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trans Narcissa, who’s spent her whole life trying to make herself smaller and “palatable” so she can be one of “the goods,” meets deeply repressed lesbian Petunia, who’s spent the majority of her life attempting to be the most normal average White English woman in the country, meeting at platform 9¾ while dropping off Scorpius and Daisy Dursley off for school…
having Narcissa/Petunia thoughts today. Imagine if for whatever reason Vernon couldn’t come to pick Harry up from train station after his first year and they met? Two woman who spent their formative years forgotten?(Petunia by parents who favored their witch daughter, Narcissa by parents who yearned for a son) neither know that the graceful woman they met at the platform is someone they should under normal circumstances hate. They met again next September on the platform, and agree to correspond. They talk through letters for months, Petunia just thinks that Narcissa doesn’t like talking on the phone. They start to relate to each other, to fall into love. Their ship name is Bitterdaffodil(Narcissus is the latin name for the daffodil flower. Petunia’s symbolize bitterness). And imagine the how they’d both react when they find out what the other is.
Am I the only one interested?
petunia and narcissa couldve been lesbians if not for Politics 😿
i personally choose to believe they met up at platform 9 3/4 while dropping off misc muggleborn dursley granddaughter and scorpius and had a tremendous affair in their 60s.
HP rarepairs ship battle
Round 1
Petunia Evans Dursley/Narcissa Black Malfoy
Harry Potter/Colin Creevey
Submitted Propaganda
Petunia Evans Dursley/Narcissa Black Malfoy
They are like two sides of the same coin
bitchy high strung traditionalist house wife's that dote on their kid and were both raised in a very hetero atmosphere and hate each other purely for who they are? the OPPORTUNITY FROM THAT!!! the people that like the idea of dudley having a magical kid should get it. they meet by being grandparents to kids at hogwarts at the same time. both so so hated by the wizarding world that they end up finding comfort in each other
Prompt: March 10th — Petunias
For @sapphicmicrofics
Pairing: Petunia/Narcissa
Wordcount: 350
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The gloom of night had fallen over Privet Drive, and one lone woman was awake; Petunia Dursley stared out her bedroom window, awaiting the arrival of her mistress. Her husband was away on a work trip, her nephew at Boarding school, and her son staying at a friend’s house. She had the house to herself.
The click of Apparition announced Narcissa’s arrival. With her pointed hat and high collared victorian dress, it was clear that she didn’t belong here. But it was the witching hour, wasn’t it? Petunia hastened downstairs and to the front door. She opened it, and Narcissa was standing right there, clearly about to knock. Petunia didn’t think she understood the concept of a doorbell, but really that was neither here nor there.
Narcissa wasn’t simply pretty, no, she was gorgeous. A woman in her mid thirties, she had an aquiline nose, cheekbones sharp enough to kill, and highly arched eyebrows. Her face had a haughtiness to it, but that appeared to just be her resting expression. Her dirty blond hair fell to her waist. She was holding a bouquet of fragrant Petunias, held together by a pink ribbon.
"Narcissa," she gestured inside the house. Narcissa followed her in.
"These flowers are for you," said Narcissa, handing them to her.
"Oh, my namesake. How thoughtful," replied Petunia primly.
"Amphortus." Narcissa swished her wand. Hues of orange light left her elm wand, bonding together to form a vase. She placed it on an ordinary looking table in the hallway.
Petunia twitched. She put the flowers inside the vase, her hands shaking. Magic was something she was not quite used to yet. She didn’t think she ever would be.
The two women walked upstairs, their feet thud-thud-thudding against the wooden flooring.
Petunia guided Narcissa to her bedroom. They sat down together on the bed, Narcissa intertwining her legs with Petunia’s. Their faces were very close together. Narcissa’s mouth looked like a pale pink budding flower. Petunia kissed Narcissa, wrapping her arms around Narcissa’s shoulders.
“Oh,” she said when she came up for air, “I could stay here forever.”
