Author's Note: Just a short one shot I've had in the pipeline for a while.

DISCLAIMDISCLAIMDISCLAIMDISCLAIMDISCLAIM! I don't own this, except the words, that's mine, but the characters aren't mine, nor is this world.


No one knew, nor did they care that she was there, no one thought that she'd came to say goodbye, Lily might have been a freak, but Lily had still been her younger sister and she was not going to not take the one opportunity she had to say goodbye to her properly. She had met James when he had slept over and started to be with Lily all the time, and he had been nice enough. After their parents died, the grief sort of brought the two sisters together again, somewhat repairing the completely damaged relationship between the two women, she may have been a freak, but she had still been Lily, the kind-hearted, auburn haired, green-eyed little girl who was able to produce flowers when playing with her older sister.

No one knew that she watched the entire procession, shedding tears, allowing herself to be vulnerable. Vernon had no idea that she was not with their son, Dudley, and that Mrs Figg was babysitting him. He had no idea that she had taken her sister's son to say goodbye, if anything Harry deserved to say goodbye, even if he would not be able to remember it later on in life. Everyone deserved their chance to say goodbye to the ones whom they loved.

Slowly after the formalities of the funeral were over, Petunia made her way over to the coffins, noting the slimy boy's presence, hiding from everyone and earning a nod from a man who she noted as the "smart one of Potter's friends" Remus or something to that effect. She allowed herself to break down, crying, as she held the late parents' son out. The baby cried, as if he knew exactly where he was, but no one could know exactly what the one-year-old was thinking after he'd returned back home, to Godric's Hollow. When Harry would grow up, he would have absolutely no idea that he had actually been there, especially with his aunt.

Petunia mumbled and blubbered apologies to her late sister and that sister's late husband's gravestone. She stayed there for at least fifteen minutes, getting everything off of her chest before she could and would have to force herself to pretend her sister's memory for the rest of her "normal" life. After she could not do it anymore, or there was nothing else left to say, she pulled out a petunia, before gently placing it underneath the engraved name of her sister, and then she walked away, back towards her life without freaks, without magic, back to her normal husband and her normal son, secretly admitting to herself that maybe, just maybe, normal was boring.

No one had expected her to care, no one cared that she had only just lost her last remaining family member, nor did anyone react to the fact that her sister had been murdered, protecting the infant that she was currently holding (she had known her little sister, and Dumbledore had explained, between the two, she knew enough, maybe more than enough). No one appeared to care that she had been there, nor that she was grieving, but just because no one appears to care, does not mean that no one does. Lily and James watched the strange occurrence, the woman shedding tears, and wanting nothing more than to console her son,, and talk to her sister, but it's not as if anyone could change what had already happened.