True Love

House: Gryffindor

Prompts: Vernon/Petunia

Category: Drabble

Word count: 306

Disclaimer: I don't even own my own copies of the books. I most certainly didn't write them.


Petunia Evans was afraid. No one quite knew what the poor dear was so frightened of, but it was glaringly obvious that something had her spooked. Any mention of an oddity or unusual event, and she turned white as a ghost...oh, but don't mention ghosts in front of her either.

Perhaps that's why no one was terribly surprised when the quivering bundle of nerves fell for the most ordinary, run-of-the-mill man in Britain: Vernon Dursley. Truly, it was a match made in heaven. One who constantly searched for security, and one who was the very definition of the word.

Whoever would have thought that such dull people knew such an emotion as love? And yet, there they were, the love and joy shining clear and bright through their eyes as they promised to never leave each other.

That, of course, beckons the question: what is love? Love, such a commercialized feeling, would appear to be all wild adventures, romance, and happily-ever-afters. But at its root, its core, love is an emotion built on trust, loyalty, and, yes, safety. Though everyone else sees a boring, maybe even loveless, marriage, perhaps the Dursleys are the ones who have it right.

They don't have storybooks, they have account books. Where they lack romance, do they make up for it with trust? There is no castle here, instead they have plain little Privet Drive. Does this seem like the perfect marriage to you? No? Allow me to rephrase the question: Could you imagine the Dursleys ever, ever being apart?

I most certainly can't.

But who am I to lecture on the meaning of love?

Who am I to try and change your opinions, your views?

Who am I to tell you the love story of Petunia and Vernon Dursley?

After all, I only lived under their stairs for eleven years.