I never hated Lily. As much as it may have seemed like it, I never hated her, nor did I ever once wish her dead. I only ever kept the promises that she wanted me to do, even though I hated ever moment of it.

You see, when Lily found out about the prophecy she came straight to me. At that time we were as close as sisters could be. She made me promise that I would take in her child if she and James were killed. I would take her son and run away to a small town or village and hide. We would never mention Lily or James Potter, nor would we have a single photo or them or their son in our house so that all four of us, me, my husband, my son and Harry, would be kept safe. Harry would not find out about magic until his Hogwarts letter came and until then we would forget all about her and her kind.

When they sent Harry's letter, I refused to let him go. I know that we had not been kind to him in the years but we were scared. What if someone noticed all his school achievements and how well he did? So we had to stop him doing so well, if he did better than Dudley he would get punished. The cupboard was Vernon's idea. No one would ever suspect we had another child under our roof if we didn't want them to. We would not have to worry about hiding his things if one of their kind came knocking at our door. It was all very harsh, we knew that but we did it for his protection as well as our own. I did not want him going off to this magic school where they sent Lily. I did not want to have to let go of the last remaining piece of her, her son. If I sent him there then surely he would just get killed like his parents. So I tried my best to make sure he didn't go, I even acted as though I despised magic and hated my sister, but it didn't work.

I say I did not hate my sister, but I have lied. I loved her except for one small thing. I hated her for making me promise. I hated having to lie about not having a sibling, I hated having to run away and not having the chance to grieve her death, I hated having to repress her son's abilities to save him, I hated having to forget her and then to sometimes act as though I hated her so much and I hated her for getting herself killed when she could have ran away with us and protected her son over the years. Aside from that, I loved Lily so much it hurt, and I still do love her but this time it only hurts because I can't say that I do and that I did.