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Summary: This fic is about why Petunia hates Lily.
Rating: G
PETUNIA: CHAPTER ONE: A LETTER FOR LILY
Petunia Evans rifled through the post as she walked up the path to her house. She kept her one letter clutched in her bony hand as she handed the rest over to her father. She plunked herself down on the couch and tore it open. It was her report card. She looked over at Lily, her younger sister, who peeled open her envelope leaving it completely intact. Petunia looked down at her own, and saw that she had mutilated it beyond recognition.
"Oh Dad! Look!" Lily exclaimed. Mr. Evans took the sheet of paper and read it. A grin spread across his face in pride. "All A's!" Petunia scanned her report card; her highest mark was a B-. "Petunia, dear, let me see your report card please." She unwillingly surrendered it.
Lily gracefully opened another envelope. Typical, Petunia thought, she always has more mail than I do. Lily's eyes grew huge and she breathed "Daddy look!" Mr. Evans set Petunia's grades aside and took the piece of parchment from his youngest daughter. His eyes grew just as large as Lily's and he yelled "Emily! Come here!"
Mrs. Evans came bustling out of the kitchen. "Harold, what's wrong?" she asked her husband. Mr. Evans held out the marvelous letter and gave it to his wife. She too read it and then looked as if she was going to faint. She slid down beside her husband and sighed "This is wonderful."
Petunia snatched the letter from her mother's slack hand and read it.
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than June 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress
Petunia stared blankly at the Hogwarts letter as her insides went numb. She remembered how disappointed her parents had been when, two years earlier, September 1 had passed with no letter of acceptance for Petunia. She knew that it was her parents' greatest wish for their daughters to attend Hogwarts. Neither of them had; they were both squibs. When she had not received a letter there was one thought that had comforted her; that Lily may not get her letter either. She new it was a mean thought, but she wished for it just the same. Lily was better than her at everything; she thought that maybe this once, they could be even.
She looked at her sister who was beaming with pride. "Congratulations" she said in a hollow voice. But no one seemed to notice that Petunia was at all upset, all attention was focused on Lily. Petunia scooped up her report card and went unnoticed to her room where she burned it.
She knew Lily couldn't help being so perfect, but yet she couldn't help hating her for it.
Summary: This fic is about why Petunia hates Lily.
Rating: G
PETUNIA: CHAPTER ONE: A LETTER FOR LILY
Petunia Evans rifled through the post as she walked up the path to her house. She kept her one letter clutched in her bony hand as she handed the rest over to her father. She plunked herself down on the couch and tore it open. It was her report card. She looked over at Lily, her younger sister, who peeled open her envelope leaving it completely intact. Petunia looked down at her own, and saw that she had mutilated it beyond recognition.
"Oh Dad! Look!" Lily exclaimed. Mr. Evans took the sheet of paper and read it. A grin spread across his face in pride. "All A's!" Petunia scanned her report card; her highest mark was a B-. "Petunia, dear, let me see your report card please." She unwillingly surrendered it.
Lily gracefully opened another envelope. Typical, Petunia thought, she always has more mail than I do. Lily's eyes grew huge and she breathed "Daddy look!" Mr. Evans set Petunia's grades aside and took the piece of parchment from his youngest daughter. His eyes grew just as large as Lily's and he yelled "Emily! Come here!"
Mrs. Evans came bustling out of the kitchen. "Harold, what's wrong?" she asked her husband. Mr. Evans held out the marvelous letter and gave it to his wife. She too read it and then looked as if she was going to faint. She slid down beside her husband and sighed "This is wonderful."
Petunia snatched the letter from her mother's slack hand and read it.
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than June 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress
Petunia stared blankly at the Hogwarts letter as her insides went numb. She remembered how disappointed her parents had been when, two years earlier, September 1 had passed with no letter of acceptance for Petunia. She knew that it was her parents' greatest wish for their daughters to attend Hogwarts. Neither of them had; they were both squibs. When she had not received a letter there was one thought that had comforted her; that Lily may not get her letter either. She new it was a mean thought, but she wished for it just the same. Lily was better than her at everything; she thought that maybe this once, they could be even.
She looked at her sister who was beaming with pride. "Congratulations" she said in a hollow voice. But no one seemed to notice that Petunia was at all upset, all attention was focused on Lily. Petunia scooped up her report card and went unnoticed to her room where she burned it.
She knew Lily couldn't help being so perfect, but yet she couldn't help hating her for it.