A/N: This is just a story off the top of my head. I've been meaning to write something about Petunia for awhile, but didn't know what it would be. I just think there should be more stories about Petunia, especially after the fifth book, because there's obviously more there than there appears to be. So, here it is. Please review!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
Helpless
"Good for nothing people, leaving us with an extra kid," Vernon grumbled as he considered the newest addition to the Dursley family.
"Yes," Petunia agreed, busy reading the letter Dumbledore left with Harry. She finished it with a loud sigh. "Unfortunately, we don't have a choice in the matter, we're rather helpless."
"We could leave the brat in the street," Vernon growled.
"What would the neighbors say?" Petunia asked, though somewhat fond of the idea.
"We can't have him here. What if he spreads it to Dudley?" Vernon's face began to go purple.
"I don't think it works that way," Petunia answered. "After all, I didn't get any."
"I suppose so," he admitted. "But I don't want anything weird happening in our house."
"Of course not. We'll just... discourage it."
"Discourage it? We'll crush it! That's what we'll do!" he shouted, the vein that Harry would become all too familiar with popping out. "We'll have none of it. It's the least he could do, since he'll be living purely because of our charity."
"Yes, he won't be mag-... strange," Petunia amended. After a moment of consideration, she added, "Maybe the neighbors will think we're generous for taking him in. You know how fashionable charity is, Vernon."
"But not as fashionable as money and I'm about to be late for work," Vernon glanced at his watch. "I'll be back for dinner," he kissed Petunia's cheek, grabbed his suitcase, and left.
She watched his car leave. Once it was out of sight, she turned back to the baby. He was awake now and looking up at her with bright green eyes.
"Lily's eyes," Petunia whispered. "Lily."
She touched Harry's head lightly, her vision blurring with tears. Overwhelmed, Petunia retreated to her room and locked the door.
"Oh, Lily."
She sat on her bed, staring at a treasured picture, all the more treasured now, of her and Lily at Petunia's and Vernon's wedding. She remembered her younger sister. How they hadn't spoken in years. How they had fought. How she had insulted Lily and James. She remembered her sister and sobbed.
The fights didn't matter. Being saddled with an extra baby didn't matter. Vernon didn't matter. All that mattered was that her sister, her little sister, was dead and Petunia couldn't do anything about it. She was gone. Petunia felt helpless, so she wept.