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More Important Things	By : twitchelittleferret Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 15268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The world of Harry Potter
belongs to JK Rowling, I'm only borrowing them to take extreme liberties with
them! Okay, here's my take on
Harry's seventh year! (Heaven help me�).
Song credits to ABBA and Shelley Faberes.

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Prologue

Summer 1977

There was something in the air
that night

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you
and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though I never thought that we
could lose

There's no regret

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend, Fernando

Petunia Evans hummed this song as
she peered carefully into the mirror in front of her, expertly applying her
blue shimmer eyeshadow. Her hair was in curlers and her make-up was scattered
over the sink. She frowned at the reflection of the bright orange pantsuit
behind her. She didn't want to wear it but her sister had somehow used that
foul magic of hers to guard her closet and her clothes and therefore made them
inaccessible for this emergency.

What emergency?

Glinda, her good friend, had called
to inform her that Billy Conner would be at the roller rink tonight.

Billy.

She sighed dreamily at the thought
of the object of her crush. His blond hair and baby blue eyes. And that smile!

Petunia tossed down the applicator
in frustration. She always felt a bit clownish when she dolled herself up like
this. She could never get her make up just right like her sister could. Again,
probably that blasted magic. The gift that, through some cosmic joke, was
bestowed upon her sister, not her.

Giving up on the make-up, she left
the bathroom to return to her own room, passing the closed bedroom door of her
sister's on the way. Suddenly, she stopped. Muffled voices could be heard from
the other side of the door, dotted with the giggles of her sister. Petunia's
eyes widened and she burst into the room.

�Petunia!!� Lily cried out as she
and a dark-haired boy with glasses sprang away from each other. �What are you
doing?�

Petunia smirked. �Taking advantage
of the fact that Mum and Dad are away?�

�Get out of my room!� Lily ordered
as she hastily buttoned her blouse.

Petunia leaned against the
doorframe. �Forgot to lock the door,� she sighed. �Too bad you can't do magic
for another week.�

The boy her sister was with
suddenly spoke up. �But I can,� he said as he slowly drew out his wand.

�James, stop it!� Lily scolded as
Petunia eyed him nervously. �Petunia, what do you want?�

�Are you bribing me to forget what
I've seen here?� she asked.

�Come on, Lily, just let me
Obliviate her,� James pleaded jokingly.

�What do you want?� Lily repeated.

�Anything?�

�Anything.�

Petunia's eyes fell on a poster on
her sister's wall. Lily's beloved poster of David Cassidy. �That,� she stated.

�Done,� James answered.

�No, what?!� Lily asked
bewildered.

�He's an ugly git anyway,� James
shrugged. Lily gaped at him for a moment longer before shaking her head in
defeat.

�Fine,� Lily said grudgingly.

Seeing an opportunity, Petunia
pounced again. �And your Vanderbilts,� she added quickly.

�Why you little�� Lily stormed
toward her sister but the boy held her back.

Petunia darted into her sister's
room and grabbed the jeans off of the floor before quickly leaving the room,
slamming the door behind her, leaving her fuming sister and her boyfriend that
had to deal with her.

~*~

Johnny Angel, how I love him.

He's got something I can't
resist,

but he doesn't even know that I
exist.

Johnny Angel, how I want him.

How I tingle when he passes by.

Every time he says
"Hello" my heart begins to fly.

�Oh, wow!� Glinda said as Petunia
walked up to the rink. Glinda was wearing her drab jeans and a yellow halter.
�Where did you get those?�

�Do they look alright on me?�
Petunia asked as she modeled her �new� jeans and blouse.

�You look fabulous!�

Petunia beamed and stepped up to
the rink, immediately spotting the blond head of Billy's. Hanging nearby him
was the resident flake, Molly Bradley. Petunia and Glinda once again dove into
the topic of how tacky it was to have a first and last name that ended in the
same sound.

�She's so tacky,� Petunia sniffed.

�Utterly hopeless,� Glinda
confirmed.

As if knowing the two girls were
talking about her, Molly looked over at them. She muttered something to the
group of girls around her and they burst into giggles. Billy, who had been
privy to whatever Molly had said glanced at Petunia. The world suddenly seemed
to stop as they locked eyes.

�Oh my God! He's coming this way!�
Glinda said, grabbing her friend's arm.

Panic and alarm hit Petunia and
she suddenly wished very much that she could sink into the floor.

�Petunia Evans, right?� he said in
the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. But she suddenly seemed incapable
of speech. Her friend, who was standing next to her, closed her mouth and gave
her friend a sharp nudge.

�Y-yes,� she managed to spit out.

�Right,� Billy smiled sending
butterflies into her stomach. �Well, I was wondering if you were free next
Saturday.�

�She is,� Glinda answered right
away and Billy smiled that smile again.

�Great. There's a new disco in
town and I wanted to check it out. Pick you up at nine?�

�Y-yes,� Petunia stammered out
again.

�Alright then, see you there!�

~*~

�Well, then? What did you say?�
Lily asked eagerly as she sat on her sister's bed.

