The chapters are rather small right now; they'll start getting longer later.
This idea I have is to take characters that are hated a lot by a lot of fans and having an oc come back as that character. From Ginny to Petunia, from Dudley to Snape, hell, maybe even Umbridge. None that are really big characters at first in canon. But this isn't a 'make the characters good' or anything of the like. Some are going to act like canon even though they're not, others are going to be like canon with some major changes, others are going to act completely different from canon. They're not the same oc, and I might make it all connected in some way. Like a strange book series that can make sense starting at any book and ending at any other one. So nothing will be labeled like "Book One" or whatever.
I'm planning on doing more than just Petunia, remember.
I don't own Harry Potter.
"Petunia? Would you like to hold your baby sister?"
"No."
"Petunia, I know that this wasn't what you wanted, but you should at least hold her! Lily's your sister now. "
"NO! I don't care that she's my sister, I can't – I won't – hold her!" My hands were shaking and I hid them by crossing my arms.
Father laughed and reached out towards me. "Are you scared that you'll drop her? Don't worry Petunia, you're not going to drop Lily and I'll be here. Here, hold her just like this!"
And the next thing I knew I had an armful of a sleeping newborn. I stubbornly glared down at the thin, vaguely red strands of hair that sat atop of the baby's head. Desperately trying not to think of what would happen in the future, of who exactly I was holding. I wasn't going to screw this up, I couldn't. Things happened for a reason, a damn good one, and I was going to play my part.
Then she opened her eyes.
They were unfocused and rather blank, a boring shade of blue that all newborns are born with. She was a rather ugly little thing. Nothing was cute about her at all in anyway. But I still felt my glare start to break. It was just a baby, not even a proper child yet, and I felt sick. Lily Evans, the ugly infant with blue eyes, the small, alive, helpless newborn.
I jolted when I felt something run down my cheek.
Crying. I was crying.
Ignoring my parents I clutched Lily closer and pressed my forehead against hers. I gasped out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Lily Evans, for what the world will ask of you. I'm sorry that I'm not going to stop it."
And first time since I had received memories of a life not my own, of a life where I wasn't Petunia Evans, I cried. I curled around my new sister and sobbed and gasped for air as my parents fluttered about asking what was wrong.
"I'm so sorry."
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I was three when Lily was born and I had broken down in front of my parents. Life… was not fun after that. They believed that there was something wrong with me and I just tried to keep my distance from Lily.
That was just over twenty years ago.