Disclaimer; i don't own any harry Potter rights and will never own them :(
My other fanfic sucked so i started writing this one. I though it would be interesting to write about the bond between Lily And Petunia before all this Magic stuff. Tell me what you think. chapter two is in the process and that's when Lily comes in and heats the story up a bit.
Chapter 1- A little Sister
Petunia Evans had a perfect life. Everything had been in her favor since she could remember. Of course, she was only threeand everything seemed perfect to her. Her parents would get her whatever she asked or, in many cases, whined for. Her relatives and friends of the family fawned over how adorable she was. Yes everything seemed to revolve around this spoiled little girl. That was the way she liked it.
Her mother announced at dinner that she was expecting a baby. At first, Petunia had no clue what in the name of barney a baby was.
"Baby?" Petunia asked her mother.
"A little sister or brother for you Petunia! Someone you can play with!" Her mother said, practically glowing. Petunia had never heard of a 'sister' or 'brother before, but the way her mother was talking, Petunia could only guess that it was like a doll. At this thought, Petunia grew excited and happy for her mother.
"Well that's glorious, darling!" Petunia's father exclaimed, "Petunia will love a little sibling! Wait till I tell my parents!"
"Mama, where is the baby?" Petunia asked curiously. She wondered where her mother had put the poor doll.
"It's in mommie's tummy Petunia, my flower." Her mother said. Petunia's eyes grew wide with terror.
"MAMA! WHAY DID YOU EAT THE BABY?" Petunia screamed, and she started to cry hysterically.
"No, no honey, mama didn't eat the baby. The baby is growing up inside her. The baby will come out soon." Petunia's father explained. Petunia understood, but barely. It was enough though to get her to stop crying.
After her mother's stomach began to grow, People would congratulate Her and Petunia. They would get down to Petunia's level and would say things like, "Going to be a big sister? Wow such a big girl!" More attention for me is how Petunia saw it and that's the way she always liked it. She soon found herself telling everyone at nursery school about her little sister. Her teachers told her nothing but good things, which made Petunia feel good. Her friends on the other hand, told her a sister was nothing but trouble.
"My mommy told me a sister would be fun to have around too," her friend, Ashley, told her as they had afternoon tea during one of their play dates, "But that was a lie. My sister does nothing but steal stuff from me and hit me all the time." Ashley ended the sentence promptly and with a quick sip of tea (which was really just soda).
Her other friend Alison shook her head at Ashley's words. "Yes a sister is nothing but trouble. They take all the attention away from you. No one will think you are the cutest anymore. They will forget about you and spend all that time with the baby."
These words frightened Petunia. No attention? She thought. That was the thing she had treasured the most. Plus, she couldn't bear to think that she would have to share her toys. That sounded horrible.
Later that week, Petunia's mother went to the doctor 'to get the baby out' as her father had told her. As petunia waited form her parents to come back, she held her favorite doll tightly.
"My dolly"