Flower in the shadow
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The Evans household was one filled with flowers.
The walls, the living room, the greenhouse, and never forget The Garden. Even their daughters were like flowers to them, flowers who, when they were younger, loved nothing more to play together. The younger was Lilly, and the elder Petunia.
As they grew older, it became evident that one flower would grow much higher then the other. And so the younger one reached for the sky, getting the light, water, care, and attention. She would become a flower unlike any other. She had talent. Magic. The older flower left behind in a shadow, she could not fill.
Magic. It scared the older one. And fascinated her. Some days she would have given anything to have magic. Being a FREAK would be worth it if she could have had magic, she thought. But the more the perennial, the younger, came home with the magic, the more she dove into the world of the FREAK, the magical, the more the annual, clung to normal. A Petunia would be nothing special, could be nothing special, next to a Lilly of magic. She was normal, not impossible, mythical, Freakishly… magical. A impossible dream of grander, like her sister had become.
Normal was safe. It was what she was. It was her lifeline when she became lost under the glamorous shadow of her sister. Magical. Every time the Lilly graced the flower house, the Petunia became more obscured in the shadow.
She hated the shadow
HATED
IT
So she left
She left the shadow, the impossible, the magic. She left the dream.
She left to peruse something normal.
Shadows have a have a habit of staying with you . You don't have to look at it, or even think about it, but its something you know is there.
Her sisters shadow was always in the corner, reminding her. She nor her husband spoke of it, but that didn't make it disappear. It was always there, and always would be.
When her sister died, the shadow didn't, and sent along, in her memory, another caster of shadows. A caster of the impossible. Another one who used magic. A shadow for her own flower, her son. She tried to turn the tables on tradition. For ten years her flower cast a shadow over the younger. The younger shadow once again shot up when the bloody letter came, promising dreams, to achieve the impossible. Magic.
The younger got the BLOODY LETTER. A letter that had never been sent to her.
She couldn't prevent him from growing into it like a weed, only stunt the plants growth at home. Despite her attempts, the plant still came into bloom, growing over the wizard world its self, and sent them away. She had to leave HER normal, because of His shadow over them. Her sisters shadow had uprooted her again, and she had to run, leaving behind everything she had worked for.
When one hears the name Evans, they think of The wonderful, Lilly of Magic, the savior of the boy who lived. The witch who was Harry's mother. Charming, married and dead. They never think of the other Evens girl, the Flower in the Shadow, or why she turned out this way.
Flowers seemed really appropriate. I had more, but I can not remember it. I hope this is original enough, I have seen fics about Petunia's lack of spotlight, but wanted to try it anyway. Review please, I even made up a sort of poem. I want to be unique when asking.
Who knew
That I would do
Something like this
To get a review
Did you?
If so
will you
take the advice
and review