(c) Copyright to J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter, nor Lily Potter, or Petunia Dursley.
She's Lily, And You're Petunia.
Petunia Evans, it sounded okay.
Lily Evans, it sounded perfect
Petunia Evans, average m-u-g-g-l-e
Lily Evans, extraordinary w~i~t~c~h
Compared to her, you are a (z)er(o)
Whereas Lily, is a perfect t|e|n
Why, oh why?
Couldn't you be more like her?
Why did you have to be the n*o*r*m*a*l one?
How come you couldn't be the w!i!t!c!h?
Oh, right.
Because, she's Lily, and you're Petunia.
The horrid, bitter, old T=u=n=e=y.
Not, the sweet, lovely, youthful L*i*l*s.
Even when you know why not.
You cant help to be anything but bitter.
To her husband
To her son.
To her.
You sicken yourself because you know, she would be nothing but an angel .
To your husband
To your son
To you.
But, of course.
What's to expect?
She's LILY and you're PETUNIA.
So, what d'you think? Good, bad? Hate it, heart it? Please tell me. It'd mean an awful lot.
Oh, and if you're one of the people waiting for my PJO series, they're on hold while I get over my PJO writer's bump. So im trying out some Harry Potter.