A Storm in the Family ( an OC son of Petunia Evans)

A Storm in the Family (part 1)

The warm, golden rays of late afternoon filtered through the windows of the quaint little country house nestled in the outskirts of London. The ancient ivy clung to the brick walls like an old secret, and the air smelled faintly of wood smoke and lavender. Today was the first-ever Evans Family Meeting, a tradition that had not been observed in many years. It was meant to bring together the various branches of the family, a rare event in which everyone would gather to discuss everything from the mundane to the extraordinary.

Petunia Evans had been dreading the event for months. While the rest of her family was perfectly content to gossip and share pleasantries, Petunia felt an overwhelming sense of isolation in her own home. Her own sister, Lily, was about to attend with her husband, James Potter, and their three children—Harry, Jasmine, and Pollyanne. Petunia was already bracing herself for the unspoken tension between her and her family, particularly Lily. The sisters' bond had been broken long ago, and the chasm between them seemed to grow ever wider with each passing year.

What made the situation worse, though, was the presence of her son, Damian Evans. A son who was anything but ordinary.

Damian, a strikingly handsome seventeen-year-old, sat at the dining table, his electric blue eyes scanning the room as he absentmindedly twirled a lock of his blonde hair. He had a kind smile, an infectious laugh, and a presence that commanded attention. But beneath the boyish charm, there was a storm—an intense, untamed force that seemed to resonate with the air itself. With every step he took, the room seemed to grow a little warmer, and when he smiled, the faintest crackle of electricity filled the air. Damian was no ordinary child, and Petunia knew that all too well.

Damian was the son of Zeus.

The gods, it seemed, had always watched over the Evans family from a distance, but only one god had ever directly influenced their bloodline. Petunia had never planned to sleep with Zeus, but one fateful evening, long before she married Vernon Dursley, she had succumbed to the god's charms. What followed was Damian—a powerful, striking boy with the abilities of a demigod, and more. Unlike the usual children of Zeus, Damian possessed three unique powers: atmokinesis, aerokinesis, and electrokinesis. He could manipulate the weather, control the winds, and harness electricity with ease. Petunia had never told her family about Damian's true parentage. And her family didn't know about his divine powers either, though they certainly suspected something was off.

The rest of the Evans family had gathered in the living room. Petunia's mother, Geraldine Evans, was busy organizing tea cups while Petunia's father, Richard Evans, sat in an armchair, his graying hair tousled and his eyes always sharp.

Lily and James Potter were among the first to arrive, walking in hand-in-hand with their three children. Lily, with her fiery red hair and her piercing green eyes, looked as radiant as ever. James, who had a mischievous grin plastered on his face, waved cheerfully at everyone. Harry, their eldest son, looked just like his father—dark hair, glasses, and a brooding expression. Jasmine, the middle child, had inherited Lily's fiery spirit and sharp wit, while Pollyanne, the youngest, was a quiet, thoughtful girl with a knack for reading people.

Petunia's insides churned as she watched them interact with the family, their bond so obvious, so comfortable. It was all so easy for them. Too easy.

And here I am, Petunia thought bitterly, with a son no one knows is a demigod and a life no one understands.

"Hello, Petunia!" Lily greeted her sister, her voice a little too bright for Petunia's liking. "How are you? How's Damian?"

Damian looked up from the table, his electric blue eyes meeting Lily's with an expression that was both confident and kind.

"Good to see you, Aunt Lily," he said smoothly, his voice like a low hum of thunder, sending a subtle shiver down Lily's spine.

Lily forced a smile, but there was an underlying unease. She had always been wary of Damian. There was something about him—something beyond his handsome appearance—that unsettled her.

Petunia could feel the simmering tension between the two of them. Lily doesn't approve of me, she thought. She doesn't approve of the way I live my life, of the way I've raised Damian. She thinks I should have married someone like James—someone normal. Someone who doesn't make mistakes. Petunia had heard Lily's disapproving comments in the past, always wrapped in a thin veil of concern for her sister's well-being. But to Petunia, it had always felt like judgment.

As the afternoon wore on, the family settled into the rhythm of their reunion. Everyone was seated around the large oak dining table, sipping tea and nibbling on biscuits. Conversations flowed freely, but Petunia couldn't ignore the fact that her parents were fawning over Lily, always complimenting her about how wonderful she was, how her family was so well-behaved, how impressive her children were.

Meanwhile, no one seemed to notice Damian sitting at the end of the table, his electric blue eyes watching everything with an almost unsettling calm.

Jasmine, however, was not so oblivious. Her gaze kept drifting toward her cousin, a feeling blossoming in her chest that she couldn't quite name. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline that looked like it belonged to a god—quite literally, Petunia reminded herself. His intelligence sparkled in his eyes as he spoke with a quiet, natural charm. Damian was not only handsome, but his kindness was undeniable, and Jasmine found herself drawn to him more than she cared to admit.

Damian noticed Jasmine staring at him and offered her a warm smile, one that made her heart skip a beat. Jasmine quickly looked away, a flush creeping up her neck. She hated how ridiculous it was to have a crush on her cousin. But how could she resist? Damian had everything—looks, confidence, intelligence, and the kind of charisma that seemed to light up the room whenever he entered.

As the evening drew on, Petunia's frustration began to boil over. She could feel the weight of the judgment in the air, the way her family looked down on her. She caught snippets of conversation, fragments of Lily's scorn.

"Petunia," Lily said, her voice laced with concern, "you really should have married someone who could provide for you better. You deserve someone who would treat you with more respect."

The words stung. Petunia's eyes narrowed, and she felt a spark of frustration build inside her.

"You know, not everyone has the luxury of marrying perfectly, Lily," she snapped, unable to hold back. "Maybe some of us have to make do with what we get."

Lily stiffened, her face turning a shade paler. "Petunia, I didn't mean—"

"No, I think you did," Petunia cut her off sharply, her voice cracking with emotion. "You never understood me. You've never understood us."

Damian stood up, his presence commanding the room as he placed a reassuring hand on his mother's shoulder. The subtle crackle of electricity in the air made everyone pause, the room suddenly colder.

"Mom's right, Aunt Lily," Damian said, his voice firm but kind. "Not everyone gets a perfect life. Some of us have to make our own way, no matter what."

Jasmine couldn't help but admire him in that moment, feeling her heart flutter in her chest. There was so much strength in him, so much power, but also such tenderness.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, each person processing the weight of the unspoken truths that hung in the air.

In the midst of all this, Damian Evans—son of Zeus, god of the sky and thunder—remained an enigma. And as the storm inside Petunia's heart raged on, the tension between the Evans family reached a boiling point.

But there was one thing no one knew—not even Damian himself—that the true power he carried was not just in his bloodline, but in his ability to shape the very future of the world they all inhabited.