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Sorry for any spelling errors, I wrote this on my phone :/
Petunia Dursley was always the other Evans sister.
When Petunia was seven, and Liy was five, Lily started at primary school, two years below Petunia. And everyone loved her, teachers, friends, friends parents- even though they had never liked Petunia. And Petunia's teacher would always ask about Lily, always tell her how all the other teachers spoke most highly of her.
How she was dull, average, Petunia. And all the achievements pinned onto the noticeboard or the fridge were Lily's, never Petunia's. All the pictures on the mantle piece were of Lily, not Petunia.
So Petunia endured the next four years at primary school in her younger sister's shadow.
And then she moved up to the local secondary school, where Lily was no longer a problem. Where Petunia became popular again, were teachers didn't constantly compare her to her younger sister. Petunia loved it, the way she could feel the centre of attention again, as her parents fussed over her uniform on picture day, and ironed her blazer for her.
But all good things must come to an end.
It was just after Lily turned eleven. About to join Petunia in secondary school, abouy to become the centre of attention all over again. It was just after Lily turned eleven that she got that letter.
An owl. In the kitchen. Petunia hated birds.
And Lily had befriended that damned Snape boy, and they had gone to the freak school to do magic.
The freak school that, secretly, Petunia had longed to attend.
Lily had married.
James Potter, whom Petunia thought as slightly handsome, despite herself. And at Lily's wedding, no one noticed Petunia, sulking in the corner.
As per usual.
So when Vernon came along, normal, charming Vernon, Petunia hadn't hesitated to accept the proposal.
But the only Evans relatives at the wedding were Lily and her husband. And even they didn't want to be there, Petunia knew.
So Petunia had blocked Lily from her life. They both had sons, got on with their lives.
Until the boy, Harry, was found on the doorstep. And despite the hatred for Lily, Petunia took him in. And upon doing so, she realised something.
Her sister, her shining star of a sister, was dead.
And Petunia cried, for the first time in a long time. She had no choice, and took the boy in. By seeing him, it reminded her of Lily, and Petunia wished her sister could have seen her son, Harry.