Petunia Dursley watched as the small black haired toddler sat in his old cot and played with one of his cousin's old stuffed toys. She watched as he petted the stuffed snake and talked nonsense to it. He reminded her very much of her late sister. Lily had always been so gentle. So calm. Even as a child. As long as one didn't bother her she would sit for hours playing with her toys. Much like Harry with the snake. There were no silly fits. There were no temper tantrums form the small boy.
In fact he was a simple and easy child. If it wasn't for her own jealousy then she would love the child. It wouldn't be very hard. And as she watched him play quietly she knew that she did indeed love him. But she didn't want her own baby to go through what she had. The jealousy. The unfairness. The abandonment. She didn't want Dudley to grow to hate Harry after being his friend for 10 years.
So she resolved to isolate the boy. She wouldn't get too close to him. And she wouldn't allow Dudley to either. Neither of them would go through more pain. Not again. But as the little boy turned and looked at her with Lily's eyes she knew that she did love him. And that when he went off to the ridiculous school that she would be heart broken. For she did love her nephew but she was also afraid.
(I know its short but let me know what you think. Thanks! I do not own Harry Potter no matter how many memory charms I use. It belongs to JK Rowling.)