Title: Tunia
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Go me.
Date: Sunday, February 10
Summary: Two sisters meet again. In a place where time means nothing.
Notes: Spontaneous stories rock.
Quiet.
That was the only way she could describe it. Her current setting could be described, she supposed, but the only thing she could make out was the silence.
And she didn't like it.
She felt glued to the ground, as if she was waiting for something, but she most certainly had forgotten what.
She didn't like that, either.
She shivered slightly, her hands coming to rest on her bony shoulders.
She spun quickly, looking around in panic.
Someone was watching her.
"Petunia."
The woman squeaked and jumped, whirling around to face the newcomer.
"Whoever you are, I want you to stop with this freakishness!"
No one was there.
Petunia bit her lip.
She was scared.
"Who's there?" She pleaded. Her hands moved to hug herself.
"Do you remember, Pet?" Mrs. Dursley stiffened, "You're old, now. Aren't you?"
The air in front of her turned into a mist, hazing the scene. A figure stepped from it.
Petunia's lip trembled as her sister stepped in front of her.
Lily quietly assessed her older sister; her eyes flickered back and forth.
"You. You look the same as you did that summer." Petunia's mouth worked without her knowledge.
"Hmm, I expect I do. People don't age here, Petunia. I've really only aged about twp or three years since you last saw me." Lily's voice echoed through the hallway."Am I…dead?" Petunia whispered.
"Yes, you are."
The elderly woman sat on the bench with a thump. She didn't ask how the bench had appeared behind her.
"You must hate me."
Lily didn't answer for a long time. When she did, she sat down next to her sister.
"I don't think I could ever hate you, Tunia."
Petunia's laugh reverberated through hall.
"I used to yell at you for that name." Her hand touched her face, feeling the moistness streaking down her cheek.
Lily smiled softly, "And, I believe you used to chase me downstairs whacking me, with that pillow of yours, too."
Petunia's smile didn't reach her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Lily."
Lily's shoulders shook slightly at her words. She looked away.
"You, you must think I'm so terrible. I know you'd have never treated Dudders like that."
"I can't say I disagree with you. But I think…I forgive you. Because if I didn't, then it would seem as if I was ungrateful. You never hurt him, and more than once you stopped Vernon. I can't say I'm happy with Harry's childhood, though. I'd be lying."
Petunia looked down at her wrinkled hands. She glanced up at her sister's smooth face.
She hesitated slightly, before raising her hand to rest it on Lily's cheek.
"That's more than I can ask for, Lils. I don't deserve it."
"No, I suppose you don't." Was the answer.
Petunia lowered her hand as if stung. She turned away.
The two sat in silence for a while. Neither spoke.
"Lily, it's time to go."
Lily looked up and smiled.
Petunia lip trembled as she looked at the young handsome face. The one that her nephew had inherited.
Lily stood, but turned around to look at Petunia.
Their eyes met.
Petunia flinched. Harry had his mother's eyes. She could always see the emotion in them.
Petunia looked away at the same time as her sister.
"Good luck, Petunia."