the_debt_of_time

"Grew up here?" Petunia gaped at Mia. "So, it's just you here, then? That big house
all to yourself?"
Mia could tell by the tone of voice that the woman was trying to be polite now that
she was aware the Potters had money. "Oh no, I moved to London." She then pointed to
Sirius and Remus standing beside James, pouring drinks for one another. "I live with those
two handsome men."
Petunia blushed furiously, looking scandalised. "You live with two men?"
Mia grinned, half tempted to tell her, in detail, what she and those two men had
done right here in this very orchard. The particular shade of red on Petunia's face was
intriguing, to say the least, but nowhere near as amusing as the purple that Vernon was
turning as he muttered, "shameful" and "scandalous" under his breath.
"Does your... kind always drink so much?" Vernon asked, glaring across the floor
at the three wizards who had their hands raised in a toast.
Instead of answering his question, Mia waved her wand in front of the ungrateful
Muggles, refilling their glasses with champagne. "Care to toast to the lovely couple?"
"I would never," Petunia answered harshly. "We're trying to start a family," she
announced, placing a hand on her stomach as though she were already with child.
Mia raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "How wonderful," she said, lying through
her teeth as she remembered stories from Harry about his bully of a cousin. "Then I should
toast to you, Petunia. To new life. May our joined families ever increase."
"Let's hope not," Vernon mumbled under his breath.
"Beg your pardon?" Mia challenged.
The large man leant forward and glared his small, beady eyes at Mia. "I said,
let's hope not. There's enough of you people in our world as it is. I would be horrified to
discover that they're―" He looked at Lily and James, who were beaming at one another.
"—breeding."
Memories from her original childhood came flooding back to her. Harry and his
hand-me-down clothes. Ron telling Hermione about the bars on Harry's bedroom window.
The numerous birthday cakes Harry received over the summer that kept him fed when the
Dursleys decided to starve him. The locks on the doors, the threats, and the mockery of
birthday and Christmas gifts.
The cupboard.