall, Doctor
Fletcher will be right with you." And then, in a strange display of
familiarity, she winked at Harry of all people. "Wotcher!"
Harry smiled at her, then looked at his aunt Petunia and shrugged. Petunia on
the other hand, began to look as suspicious as Alyssa felt. But before she could
say anything to question what they were doing, Petunia was down the hall and
through the door at the end. Alyssa caught up with her, just in time to meet the
doctor. A squat, bowlegged man in a lab coat with straggly red hair and bulging
eyes. As they entered, he was sipping from a Styrofoam cup which he quickly put
down to clasp hands with the two women.
"Please to meet you ladies," he said in a big gruff voice that did
not at all match his small stature. "If you'll both please have a seat,
we'll get right to this. I need you both to look right here..." He pulled
out a long thin piece of polished wood from his pocket and pointed it at them
both in turn. "Obliviate!" was the last thing they heard before
the world went fuzzy and dim. "Confirma genuseris," he
continued, tapping each woman in turn while their vision was still unfocused. A
small light rose from each of them, joining over their heads between them where
it turned bright gold and shot off sparks before dissipating completely.
At that moment, the receptionist popped her head in the door. "Wotcher!
How'd it go then?"

"It's positive," he replied, sparing her a glance as Petunia and
Alyssa blinked rapidly and looked around.

"Sorry?" said Petunia.

"There, you're feeling better ladies," he replied smiling. "I
suppose the blood made you a bit peaky, but it's all done and congratulations.
You are sisters. Of course it is about 99% effective, this test, but we will
send the samples off to our laboratory for further review. You should receive
confirmation within 7-10 days."

Still shaking their heads to rid themselves of the tunnel vision, Petunia and
Alyssa stepped silently back down the hall to their awaiting family still trying
to digest what they had discovered. As soon as they had left, the red-haired man
took another swig from his cup and glared at the receptionist. "Don't think
you could have kept your nose out for a bit longer, eh Nymphadora?"

"Oh come of it, Moody, I was dying to know how it went. They were still
Obliviated."

"And starting to come out of it, too! Anyway, what's done is done, let's
just get to Dumbledore and see what's next on the docket. She'll have to be
protected as well now, and furthermore, she'll have to be told."

Without sparing each other another glance, they both blinked out of the
office only to appear miles away in front of a set of iron gates.
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Confirma genuseris-- roughly, 'confirm parentage'
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