Petunia groaned and covered her
head in her hands. �I said yes.�

�Well that's great then!�

�No. Yes was the only word I spoke
to him to every question he gave me.�

�Oh. Well did you not want to go?�

�Of course I do!� Petunia bit her
lower lip in uncertainty. �But he's picking me up at nine. How do I get past curfew?�

Lily smiled and waved her wand in
front of her. �Leave that to me.�

So the longest week of Petunia's
life passed so so slowly. At last, Saturday arrived and Lily let her borrow
another one of her dresses.

�You look beautiful,� Lily said as
she tried on a dress.

Petunia turned to look at her
sister. �I know we don't always get along but�thank you.�

Lily looked at her for a long
time. �You're welcome.�

And with her parents so distracted
by whatever Lily had done, Petunia snuck out of the house.

Friday night and the lights are
low

Looking out for the place to go

Where they play the right
music, getting in the swing

You come in to look for a king

Anybody could be that guy

Night is young and the music's
high

With a bit of rock music,
everything is fine

You're in the mood for a dance

And when you get the chance

You are the Dancing Queen,
young and sweet, only seventeen

Dancing Queen, feel the beat
from the tambourine ohh yaaa

You can dance, you can jive,
having the time of your life

Ooo.. see that girl, watch that
scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

�Is this the place?� Petunia asked
as Billy stopped the car by a park.

�No, we're making a little stop
here,� Billy said as he opened his car door. He walked around to her side and
opened her door.

Billy suddenly darted away from
her as someone ran up to her and splashed an entire bucket of water over her,
ruining her hair and dress. There was more laughter from all sides of her as
horse dung was thrown at her.

�Did you really think he wanted to
go out with you, Horseface?� Molly's voice rang out and everyone laughed.
Including Billy.

It was Lily who found her outside
their front porch, high heels broken, dress wet and clinging to her as she
shivered and smelled horrible.

�What happened?� Lily asked
softly.

Petunia collapsed into her
sister's arms. �Don't tell mum,� she sobbed.

Lily sat and cried with her.

~*~

She left a week later for
Hogwarts, a place where Petunia couldn't follow. A place where she didn't
belong and couldn't be with her sister. She had to be brave for her own first
day at school. No doubt, everyone by now had heard of what happened to her that
night.

But from when she walked into the
school doors until she came back home at the end of the day, not a word was
said about the incident. In fact, Billy and Molly were nowhere to be seen.
Glinda had informed her of their fates.

�Oh my God! Molly didn't show up
for school today. Rumor has it that she has come down with a terrible case of
acne. Her face is all spotty. Her parents have taken her to every doctor in
town and no one can help her!�

Petunia was speechless.

�And Billy! Billy didn't come to
school either because he has lost all his hair! Well almost all of it. There's
a bunch of it growing out of his ears!�

�Oh gross,� Petunia wrinkled her
nose.

�I know! He tried to trim it but
it kept growing and growing!�

As soon as Petunia arrived home,
she ran up to her room and shut the door. She went to her desk and began to
write a letter to her sister. A week later, her reply came.

Of course I did it. You
didn't think I would let them get away with what they had done? Anyway, let's
just say I know some people who are really clever with this kind of stuff.

Love, Lily

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Present Day: Summer Before
Seventh Year

Petunia stood at her sink, lost in
reverie as the dishes in front of her soaked untouched in the soapy water. She
lifted her hand and clicked off the oldies station on the radio. A profound
sense of loneliness had settled upon her ever since her nephew had delivered
the news to her.

�Dumbledore is dead,� he had said.

Dumbledore, the powerful wizard
that Lily had spoken so reverently about. The wizard who had made her swear the
night her sister was murdered that she would care for her son.

Petunia despised Harry. He
represented the world that had taken her sister from her, he held a power that
she so coveted. But she always thought that a greater power, Dumbledore, would
always look over him.

But he was gone now.

And now it became very clear to
her that she was alone in this battle. A dangerous and powerful wizard who had
murdered her sister would soon come to finish what he had started. And the
burden of her task was suddenly illuminated. Harry was protected here because
of the bond of blood, her sister's blood that ran inside her nephew and ran
inside her own. But that protection would end at her nephew's seventeenth
birthday, only a few weeks away. And Petunia was frightened, afraid suddenly
that the boy would not make it on his own after that. Lily gave her own life
for her son, it was Petunia's job to watch over him. At the time her sister
needed her the most, Petunia had failed her in the worst way. And now the boy
would die, taking the last of her sister with him.

Petunia gripped the edged of the
sink and let out a loud sob. She cried for her sister and for her failure to
protect her only son. She sank to the kitchen floor and let her body shake with
her sobs. She didn't care, she was alone in the house. Vernon and Dudley were
not at home and her nephew was holed up in his room upstairs. So she cried and
cried and cried.

But she was not alone.

Harry wasn't in his room. He was
sitting against the wall in the hallway, hidden from sight, listening.

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Song credits to ABBA and Shelley Faberes.
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