To you, Lily.
She's still my sister.
I am so confused.
Am I supposed to cry, or rejoice? Am I supposed to visit her grave, or just pretend her non-existence?
She's a…a…weirdo. One side of my brain said.
She is still your sister. The other side replied.
Don't bother about her. You hate her.
Hell, she is still your sister. Think about the good old times when you used to play together…
Yeah, yeah. Like how she used to do those…crazy, mad stuffs.
She shared your blood, Petunia.
"Petunia?"
I turned, it was Vernon.
"Why are you looking worried?"
"Nothing Vernon. How am I supposed to have her son here?" I said, forcing myself to spell her with bitterness.
Vernon laughed. "Petunia, just leave him alone. No need to give any special care. And, Petunia?"
"What, Vernon?"
"No need for him and Dudley to mingle, right?" I nodded fervently. He gave me a smile, or more like a smirk, and walked away.
I looked at the baby now lying at the floor beside me. He opened his eyes to stare and looked right into mine. Tears streamed down my face again. When I saw the baby, it was made completely of her husband. But now, when I see him through his eyes, I can see lily. His eyes have Lily in them. He is made up of Lily, inside. In his heart.
Harry began to sneeze, and with horror I realized he was on the floor. I reached for some baby clothes.
Just leave him alone. He is not yours.
I stopped mid air. No. I care for him. And…I looked hesitantly at the baby and once again met his green eyes. His doe-like eyes. And he is mine. He is Lily's and Lily is mine. My sister.
Tuney, don't hate me, please. I keep asking Dumbledore, but…
No, Lily. I don't hate you. I just envy you. You are a witch, and what am I? A normal…muggle, right?
You are my sister Tuney, whatever happens…pinky swear.
I remember the feel of her skin as it intertwined with mine. "Pinky swear, Lily. I will always be your sister. Even now." I whispered.
I heard Dud screaming and turned. To my horror, I saw him trying to strangle Harry. I rushed, and grabbed Dudley.
"Bad Dud." I said crossly, and saw him chuckle. Oh, he is his father all over. I never really liked Vernon. He was the only one who took Lily's "abnormality" as he calls it, as nothing related to me. So I had no other choice.
I took Harry away from Dudley's cradle and laid him in the bed. I tucked a blanket over him, and watched him fall asleep.
Oh, gods, what is that?
I pushed his black fringe away and spotted a scar. What's more, in the shape of a lightning.
Lightning. I've had this fear for lightning. Ever since…then.
Tuney! He, he is…get James. JAMES, tuney. Please... Help! HELP!
Now Lily. No needs to call upon you're dear muggle sister, okay? You come quietly; I've a surprise for you.
Tuney! Tun…AAAARRRGGHHH
The lightning struck, and she had vanished.
I learned that it was some, death…oh yeah, Death Eater who took her away. But she escaped. But before she saw me looking at me…
…Mudblood?
She screamed. And shook like, like she was getting torn down by white hot knifes. That's when I saw the hooded figure point the wand at her. He laughed mirthlessly, and lowered the stick…no, wand. I saw Lily get slack and still shaking, like she had a horrible nightmare. I screamed, and the hooded figure turned towards.
Terror washed over me like refrigerated water. He made a sound of pity, and pointed his wand at me. He gave his wand a little flick, and something blue came right into my face.
The next thing I know, I'm feeling absolute pain. I spied a deep gash right at my stomach and forehead. Lily saw me and screamed
Tuney…Run. Now! She gave a scream as she started shaking again.
No. Lily! What happened?
RUN. No….AAARGGHHH! W…w...ait. Go…James…
What?
Tuney! He, he is…get James. JAMES, tuney. Please... Help! HELP!
And I did get that Potter. With all that gash. And that saved her. It freaked me. It's just been two years and a half. And…
Lily. She couldn't shout for me this time. And Potter couldn't save her. And I was watching the television when she died. I…couldn't save her this time. Guilt trickled from my eyes as bitter tears flowed out of my eyes.
I looked down at Harry again. I will save him. I won't let him die and go wasted. I won't let him out as that…Dumbeldare, or who ever was that, told me not to.
But I have to hate him. I looked at him sadly. I am a Dursely. I have to.
I took a bottle of wine and poured a glass. To ease my disturbance.
I raised the glass heavenwards. To you, Lily.
