Disclaimer: No matter how good or bad you think this story is, it was definitly written by me, not JKR. I am merely borrowing the characters for my own amusement.

*Warning, this contains spoilers from Pottermore*

Ok, here is the Sequel to Interview With A Neighbour. I really hope I do this justice.

Interview with a Dursley:

Chapter 1

Why am I doing this you say? Well, I've been asking myself that very same question ever since I gained my nephews permission to talk to you. You see, everyone always makes presumptions about me, and yes, I agree I was a bad person. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I was always aware I should have known better, but I did nothing. I wish to stop the rumours and presumptions about me, here and now, which is why I have arranged to talk to you. This is my story.

You could say a lot of my discontent came from my sister and her good-for-nothing-husband. I'm not ashamed of it anymore, and I feel I can truthfully say that I loved her and hated her all at the same time, I'm sure anyone with a sister could feel that way. She was prettier than me, better at sport than me, more popular than me, cleverer than me, and, well you get my drift. But my parents would point it out at every chance they got.

When we were younger, we were so close to each other. Oh we had our arguments yes, as all sisters do, but we were the kind that would prance up and down the hallway in mums shoes and dresses, and we would take turns to plait and braid each other's hair. All that changed when Lily went off with that Snape boy.

She could have really hurt herself jumping off that swing, which is why mum told her not to, and she was only allowed to come to the park with me if she promised not to do it. I don't know why I was so surprised when I found out what she was.

I wanted so desperately to be with Lily at that school, I actually wrote a letter asking if I could go as well. Can you believe it? I cringe with embarrassment every time I think about it. I was so upset at not being allowed to go, I tried to pretend it didn't exist. It made me happier.

While she was away, my parents talked of nothing except Lily. "I wonder what Lily is doing?" "I wonder how well shes getting on?" "I hear Lily is doing well in her classes" "Oh look Lily is a Prefect how wonderful!" I was put to the back, they completely forgot about me.

"hey mum look I got full marks in my typing class!" "Oh Petunia that's wonderful! Lily's doing well in class too! What did I do to deserve two beautiful clever daughters!"

I was never allowed my shining moment of glory. It was always linked to Lily's achievements. I was the oldest, it should have been the other way around. But it wasn't.

Until Lily came home from school and was a constant reminder of everything I wasn't allowed to have. I made myself think I was better than her, as a kind of self-soothe technique. I was nasty to her because I was jealous, and I loved her too much, hence our love hate relationship.

She was weird when she came back from school, at breakfast one morning, she turned a cup into a rat! It was so disgusting, I screamed and jumped on the back of the chair as it ran over my toast, through the butter and across the table. I hated her for that I admit, she knew I hated mice, and the fact that she put it on the table. I mean that's gross! They carry so many germs and fleas and other disgusting stuff, no normal person would have put a rat on the table, magically or not.

I was still a little bit of jealous of her, I admit. So I tried to make her jealous of me, I had everything I ever wanted, and while I pretended magic didn't exist, I was happy. I left home, left the constant reminder of magic's existence, and met Vernon. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man, and I love him dearly. While Lily was off risking her life and worrying about dark lords and other magic stuff, I was normally worrying about my increasing pile of ironing and what I would cook for dinner. Nice, peaceful, normal things.

Vernon was so normal, he had a nice normal car, a nice normal family, he had the same ideals as myself, and he wanted to do completely normal things, like bowling and cinema trips, and didn't talk about weird things like turned cups into rats.

We were engaged fairly quickly, it was very formal and proper, but also very romantic. I went over to his house after work, and found the place in darkness but for a few roses on the floor, I gathered them up and followed the trail to his living room, where Vernon was awaiting on one knee with a ring in his hand, I nearly fainted when he asked me, I was so excited! I felt more wanted in that night that I had in the past few years I had lived at home. I was so happy that night, and neither could he, I could hear the happiness in his voice as he telephoned Marge (that's his sister by the way) and his parents.

The time came when I could no longer keep Lily a secret from Vernon, I was so terrified that he would look at me in disgust, walk out the car and would never want anything to do with me ever again. Even though he had already asked me to marry him, I was still slightly afraid of what he would think, he hated people who even wore the wrong shoes with the wrong suit, what would he think of Lily? What would he think of me?

However my fears were put to rest when he told me that it was not my fault as to who or what my sister was, and he would not stop loving me because of it. I was so grateful, I think I showed my gratitude and relief and love in a very, um, physical manor shall we say.

After we had announced our engagement to both our families, my parents got me to agree to attend a double-date at my favourite restaurant, Me, Vernon, Lily and that Potter boy. In a vague attempt to get us to reconcile with each other, it was to everyone's surprise that we all agreed that a simple meal could do no harm. However, it was such a catastrophe, that I wish it had never happened.

Vernon, being the lovely gentleman that he is, tried to be nice to the Potter boy, by striking up a very manly conversation about cars. However, being abnormal as they were, Potter quite clearly didn't own a car, didn't drive, and made Vernon look like the idiot for not knowing about flying broomsticks and what-not. I couldn't believe his rudeness when he started telling tall stories about large piles of gold, and goblins and the like. I was slightly concerned that he had been on the drugs, or alcohol, because goblins, quite obviously to me at the time, did not exist.

We gave the potters a reality check, tried to bring them back to the planet earth, and when they resisted, we left them sat at the table. We tried to have a nice normal meal together, but they had to go and ruin it by bringing up their abnormal-ness! It was just so like Lily to bring something like that up at a time like that!

Honestly, people were beginning to stare, how dare they mention things like goblins! At the dinner table, in a public restaurant no less! What if someone heard? What would they have thought if they knew me? I was so embarrassed by my sister, I thought she would have known better than to go off with a raving drunkard. The Lily I knew when we were little would never have done something like that. Then I remembered that she had gone off with that Snape boy instead of staying with me, that day when we were little, and I truly felt that magic and the wizarding world had stolen my baby sister from me.

A/N: So what do you think? do you think I have captured her personality right?

the next chapter will include Petunia and Vernons wedding, and possibly the arrival of Dudley.

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