This is how I imaged the last meeting between Lily and Petunia played out. Pretty sad, actually. But it's life.
Hope you like it! (And if you do, please tell me and review ^^)
1976 - Goodbye, sister
"Bye Tuni!" Lily tried to give her sister a hug but Petunia made an elegant dive to escape her sister's embrace. She said nothing, she just stared at her red haired little sister.
Lily looked at her sister's composed face and sighed sadly.
"You honestly meant what you said? Are you never going to speak to me again?" She tried to steady her voice, but failed when it wobbled violently.
Petunia didn't notice, or just didn't care enough because she didn't move an inch.
Well, what had I expected really? Lily thought to herself. Petunia finally giving up and admitting that she missed her little sister just like Lily missed her? At least she had hoped so.
She still felt a twinge of sadness to see her sister act like that, like she didn't care. They loved each other, didn't they?
Why couldn't Petunia accept Lily for who she was? Was it really that hard?
Maybe Dumbledore was right, maybe it all had to do with Petunia being jealous for not being accepted at Hogwarts herself. When Lily thought about it, that was probably the problem. Petunia had been jealous, but only in the beginning. As time progressed, and the years flew by, Petunia grew more reserved towards her sister, for each time Lily came home.
Her beloved home, had turned into a torturous place. Whenever she came home nowadays, she was met by a pair of ice cold eyes, deprived from any loving feelings. Their parents didn't seem to notice anything that went on between the two sisters, they never had. They were too busy attending charity galas, or eating dinner with the prime minister to even spend time with their daughter when she was actually home.
Lily looked down at her favorite, worn out pair of shoes.
"You know, Tuni, we might not see each other for a while now." she tried, but in vain.
She was met by the usual silence. But instead of giving up Lily pushed on.
"Aren't you going to miss me?" she stared intently at her sister.
Petunia just looked like she always did in Lily's presence nowadays, cold. Her blue eyes were the same piercing blue as always, but there was no light. There was nothing warm about the way Petunia observed her sister.
Her big eyes were cold, beaten and muted, as if she had given up all hope of ever loving someone again. As if Lily had stolen her last ounce of hope, just by drowning that wondrous sparkle that used to shine so bright.
Tears were forming in Lily's eyes. Petunia wasn't going to answer, she knew that now. No matter how many times she tried to reach out, her sister wouldn't let her in. Petunia was too proud.
"Well, no matter what you say… or don't say, obviously, I'm going to miss you." Lily said, not blinking even once.
She was too afraid of breaking the intense stare, as if the moment she closed her eyes, even if just for a fraction of a second, Petunia would be gone.
They glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. No one wanted to give in. Lily was too stubborn to just leave and Petunia was too bullish to admit that she was actually going to miss her little sister, no matter how hard she tried not to.
Lily, finally gave up and simply turned around without even giving her sister a final, pleading look.
"Goodbye." she sighed and exited the front door of their small villa.
Once outside in the cold night air she inhaled loudly. It was nice to fill her lungs with fresh air, after being in such an awful encounter with her only sister.
Back in the small house, Petunia stood frozen in the same spot, as she silently begged Lily to come back and smile at her again, that familiar old smile she loved and hated at the same time. She sighed and slowly turned around, to never look at her little sister again.
