What Petunia Was Thinking
AN: So…a little insight into Petunia's mind, her view of the Deathly Hallow's scene. My first fic, hope you like it! Tell me in a review!
Petunia Dursley wiped the tears out of her eyes, touched by Dudley's words.
She heard the car door slam and cringed, not expecting to be left alone with him. She folded up her handkerchief rather hastily, placing it in her pocket.
"Well-goodbye" she said.
Petunia walked quickly to the door, hoping to get away from those green eyes-so like her sister's-as fast as possible.
"Goodbye" Harry muttered in response and Petunia could not help but to stop and look back. She couldn't help but think of that moment sixteen years ago, when she opened the door that fateful morning to find Harry Potter on her doorstep. She knew immediately that he would be trouble, and the following years only proved her right. What with Dudley's tail, Marge, dementors, owls and more of that lot than she'd ever wanted [not to mention that horrible creature that Dumbledore had summoned last summer] Petunia Dursley was quite glad to part ways with Harry and did not mind if she never saw him again.
At the same time, she could not help but wonder a little where her nephew was going and why the dark wizard his lot called Voldemort wanted him so badly. She could not help but wonder [and fleetingly, mind you] whether Harry would survive; and what he was going to do.
She almost opened her mouth to say something, maybe a sort of final goodbye; but then thought better of it. With a jerky nod in his direction, she hurried out after her husband and son.