Hello! I'm back :D :D :D. Hello to new readers and old ones. It's the summer, so I mean, why not? I'm writing this thing.
Anyways, this is not a continuing story, it is focused on one character per chapter (So I'll probably be good at updating.). So it won't be all about Petunia, lolz. Just for this first chapter. Then onwards onto a new character! The word count: 745.
Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR.
Petunia Dursley watched as a little girl with red hair deftly climbed off of a swing.
"Tuney?" the redhead asked, looking puzzled.
Petunia vaguely realized that the girl speaking to her was Lily. Well, that was odd. Lily was dead.
She opened her mouth to speak to her. Lily looked off for a moment, over Petunia's shoulder, looking at something. Her eyes widened and she set off running before Petunia could say anything.
"Severus!" Lily exclaimed, coming towards a halt at the mangy, disheveled boy who was walking slowly into the park.
Petunia started to yell after Lily before realizing no sound would come out of her mouth. She tried again, attempting to call after her sister. Petunia put a hand to her throat, scared. She tried to catch Lily's eye, but all she could see was Severus nodding attentively at what Lily was saying, completely engaged in her monologue. Petunia sprinted up to her sister.
"Tuney, what's wrong?" Lily turned and looked at Petunia. Lily looked frightened, glancing at Petunia's throat. Petunia looked down, not realizing that her fingernails were starting to graze her neck. She tried to cry out, but only air escaped her mouth.
Petunia glanced at Severus, completely terrified. Severus looked away with a scared look on his face.
Petunia tugged on Lily's hand, attempting to steer them both away from the park. But when she turned around, all she could see was white smoke. It cleared away and she realized where she was. Petunia looked up to a sign in the distance that said very plainly, "9 ¾". Her grip loosened and she turned around and saw her parents, much younger than they had once been.
Lily pulled on her hand, leading her even farther away from their awed mother and father.
"Please, I'm sorry, Tuney, I'm sorry! Listen, maybe once I'm there—" Petunia felt her hand try to yank out of Lily's. "I'll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!"
"I don't—want—to—go!" Petunia watched, in awe, as her mouth moved for her and her hand involuntarily pulled out of Lily's. "You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a—a—" she knew what was coming, she tried to clamp her hand over her mouth before she could say it, but her arm hung, limp, as a voice that sounded like her own kept going.
"—you think I want to be a—a freak?" Petunia stared numbly at Lily, and she remembered all of it, how she had never gotten to go with Lily, and how her own sister wouldn't look at her the same after that day on the platform.
Lily walked closer to Petunia now, shifting, looking more like an adult. Her hair lengthened and her face became less round, her features becoming more striking. Lily's face swam. Lily's green eyes bored into Petunia's. Lily's mouth opened to speak.
"I hate you."
Petunia Dursley woke up with a start. Her heart raced, and she looked down at her hands to see that they were clutching the sheets. She let go. Petunia jolted out of bed and quietly out the door, as to not wake her husband.
She went into the bathroom, locking the door and flicking the light on with a finger. Turning on the faucet, she ran cold water over her fingers, letting them sit against the edge of the sink.
Petunia stared at her reflection. The Petunia in the mirror looked tired and overwhelmed, eyes wide open. She looked old. Her eyes traveled downwards.
There was a small, red scratch on her neck.
That afternoon, as Petunia made sandwiches in her kitchen, she glanced at the calendar hanging near the microwave.
Her hands pressed on the pristine counter as she noticed the date. It was Halloween.
A tawny owl fluttered softly on the ledge of the window above the sink. She jumped, her hand on her heart as the owl turned its head.
With shaking fingers, Petunia let the owl into the kitchen (although somewhat reluctantly), reading her name scrawled in blue ink on the front of the letter it carried. She opened the thin, folded piece of parchment.
Petunia read the letter. She scanned across the jumble of words that were excitedly written in an almost illegible run-on sentence, and a wide smile crept up onto her astonished face.
Harry was going to be a father.
I hoped you liked it. I'm going to be doing a lot of these, there's no real point where it ends. If you have any suggestions for characters I should do/ideas, then please leave them in the reviews! I have no preference for who is going to be in this, so I want to do lots of different characters. Review if you'd like~
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