At 4:30 that afternoon Felicia knocked on the door of #4 Privet Drive.
Petunia opened the door expecting to see someone obviously from the magical world and instead she found a woman dressed neatly in a dress that while slightly behind current fashion was still current enough to be unremarkable. "Can I help you?"
"Mrs Dursley? I'm Felicia Corner. Stephen Corner's wife, he sent me here in his stead to do some trial preparation and just to chat. I work for the firm as well and I'm on Harry's magical trustee board."
"Come in, I guess I was expecting someone more obviously magical."
"I'm what they call muggle born."
"Like my sister then?"
"Exactly so." Felicia looked around her. The house was very tidy not particularly large but of a size that would be comfortable for four to five people. There were photographs on the walls, most seemed to be of Mrs. Dursley and two stocky blonds, although there were a few with Harry in them. "You have a lovely home."
"Thank you. How do you take your tea?"
"Lemon and one lump. Shall we get started?" At Petunia Dursley's nod she asked, "When did you first meet Albus Dumbledore?"
"When he came and informed myself and Vernon we were not allowed to move away from here until the wards fell when Harry was seventeen, on the very day we planned to move. Harry would have been three then."
"Wait, you mean you didn't meet him when he brought Harry to you and a toddler?"
"No he left Harry on the doorstep like a bottle of milk in November. Can you imagine?. I'm surprised Harry didn't develop pneumonia. The stress of losing his family and then getting cold like that."
Felicia worked her way through the questions and worked herself into a towering rage. She and Petunia actually hit it off something about Petunia could see her outrage about what had been inflicted on Petunia and her family by Dumbledore. When they got to the part about the infertility and the bind on Harry's magic, Felicia's tea cup shattered.
"Oh I'm so sorry, it's just I'm so furious at what that man has done to you. I understand your not liking magic, in your shoes I would probably hate it and anyone associated with it, but do you mind if I fix this?"
Petunia hesitated but the shattered cup was part of a tea service from her grandmother. "Go ahead."
Felicia pulled her wand and waved it " Reparo. That's simply monstrous. Doesn't he… probably not. I am so sorry that he has done this to you, no one should ever make that sort of decision for someone else without consulting them first, how dare he take your right to have more children away from you, and then not to even care enough to get the name of your son correct. It's probably just as well he's behind anti apparition wards or I'd be tempted to hex him to death and land myself in Azkaban."
Felicia got through the questions Stephen had given her and a few she had come up with on her own. She was thinking if she had any others when the older of the two blonds from the photographs came in. Petunia introduced him as her husband Vernon.
"Very nice to meet you. Felicia Corner did you say?" He tried to figure out where he had heard that name.
"Yes."
"I didn't see your car outside."
"You wouldn't I apparated here."
He got a shocked look on his face.
"Yes Vernon, Felicia is a witch. Her husband is Harry's solicitor."
Felicia nearly chuckled.
"You look very normal for someone from that lot. Pet, my tea?"
"On the counter in the kitchen, the thermos is next to the fridge. You may have the scone on the plate along with the watercress sandwich that is in the fridge, but that's all. Dinner will be in an hour and a half."
"On that note Mrs. Dursley I'll bid you good evening. You've given us lots to work with and more questions to figure out answers to. Thank you for the tea. Do you mind if I use your back yard to leave?"
"Go ahead. It was very nice meeting you Felicia. Perhaps we could do this again."
"I'd like that."
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