"Aunt 'Tunia…"
No. No, no, no, no!
It wasn't the same, but it was close enough.
Tunia…Tunie…Tuney.
"Tuney!" A little girl with fire-red hair shrieked in laughter as she was sprayed with a water hose.
"Look, Tuney! Look what I can do!"
"I love you, Tuney, you're my favorite person in the whole world!" the girl's voice dropped to a whisper. "Don't tell Sev, but…I like you even better than him. 'Cause you're my sister, Tuney! Forever, and ever, and ever, until the day I die!"
SMACK!
From the floor, little four-year-old Harry Potter looked up at his aunt with tears in his eyes, bewildered and not understanding. He didn't know what he did wrong.
"Never call me by that name again!" Petunia hissed, glaring down at the child with her hand still frozen from where she had smacked him on the cheek.
Slowly, Harry raised his hand to his cheek, touching the stinging red spot.
"Do you understand?" Petunia demanded harshly.
"Y…Ye…Yes, Aunt Petunia." Petunia paid no attention to the fact that his voice wobbled.
Spinning around, Petunia stalked down the hallway.
Sorry Lily, she thought. But you're dead, and we're no longer sisters. Tuney doesn't exist anymore.
No one noticed the single tear that drifted slowly down her face and fell to the floor.
And no one realized that Little Tuney, deep inside the recesses of "Aunt" Petunia's mind, was sobbing uncontrollably for the hurt little boy, and her dead little sister.