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author's note: i dont know if this would ever really have happened but to me, i could just see this.

summary: Petunia Dursley visits her sister

random Quote that i heard somewhere: "in real life, there is nothing written in ink that says you have to love all those you meet. there is no one who has the power to say 'you live...you die.' there is nothing that says you cant talk to someone who isnt there any more"

You Die

I stand at the small mound of dirt in which you now reside. I look at your name and the dates beneath it….too close together. I think of the last time we spoke, the last time I saw you.

"Hey there," I whisper, "I promised I'd come back and visit, I didn't think it would be this way. Why did you have to leave? I'm trying so hard to be strong, really, I am. When I heard the news, I was so angry with you. Do you know why? Do you? Because you're gone. You're gone and I never got to say good-bye."

I start to walk away but I just can't seem to get more than two steps from where you lay, buried under six feet of dirt, inside nothing more than a box. You were always so afraid of tight places, always so afraid to be alone. I turn back around and slowly, so very slowly, I fall to my knees in agony, in grief.

I scream up to the heavens, "Why did you leave me so soon? Why are you so far away? I finally try to make some sort of connection and what do you go and do? You die! You leave me! Again! Dammit, Lily! Why? Now you're gone and I'm stuck raising your child! A child I can never truly love!"

After a while, I get up again. I straighten out my skirt and turn around. I face the one man that I thought would keep you safe.

I kneel in close to his grave stone and whisper as though in to his ear, as if it's simply a secret between friends, "I used to think you could keep her safe. I entrusted my baby sister into your care and what do you do, first you take her away from me, then, after you finally give her back for the shortest amount of time, you take her away again to keep her safe. But just how safe were you, James Potter? You had to go and trust the wrong person. You had to go and hide instead of fighting. You had to go and DIE. I hate you, James Potter. I hate you more than I hate the wizarding world. I hate you because you took my sweet, innocent baby sister and you turned her into a stranger. I hate you because you left Harry alone, with out parents, to be raised by someone that just can't love him. Because I can't love him…I just…can't. I look at him, and all I see are Lily's eyes, young and pure, but in the wrong body. I hate you because she loved you more than she loved me. I hate you because you loved her the way I never could. And I hate you… I hate you, because you died. Both of you…you just…died."

I stand up again and wipe my tears away. I turn my back on you, my little sister, and your husband, and walk toward the double stroller not five feet away. Looking at the little boy asleep in the back, I know I'll never be able to love him as my own son, because of the simple fact that each and every time I look at him, a piece of me dies, just like you.

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