Bit of experimentation. I've wanted to try a Harry Potter Pic for a while.
Petunia wasn't jealous of her sister. Not one bit. Not when her sister brought home amazing grades. Not when their parents smothered her with attention.
Nope. Not at all.
Not when dear Lily created pretty little flowers from handfuls of dirt. Not when their parents showered her with gifts and love when Lily had gotten her letter for some Wizarding School. She wasn't jealous. She just knew what her sister was. Could see her sister for what she was.
Her sister was a freak.
Plain and simple.
So long as she labeled her sister a freak, it lessen the searing sting of the memory associated with her. Because nothing good ever comes from magic. It was the reason her sister was killed. She won't be giving her sister any sympathy while she lay six-feet under with her damn husband. One of the bastards who dragged her further into the wizarding world.
Petunia clenched the bundle in her arms tighter, making the boy squirm and fuss. She glared down softly at the boy, the replica of her in law. His hair was as dark as his damn father while his eyes were the same emeralds as her late sister. She set the boy back down into the rickety, unstable crib her Vernon had gotten. She didn't completely agree with her husband's suggestion towards what to do with her nephew. When he suggested foster care, she firmly shot him down. When he proposed the orphanage, she threatened to send him to the couch. Because no matter how much she despised magic, what it did to her and Lily's relationship, she won't abandon her blood. Not again.
Not like Lily.
She set him down and gave one last look to the sleeping boy before leaving to the room across the hall. To her handsome Dudders and her sweet, adorable little Pamela. Dudley was growing up to be just like his father, assertive and demanding.
He will be the perfect son.
Pamela was the image of perfection, her little angel. Her brown tuft of hair was soft while her skin was pale, no freckles or any oddities her sister had to suffer with. Her babies were normal.
No magic.
No spells.
No wands.
Let me know what you think of the story. And also, what do you think Pamela will be as a person? What do you think her personality will be like growing up with the Dursleys? Who knows, maybe I'll take them into consideration when I develop her as a character.