She Left Me
Lily
was my sister, not a freak, before she got the Hogwarts letter. We were very
different. For instance, even though we were twins, no one ever mentioned that
we looked alike. With Lily and her curly red hair and green eyes, and me with
my light blonde hair and gray eyes, who could blame them? Also, she was rather
high strung, and I was more easy going.
However,
those differences didn't stop us from being best friends. Since I was extremely shy before I met
Vernon and Marge, Lily helped me make friends. And because she had trouble in
school, I tutored her. When her hamster died, I bought her a new one. When I
lost the student council election, she told everyone who didn't vote for me
that they made a huge mistake. We planned to both be actresses and models when
we grew up, and to live next door to each other.
We were best friends until she got that
letter. The one letter that ruined my life. The one that explained that she was
a witch, where Diagon Alley was, and lot of other bologna. She was jumping
around the kitchen, shouting that she was going to a boarding school. When I
heard that, I felt sick to my stomach. A
boarding school? We needed each
other! And it's not for just one year, it's for seven! Lily didn't even act sad
to leave our parents and me. When we were at King's Cross Station, I was
sobbing. Lily was grinning broadly. She didn't say goodbye to me, even though I
must have said it to her a hundred times. Maybe she thought I was inferior to
her, because I was a Mubble or something like that. When she got on her train,
I decided one thing. I decided I hated her. I'd hate her forever. And if she
had any, I'd hate her kids too.
When
she came back, I tried to not hate her, and be nice to her. I asked her about
school. I bought her presents. I ever planned a welcome back party for her! It
didn't work, she ignored me. Well, two could play that game. I then gave her the
cold shoulder. Lily was shocked. When she asked why, I called her a freak of
nature. She was absolutely horrified. What, did she think we were still best
friends after how she left me, without seeming sad or saying goodbye? I began
making fun of her abnormality once a day when I was in a particularly good
mood.
The
other six summers weren't any different. I had made Lily hate summer holidays.
But I didn't care. After what she did, I would never be nice to her again. I
kept telling myself that she deserved it. In the beginning, I wasn't' sure.
However, later there was no question in my mind that it was true.
After
she graduated from that freak school, Lily announced that she and her husband,
James, were moving to Godric's Hollow, a wizarding town hundreds of miles away.
I knew it was because she wanted never to see me again. So much for living next
door to each other. I smirked at her. She saw me, and glared.
Shortly
after Lily left, I met Vernon. We married four months later. I never mentioned
Lily. About a year later, we had a son who we named Dudley. I had always liked
that name. Several weeks after Dudley's first birthday, there was a giant shock
at our house. I went to collect the milk bottles for Dudley's bottle, and I saw
a basket with a baby in it. There was a note explaining that he was Lily and
James Potter's son, and that we were his last living relatives, and how Lily
and James died. I tried very hard to hold it in, but I couldn't. I screamed.
Vernon
rushed down the stairs, asking what was wrong. I told him the whole story about
Lily, and showed him the letter and Harry (that was the baby's name). He
suggested that we send him to an orphanage, because we didn't want him to
influence our beautiful baby. I reluctantly disagreed, because we wouldn't want
angry wizards after us. That would hurt Dudley even more. Vernon suggested that
we'd keep him, but make it clear to Dudley that Harry was inferior, so he
wouldn't influence Dudley. I thought that was a good idea, so we did just that.
We
made Harry sleep in a basement cupboard, only gave him Dudley's old clothes,
and constantly complained about him. We taught Dudley to make fun of him, and
Dudley was happy to join us tormenting Harry. I frequently felt sorry for poor
Harry, but he was Lily's son. My sister. The one who left me.