Evans' Love
Lily had always left Petunia. Always wandering off when they were younger to explore a new stream or park and leaving Petunia out of the loop. But it didn't matter, they were sisters and Petunia couldn't think of anyone she loved more than Lily.
Even when that Snape boy had started sniveling at her feet and wedging himself into their time together, she had still loved Lily.
When the Hogwarts letter came to take Lily further away to Scotland for most of the year and Petunia became absorbed in her jealousy that she was the one leading a mundane life of normalcy, but the deep rooted love still remained no matter how much Petunia tried to deny it.
Despite how many times she forced the word 'freak' to drip from her lips like venom to cover up her envy, longing and weakness that her sister always brought out of her, Petunia couldn't find the will to actually mean them. Petunia always wondered if Lily even knew that she's gladly jump in front of a bullet for her.
Even through her parent's ravings about Lily's amazing magical skills that always seemed to over shadow all of Petunia's achievements, Petunia still couldn't hate her baby sister.
The Vernon era started as Petunia embraced her muggle life to extremes and the two sisters were pushed farther away from each other as the Evan's legendary stubbornness ripped them apart.
When Lily brought home James it was then that it really hit Petunia how far she really was from her sister as Lily beamed at Potter all through Christmas as James gazed back at her with such adoration it made another tide of jealousy crash down on her. Yet through the resentment there was still a connection.
Petunia had even managed to persuade Vernon to let her go to her sister's wedding; to see her glowing while she clung to James' arm as they twirled around the dance floor.
When the birth of her nephew was announced through the post as Petunia had always preferred to those noisy owls Petunia had beamed as a single tear slid down her cheek that held the happiness she felt for her sister even after all those years, the longing for her childhood when they were just two sisters as close as she'd ever been to anyone on Earth and the sadness at their separation.
When their parents had died they had sought each other out for a day of tears together, drowning them in a sea of despair as their anchors were wiped from existence. The fire they had left to die was slowly being rekindled between them.
But when her nephew came to her on that fateful day did she truly hate her sister. She had left Petunia all alone with out a clue what to do. Lily wasn't their peeking around a tree with that silly grin on her face or transforming beds in to sheep. She wasn't there. And even though Petunia had loved her through her entire life she couldn't do it anymore. Lily hadn't given her the chance to tell her she loved her one last time, or apologise for all the names she had said in her bitterness, or let their children to grow up together, or for Lily to cure Vernon's prejudice against magic with her wit and easy going charm. Lily had left her with only the memory of her baby sister and all the different things that should have been said and should have been done. How could she look at her nephew knowing he would always bring up all the what ifs that could never be closed never closed? So this time Petunia wasn't sure if she could love her sister anymore with all the pain that was ripping through her as she read that letter that altered her life forever.
But what Petunia didn't know was that love has a strange way of working that was far beyond human control.