A/N: I feel like I've been uploading a lot lately, but here's another new one for my wonderful reviewers/etc. I have two chapters written, and I'm not exactly sure if I'll continue it after that, or just make that the end. I guess that really depends on what I come up with, and what the response is. It may just end as a short little ficlet! Please Please Please PLEASE review! 3

The quill spun in her hands, inkless. She knew what she had to write, but was at a loss of where to begin. Petunia hated her, this she knew. She despised her existence. Lily, however, had never once given up on her older sister. Grudges were something Lily refused to believe in, though she understood where Petunia was coming from.

She glanced down at the letter that sat before her. It was the last letter she'd ever received from her parents. Short – but sweet. It held information about how magnificent her sister's wedding had been, (Lily had not been invited), and how adorably chubby their young child was. Attached was an unmoving picture of Petunia, Vernon and Dudley. Petunia had a faint smile, and was holding white quite looked like a baby pig in her hands. Vernon had his arm around Petunias shoulders, but did not smile.

Lily dipped the quill in the ink well in front of her. A few drops dripped off the end and back into the container before she mustered up the courage to begin.

Petunia,

The name flowed from her fingertips easily, and her handwriting curled almost perfectly. She knew the following would not be quite as easy, however .She inhaled deeply, and then dove in.

I hope things are well with yourself and Vernon. I sincerely do. As your sister, I've always wanted the best for you. Contrary to your belief, we do not lose sense of family and friendship when we're shipped away to school. I wish you the best with your son, Dudley. I really wish I could meet him. Maybe one day you'll tell him that he has an Aunt, at the very least.

I've been well. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I've been recently married to a man named James Potter. I guess that makes me Lily Potter now. He's quite the man, Petunia. I could not be happier. I had a baby boy soon after you had yours. His name is Harry. Harry James Potter. Funny how we're all growing up so fast, hm? But I suppose in these times, you never know what's going to happen.

All good wishes aside, I have more pressing matters at hand, and since all of my calls go unanswered, and my muggle post is always returned, unopened, this is the only other way I know how to do things.

The reason I'm writing you this letter is a grave one. I spoke to Mum and Dad about it briefly before their passing, but I'm not sure if you ever caught any of it. My world is at war. I'm not very good at explaining things, as I know you'd like to hear the least bits about magic as you can, but I urge you to continue reading. There's a very dark wizard who goes by the name of Lord Voldemort. He believes that being a pure-blood - a witch or wizard with no muggle background - makes you better than anyone else. That being said, I'm exactly what Voldemort hates. I have zero magical background, as you know. Talent means nothing to him, and ancestry means everything. This is something I cannot change, obviously.

I'm scared, Petunia. I won't lie. Hogwarts was an immensely safe place for me, and while I was there, the war was just brewing. We would hear rumors mostly, while we were there, but no one would deliver us facts. It wasn't until we left that the full effect of the war was really thrown at us. We created an underground anti-Voldemort group; we call it The Order of The Phoenix. It's a secret society intended to create the downfall of Voldemort. James and I joined shortly after graduating. It's increasingly dangerous, but I couldn't imagine not fighting, and neither could James, though he urges me to sit out more often than I'd like, for the safety of our son.

But things just keep getting worse. As hard as we try, and as much as we've done, Voldemort is an unshakeable force. I'm sure you've seen things in your news, explained by flukes. The hurricane down south? That was no hurricane. He's been using giants, which explains the mass destruction - uprooted trees, houses torn apart. He's collecting other magical creatures and making them do his bidding.

I'm really trying to explain this as best as I can, Petunia, but it's hard. Please don't disregard this, especially this last part.

James, Harry and I are in serious danger. So serious, that we're about to go into hiding. He's after us. He - himself. Not one of his Death Eaters. (His gaggle of followers, other dark wizards that are not quite as incredible as he, but still extremely dangerous.) I won't go into the details, but there's a good chance I wont ever see you again.

I hate admitting that it's quite possible I'll be dead soon, but the truth is, I may be. We're putting our entire faith into the ones we love, and I trust them, but things can always happen.

I'm truly sorry that you couldn't come with me to Hogwarts. I never wanted to lose you, and deep down, I think you know that. I never chose to be a witch, it chose me. Honestly, yes, it is the greatest thing that happened to me. But losing you was a hefty price to pay. Now that Severus and I have disconnected ourselves from each other, I regret not trying harder to mend our friendship. Friends come and go, but sisters are forever. I love you, Petunia. I always have. You're my big sister, and there's no changing that. I know you may not read this, or you may throw it in the trash soon after, and I know you'll never accept me, but I'll never give up on you. I'll never forget the days when we were inseparable.

If we make it out of this alive, I hope you have the chance to meet James and Harry. Maybe Harry and Dudley can have play dates. Maybe you and I can go out to lunch. But if we don't, well, I just hope you don't think of me in vein.

Love Always;

Lily.

Jen Riddle
7-24-10

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