Disclaimer: All characters involved do not belong to me, but to the great JK Rowling. I hope she doesn't sue me.
Petunia Dursely looked out of the window, arching her rather long neck. Staring, she did not see that Mrs. So and so was scolding her daughter, or that Mdm. Keely was bathing her pet poodle. Instead, her eyes saw things long past.
She saw her life flash past. Her peering over the crib to see her new baby sister, Lily. Lily. From that time on it had been just Lily, Lily, Lily. Whenever they had to take turns, it was Lily's turn first. The bigger slice of cake was hers too. "Give way to your younger sister, Petunia," her mother would always say.
But she still could have loved her if it one point had not struck a really sore point. When Lily received the letter to Hogwarts, she had known, that once again, she had been pushed aside. *it could have been me, only if she wasn't born...* Again, she felt the same twinge of pain wring at her heartstrings.
Resuming her thoughts, she carried on. From then on, her life had gone wrong. Who cared about "Petunia" when the perfect "Lily" was around. Oh no, Lily wasn't perfect, but the faults, things like quick-temperedness were more attractive than repulsive. She had strived to attain the unattainable to her, only to have Lily come along three years later, only to do it with a swish of her perfect red hair.
With great bitterness, she thought of the time when Mike, the most popular boy in school, had followed her home. Later she found out that he only had done so as he had heard that she had a younger sister, pretty and fun. She thought she would die when she found out. It was not her fault that she had been "blessed" with every horrible physical and personality trait from her parents.
When finally, Vernon Dursely had taken to her like a dyspeptic pig, she had readily agreed to be his girlfriend. Anything to avoid the shame of being the only girl in school with no boyfriend. Later she married him, a step taken that she would regret all her life.
So when her baby was born, she turned all her thwarted love onto him. Dear Dudley was the only thing she really held dear now. A slight smile played on her lips, as she thought of her son. And...and then Harry came. Come to think of it, she did not really hate him. It was just that his eyes, a piercing green. Lily's one feature that stood her out. It brought back the past she wanted to have no part in.
She crumpled up, aching to cry. But she mustn't. She had to hold up the mask, no matter how hard it was to do so. Play the part of a doting mother, beloved wife, hated aunt. She turned her eyes, burning as she could not cry, to the heavens. In a seeming gesture of pleading. Why did Lily have to torture her so, even though she was cold in her grave?
OK, I know that was kind of sappy, but please, review! It will make my day... It being my very first fan-fic ever. Please don't flame. Do you know how much courage it took for me to post this up?
(alors I am an author!)