Dear Petunia,
I know that you don't want o talk to me or ever see me again, but just hear me out. It's been seven years, Tuney. Let's stop this mean little game that we have going on. It's been seven years; let's just forget everything and be the old Tuney and Lily who used to love playing in the parks together. Let's be the old Tuney and Lily who start making sandwiches that end in food fights. Let's be them.
Tuney, I … I miss you.
I miss everything about you. When you scolded me, when you acted like mum, when you kept on ranting about that guy Vernon, when you shrieked at me for dirtying the carpets, when you scowled (watching me hog down the Double Chocolate Chip Sundae), when you hit me on the head for disturbing you on your 'private' phone calls with Vernon, when you got mad at me for taking your things without permission and misplacing them. I miss the times when you'd come to my room at night, knowing that I was crying, to comfort me. I miss the moments when you'd have your arms around me, shielding me from the evil in the world.
I… I miss you a lot, Tuney.
I'm graduating tomorrow. Then, I'm getting a flat in London. Mom says that she's moving to the city, too. I want you to come, Petunia. Come visit us… just spend some time with us. Atleast for mum. This… thing between us, well, it's killing her.
And me too.
Let's stop this, Tuney. Let's be the Tuney and Lily who turned the neighborhood into a circus.
Let's be us again, Tuney.
Love,
Lily.
