In the last book, it made me question whether Aunt Petunia really did hate Harry. If she did, she certainly had reason, what with him having the same eyes as her sister who she would no doubt feel per[etually bad for never making up with before her death. So I wrote this little oneshot of the feelings we never see.

Mrs Doctor Who 11 xx


Vernon ranted and raved as Petunia stared at the baby lying in the bassinet as though she had never seen one before.

"How dare they dump him on us like this... must have friends like them that could take him... Know we dissaprove... We certainly can't raise him as a- a- a you-know-what..." Vernon fumed as he went on and on about just how unfair Lily and James were for dying.

Petunia sat, silent, for once having nothing to say.

"Suppose we'll have to buy him a cot and a highchair... Really, how ignorant to not even leave us any money towards buying all his things!" Vernon brandished the letter from Dumbledore, furious.

He strode angrily from the room, slamming the front door behind him before climbing into the car and driving away.

Looking around anxiously to ensure her husband had gone, Petunia turned back to her nephew who was staring curiously up at her, sucking on his fist.

Slowly, she leaned forward and picked up the baby.

She examined him.

In almost every way, he was the image of his father.

She had only met James twice and even then briefly - once when she had gone to her parents house for dinner and Lily had turned up with him unexpectedly; the next was at Lily and James' wedding - but she could remember him well, especially when she looked at Harry.

As she looked into his eyes though, she didn't see the eyes of James.

She saw the eyes of her little sister.

Her dead little sister.

Then Petunia let the tears fall, the tears she had been holding since she found out about her sisters death not ten minutes ago.

Vernon thought she wasn't bothered by it because she didn't like her sister, but that didn't mean she didn't love her.

And besides, she had liked her once, all those years ago when they were children.

She cradles the baby close to her chest as she sobs.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she cries and cuddles him ever closer, unable to say more.

What she wants to say is that she is sorry that he will have a terrible life, growing up with a bully of an Uncle and a weak Aunt and a cousin who will have everything he doesn't.

What she wants to say is that she is sorry that he will never meet the parents that could have given him the life he deserved, because whether she had gotten along with Lily or not, she had always known she would make a wonderful mother.

What she wants to say is that she is sorry that she will never be able to love him, because he reminds her too much of the sister she has lost.