Chapter one
Petunia sighed and looked out the window. It was cold winter day, and her heart felt hollow than ever.
She could remember everything so well.
"You're a freak, Lily! A freak!" Petunia screamed without thinking, blinded by jealousy.
The hurt on her sister's face was visible as they filled up with tears. Lily turned and ran off, and Petunia regretted she ever said it.
That was when she had seen sense. When she had apologized, and appreciated Lily. But she couldn't.
Every time she saw Lily, she would have her wand stick next to her, piling over her Hogwarts book, and Petunia would feel a rush of jealousy. Those bright green eyes shining happily as she told the family about Hogwarts and how amazing magic were, screaming 'freak!' was the only thing that could make Petunia appreciate herself a bit more.
She hated Lily. Why were she chosen for Hogwarts and not Petunia?
She couldn't care less about Lily. She heard that she went to marry some wizard freak, and heard that she got some magic freak baby. Who cares?
And then she heard about Lily's death. And then suddenly, she cared.
Petunia hated Lily. The show off. The outcast. The one who shut everyone out of her life for magic and some wizard boy. But she hated herself the most because she loved Lily so much despite all that, and she missed Lily.
Lily had wanted Petunia back. Petunia refused her. And now she were dead without a trace.
Except for Harry Potter.
He were left in her door, and Petunia knew that she had to accept him. She would never forgive herself if she threw him away. The only proof that Lily were alive.
And most of all, the eyes.
He had her eyes. Her sister's eyes. The one that shined happily. The one that were fill with grief. The boy had it. Petunia had to take him in.
Vernon, well... he didn't handle it so well. But did they have a choice? Dumbledore requested specially. And Dumbledore would be very angry if they threw Harry into the streets. No, they had to take the boy in.
"They better not expect any lovey dovey though," Vernon growled, "The boy will be nothing compared to our Dudley,"
No, the boy would be way more than Dudley. A wizard. Like Lily.
"I don't like it, but we'll do it. We need a servant, after all," he said.
They were going to use Lily's son as some cheap servant? Petunia didn't know how to react to that.
But then.. there was a reason someone murdered her sister and James Potter. There was a reason the boy had a ridiculous scar upon his head.
He would be a target, and Petunia knew they had to toughen him up.
A/N: Hi, this is Grace, and this is my second story! I was just thinking what it would be like from Petunia's perspective. What if she weren't the bad guy? Tell me if you like it or hate it, and hopefully, you'll follow this till the next chapter!
~Grace