Petunia hated one thing and always shall. She despised magic; magic is what stole way her sister when she was 10, it also stole her parents, and then it stole them for real killed with a spell that stopped the heart. When her sister side it was like someone had stabbed a red hot poker in her chest, it took away all she had ever cared about in a few short moments. Then there is the fact that Lilly had a son.
Lilly's son was very quiet, he never cried not even when Dudley was hitting him or when Vernon was screaming at him for doing something magic. His soft black raven hair was gentle to the touch and he just snuggled in to your hand even if the previous second he had been getting shouted at. There was just one thing she hated. His eyes. They reminded her of Lilly it was like someone had just cut them on and put them in him. His bright burning emerald eyes the ones that can stare into your very soul.
The first time she had hit him was an accident. She had a stressful day and burned her hand she just wanted something to blame, and the boy walked in to the kitchen. He was not very tall for a seven year old still looking like he was still 5. The clothes that Vernon had chucked on him were far too large and did be long to her son. Walking up to him she had just smacked him aground the face twice once tree times, and that's when it started, haven't finished chores beating, did something freaky beating.
she was never sure when it started.
