So I was thinking about Petunia and Lily the other day and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy!
When Petunia received the owl announcing her nephew's birth she was quite surprised. When Dudley had arrived she hadn't sent anything, except a note telling her his name and birthday. If she had thought about this in earlier days she would have told herself that in this case everything would immediately be burnt, but with the picture of wiggling happy Harry Potter and a long note she didn't. Instead she stored it safely in a kitchen drawer and waited till Vernon left for work and Dudley was down for his nap, then she spread them out across the counter and read the letter. She looked at the familiar handwriting of her sister expressing her joy for this new beautiful baby boy and telling Petunia she wished she could have been there. Petunia would have denied it but she wished she was there too. As she finished the letter a single tear slid down her face. When she looked at the picture and saw the familiar green eyes staring up at her through the picture she remembered the times where they would look at the stars and promise to always be there for each other with that more tears accompanied the single one.
When they found the baby on the doorstep a year later she knew immediately who it was. She had never quite gotten up the courage to burn those letters. What she couldn't understand was why he was here. Questions raced through her mind. All of them over shadowed by the most important one: Where was her sister?. When she read the letter in the vaguely familiar handwriting that was most definitely not her little sister she had to fight back tears. Her sister was dead. That morning after Vernon left for work and both of the houses infants were napping she walked calmly towards the cupboard under the stairs and removed a dusty box. She carried it into the living room and looked through it. Petunia hadn't been in touch with Lily since her wedding, but Lily had been in touch with her and the box was filled with full of excitement and sorrow, of anger and fear, but most importantly letters of full of Lily of the pretty ways she wrote her h's and the slight leftover scent of the rose (not Lily) perfume she wore. With every word Petunia could picture her sister with her fiery red hair and equally fiery personality, she could see the bright green eyes she shared with her son, and the smile that could light up the whole block and with every word Petunia read a tear fell and soon Petunia was weeping. She weeped for all of the memories that could never be recreated and all of the time that was lost she cried for the fights and the anger she cried for never telling her she loved her. Petunia cried for her sister who was never coming back.
When the house was asleep in the wee hours of the morning when Vernon's snores echoed through the house Petunia would read to Harry. Petunia would read the letters from Lily, because he needed to know that his parents loved him. When morning came though and the messy hair baby once again woke and looked at her with her sister's beautiful green eyes she had to look away because all she could see was her sister who was never coming back.
With these acts Petunia slowly became the same as the man she swore she never would because when Severus Snape and Petunia turned their heads it was because of image of Lily Potter whispering the word "Goodbye".
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