Once Upon A Time
A/N: A sappy little fic to fill in the space until I have time to write a proper one. I know it has no plot, I'm sorry!
Disclaimer: All belongeth to J.K. Rowling, nowt belongeth to me.
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Once upon a time there was a little girl. All her life she dreamed of her wedding day. How she would look, what kind of cake there would be, what the church would look like. She would walk down the aisle looking like a fairy princess, and when she got there, he would be there. She never knew exactly what he would look like, but he would love her and she would love him and they would live happily ever after.
Well, I'm walking down that aisle. It seems to stretch out for miles on front of me. Sniffling friends and relatives line it, dabbing their eyes with silk handkerchiefs and giving me proud looks. What a farce.
My dress looked so lovely in the shop; all frills and white froth. Hah! I look like a big meringue. A giant pile of fluff with a silly little head on top. I'll never be pretty. No matter how I dress and how much makeup I slap on, I'll never rival her.
I can see her now. Resting her perfect cheek on his shoulder, smiling that perfect, blissful smile. Her perfect red hair cascades down her back, gleaming. No matter how hard I try, she always looks better. She's in love with him. That black haired scruff. They look so bloody happy together. Perfect Lily Evans with her perfect boyfriend. I forget his name. That's one wedding I won't be going to. He's one of them, you see.
If I was a witch, I would point my wand at her and…
No, I mustn't think like that. I would never want to be a witch. I can think of nothing worse.
At least, if I keep telling myself that, then I will stop feeling so jealous. Why her? Why not me? What's so special about her that she gets to be magic and I don't? Lily already had everything else that I didn't; she's pretty, she's clever. Why did she have to be magic as well. Another thing for our parents to be proud of. Another reason for them to ignore me.
I'm nearly there now. I can see him standing, waiting for me. Vernon Dursley. Even his name reeks of normality. He is repulsive, but I can deal with it. Anything to get away. As of today, I will be Mrs. Petunia Dursley. I can forget that I ever had any connection with the Evans family. Any connection with Lily.
Yes, she can do what she likes with her life. She can be as abnormal as she wants as long as I don't have to have anything to do with it. Vernon is my escape route, and I will live happily ever after.
Once upon a time, I thought I would marry for love.
Once upon a time, I thought my parents cared about me.
Once upon a time, I was wrong.