Disclaimer: I don't own the characters blah blah blah…
My Life…
I always hated her. She was always my parent's favourite, and that used to kill me inside. It sounds so petty, but it wasn't just my parent's love she stole. She took my friends, my things, my boyfriends… and I hated her for it. I used to see her laughing with her large group of followers – I hesitate to say friends, I believe they were only friends with her for a bit of her popularity – and I used to burn with jealousy. I had no-one. I was just the fat girl no-one liked. A loner.
And then she got that letter. The one that told her what she was. How much of a freak she was. I never told anyone this but… I got one too. I just refused to accept that I was… one of them. A… witch. I am not a witch. I don't want to be a witch. I will never tell anyone what they said I am, not even my husband…
He saved me. He saved me from those freaks, from her. He saw her for what she was; he knew she was no good. Just a popular air head with ideas above her station. He was so normal. He took me away, and he saved me. He gave me what I'd always craved; attention, normality. He kept me sane. He fulfilled my dream of a little house in suburbia, of being the perfect housewife, always with something nice on the stove, ready for when he comes home.
And a child. A beautiful, wonderful son. My jewel. My treasure. Not a day goes by when I don't thank God for him. I loved being pregnant and hooding Tupperware parties, with the other housewives. It made me feel alive, like I was finally wanted, like I was no longer in the shadow of my sister.
And then it happened. She died. Her and that fool she called a husband. I will never, ever for as long as I live forget the anger at finding her child dumped on my doorstep. So I decided that he wouldn't be one of them. I would beat it out of him if I had to. I refused to have the spawn of that freak under my roof. But I couldn't stop it. He went to that damned school. And I will continue to do to him what my sister did to me. He will suffer like I did.
I wish I could have a normal life, but I can't. I am still in the shadow of my sister, the great Lily Evans. I am now in the shadow of her damned son.
Author's note. Ok, I know that was a bit weird, but during a Saturday night madness episode, I decided to write a Petunia fic. I just want to point out I do not like the Dursleys. I think they're horrible but I still wrote this…
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