My sister was a freak.
At least that's what Petunia Dursley tells herself on those days. The kind of days where seeing your nephew's eyes is just too much not to remind you of your sister. Dead sister.
The sister that married a good-for-nothing freak, and together they had a small, freak brat of their own. The little brat that got dropped off on your doorstep one day without warning. The little brat you decided to raise.
Lily Potter was a wizard, and Petunia wasn't. Lily Potter was praised and "special", and Petunia wasn't. Petunia wasn't even special to Lily. Not after she started going to that school with that greasy-haired boy who spelled a branch onto her head. Not after she started turning teapots into pigs, and reading the private letters Petunia had written.
The letters. The letters Petunia had written, begging to be able to go to that special school with her sister. Every time, the reply was the same.
"We don't want you."
They might not have said it that way, but the general idea of the response was that. So what do you do knowing there's a world of magic out there that you can never be a part of?
You start hating it.
It didn't start as a true hate. No, it started as thoughts of how strange her sister was. How she seemed to be content not being normal. How it was weird that she could turn teapots into pigs.
It turned into hate when Lily told Petunia what she had done.
"Why are you writing to Dumbledore?"
Lily had invaded her privacy with that greasy-haired boy. Her sister had used magic to read her personal letters. Her sister.
"You're just a freak!"
A freak. That's what wizards are. Nothing but abnormal freaks.
But Lily was still Petunia's sister. Lily used to play dress up with her. Lily had played in the park with her. They had pushed each other on the swings. They were two peas in a pod. They weren't "Lily and Petunia Evans"; they were "the Evans sisters".
But it didn't matter that Lily died. She was a freak, and freaks are too strange to live.
At least that's what Petunia tells herself.
And when you're stuck with a nephew you wish didn't exist, you start to believe in it wholeheartedly. Until you see the eyes. The eyes of Lily Evans.
AN: I don't actually remember if that was the exact dialogue, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
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