Petunia, with her blonde hair and subtly green eyes, was truly ordinary. She was ordinary in her spite, in her distaste for all things magical, in her love for Vernon. Petunia Evans-soon-to-be-Dursley was ordinary in the worst of ways —she was an ordinary hateful woman and she was unashamed of such a thing. This, however, was the Petunia then.
The Petunia now was really rather extraordinary.
You see, after a small knock to the head, something was shaken loose in Petunia’s mind. Knowledge she had no right to know —knowledge even Seers would be unable to divine. Petunia Evans-soon-to-be-Dursley sat in hospital and let every wrong deed of her life wash over her —and the list was rather long— before she realized she was no longer in her own world. No. Petunia now was a distinctly new soul.
And thus, when the pudgy, older man that Petunia loved came in to hold her hand, all she could muster was a hissed, “Dursley.”
Petunia Evans decided then and there she would not be sticking around to live an ordinary life with such an ordinary man in such an extraordinary world. The truth of it is that Petunia now was less excited for magic than she was simply knowing what came next.
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It took a force of will for Petunia to school her face as a shocked Vernon approached her, “Darling? Are you all right?”
Petunia needed time to plan for what she knew. What was a single day with Vernon Dursley while she recovered?
“Oh, sorry, dear,” She sighed, “Today has just taken so much out of me. Can’t you take me home?”
“Of course, of course,” Vernon pat Petunia's hand and gave her shoulder a squeeze, “As soon as the doctor clears you, we’ll set right out.”
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Petunia Evans-not-to-be-Dursley made a single, devastating decision. After 48 hours of thinking, and pacing, and jotting down lists, Petunia pulled together every pound she had and prepared to leave.
With an emergency passport in hand and a ticket to the states, Petunia left Vernon Dursley a letter — tucked within which was Vernon’s Grandmother’s engagement ring.
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Dearest Vernon,
My horrible sister has done something and I must leave. It is nothing to do with you, and everything to do with her. She has put me in grave danger. I do not know when I shall return.
Do not wait for me.
Your darling,
Petunia