Well, guys, I should be asleep, but here I am writing. What's wrong with me? But after reading a Petunia fic, this fanfic came to mind. It's really short, so I apologize. This takes place a week before the Potters were attacked.
Disclaimer: Nope. I own nothing.
Petunia Dursley knew a lot of things. She knew how her neighbors acted behind closed doors, the latest scandals of celebrities, and the infidelity of one of her friend's husband. But Petunia didn't know Lily, her own sister.
She didn't know that Lily and her so-called "freak" friends were fighting to save both her world and Petunia's world.
She didn't know of the sacrifices the ones she deemed unnatural made.
She didn't know James's willingness to die for Lily (he was good-for-nothing, Petunia decided).
She didn't know of the battles being waged, the blood being spilled. How could she? It didn't affect her normal life (but it really did affect her).
She didn't know of the fear and dangers the wizarding world was facing. The darkness didn't bring itself into her home, so why would she care?
She didn't know the Potters were in hiding ("Good riddance!" Petunia's bitter voice would say. But an almost dead concern voice would ask "Is Lily safe?")
She didn't know her sister's family were in grave danger of being on Death's door.
She didn't know Lily's bravery and courage in the fight.
She didn't know how much Lily cried for her (And Petunia would long for her sister, but jealousy and bitterness kept her at bay).
She didn't know the real Lily.
She never even tried.