Disclamer : Harry Potter belongs to its rightful creators and owners.

Summary : Vernon didn't even like magic to begin with, but what magic made Petunia endure made his hatred of it even stronger.

Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of an OS I did five years ago.

This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.

Vernon's reasons

Vernon Dursley had never liked magic. Even as a child, he didn't understand how someone could believe in ghost, in magical potions, in rabbits coming out of a wizard's hat. It certainly came from his family's education. In the Dursley family, they liked working, a good life was a life away from financial issues, with a family and a house. Their motto was little fishies get eaten by the biggest ones. For them, you kept on walking or you died. The world they lived in was a world where money was crowned king and they had to live with the era.

At first, Vernon didn't loathe magic. He didn't like it but he didn't hate it either. For him, it was a hobby for some, a way to keep kids busy for a few hours. He had promised himself to never use this device on his own children though. Kids were gullible but not stupid.

" That would be taking my children for numpties. Nowadays, they understand sooner and sooner that Santa Claus, the Tooth Fiary, are just fables. So, where's the point in feeding them these lies?"

He had been quite surprised when he learnt that the wizarding world actually existed. The living proof was his sister-in-law, Lily Evans. His meeting with her companion wasn't Vernon's best memory. He didn't understand much about the magical world and its faithful servants, but he still felt the difference between him and James Potter. They'd never agree because they didn't came from the same universe. Yet, it was not that meeting that was the origin for Vernon Dusley's deep hatred against the magical comminuty and its habits.

The true reason was Petunia.

Petunia had wanted to embrace magic but she was left knocking on this world's door. That world had deprived her of a sister she had loved dearly. Magic had destroyed their sisterhood. Magic had taken aaway everything from her: her parents' admiration who never granted her any attention or pride looks once Lily was a witch, but the worst theft of all remained her little sister. Wizardry went as far as stealing Lily's life and taunting Petunia with her nephew, as magical as his parents, with green eyes so similar to the youngest of the Evans' daughters. Eyes through which Petunia felt observed and judged by her deceased sister's ghost.

Magic had made her suffer and still made Petunia suffer, his wife whom he loved with a genuine affection, a brave, clever woman who didn't deserve such a punishment.

Vernon would have been able to keep living ignoring magic. But it touched the one he loved so much he had plegded to live the rest of his days with. Nothing and no one had the right to hurt Petunia.

Vernon Dursley then declared magic an open war. Magic had started first by attacking his wife. It was a vendetta.

Because, as long as Vernon would live, nothing and no one had the right to trample Petunia Evans.

The End