One shot: I FAILED
B: Petunia Dursley reflects on her private grief for her little sister Lily, and the vow she made to protect her son.
There are so many things I wish I'd said. That I didn't hate her, that I loved her more than she'll ever know. She was my sister, my flesh and blood... my beautiful, fiery little sister.
I hate magic and everything and everyone to do with it because they took her away from me, she was so different when she came back after her first year, I wasn't her hero anymore and I resented it, so much so that I drove her away for good with my bitterness
I can still remember the times we'd play in the park; I would push her on the swing and revel in her childish laughter, her joyful squeals: "Higher Tuney...Higher". Then that greasy haired boy showed up and told her about the wonders of magic, I knew then and there I'd lost her.
And I can still remember the last time I saw her, it was at my Dudley's first birthday dinner at our parent's, she came with her husband, the bespectacled Potter boy. I ignored her the entire time, how I wish I would have told her that I love her. The last thing I said to her was "I don't even know why you came, Freak". She just sighed and said:"I don't know either Tuney, but I love you. Goodbye"
When I read the letter that told me she was dead, my heart broke into pieces. I felt...empty. I hated magic more than I had ever hated anything that day; my rage was searing my insides.
I made a promise then that I would protect her little boy, who looked so much like her messy haired husband but who had her emerald eyes, I would protect him from magic. I would not let him be murdered by the monster that killed my Lily.
To protect him, I thought that I had to be tough on him, "Tough Love" our mother called it. It didn't work. He went away to that god forsaken school and is now preparing to go to battle against the very thing I swore to protect him from.
I failed.
