Chapter 1
Naivety
Petunia Dursley stared out the window of her new home. Vernon Dursley, the man she loved, had divorced her. He had divorced her! And had taken their son with him to go live with him and his fucking secretary whom Petunia was positive was barely even legal! And when she had demanded to know why at the hearing where the judge had given custody of Dudley to Vernon, Vernon had informed her that it was because of that god damned nephew of hers.
It was all Harry Potter's fault. If he had just had the decency to die with his parents that Halloween night three years ago, then none of this would have ever happened. She would have had her son and husband and they would have lived a nice normal and happy life on Privet Drive in their lovely home. But because of the Potter brat, she had, had to give up the house to Vernon and his god damned wife.
She hated her new home. She hated the fact that she had to live in a bloody trailer. Damn Lily and her perfect ways and her perfect husband. Damn her for being able to do all those freaky things with that stick thingy! Damn Lily for being mommy and daddy's perfect little girl and inheriting eighty percent of their parents' fortunes.
Petunia Dursley, once Petunia Evans, had been raised as a rich girl. She and her little sister, Lily, had been raised on a rather nice estate with a rather nice large three story house, with nice toys, clothes, and they each had a pony. Lily had, had a dog as a house pet while Petunia had, had a cat. Both had gone to ballet classes, Petunia went to violin lessons while Lily had gone to piano lessons, they had gone to tennis practice and they had both gone to ettiquet classes. They had both been raised with nothing but priveleges.
And now she, Petunia Bethany Evans Dursley was living in a godforsaken trailer with her freak of a nephew! He would pay for ruining her life!
"Aun' Pe'un'a, I hun'ry." a soft voice whimpered. Petunia turned around to see her sickly thin nephew whom was covered in bruises and welts standing in the doorway. Suddenly, the most evil of evil plans hit her. She would make him regret everything, but first, she had to lull him into a sense of security.
"Oh Harry, look at you. You're so thin and sickly looking. Lets get you something to eat, and then I'll go and call a doctor to come look at you. Does that sound alright?" Petunia asked. Harry looked up at her, hope shining through those freakish green eyes.
"'Eally?" Harry asked, hope filling him that he had finally, somehow, managed to earn his aunt's love.
"Of course, Harry. Oh, why did I let Vernon treat you like this? Why did I let him make me treat you like this?" Petunia pretended to wail sadly. Harry ran across the room and hugged her, making her tense for a moment, disgust filling her at being touched by the freaky creature.
"I's a'righ' aun' Pe'un'a! I fo'gi'e! I wuv you!" Harry cried as vehemently as a four year old could. Petunia reluctantly patted his shoulder before stroking that birds nest black hair.
"Thank you, Harry. Lets get you into the kitchen and get you something to- Oh Harry! You're burning up with a fever! Lets get some food into and some medicine and I'll go call the doctor." Petunia pretended to be worried. Harry looked up at her, unsure.
"Bu' I don' feel sick aun' Pe'un'a."
"Don't argue with me, young man. Lets get you some soup and cake and then some medicine and then bed." Petunia ordered, feeling irritated that he was giving her such a hard time about this.
"O'ay aun' Pe'un'a." Harry said, turning around and dashing towards the kitchen. Petunia smiled evilly, knowing that her plan would succeed. Children were so naive.