A/N: Written for Cheeky Slytherin Lass's "Can You Make it to the End" Challenge. Round One, 2/2: drabble under 500 words about Petunia Dursley,
After Dudley was dropped off at his friend's house and she'd set Harry to the gardening, Petunia slipped quietly up to her bedroom. Her head had been pounding all day.
She lay down on her pristinely made bed, closing her eyes and drifting slowly from consciousness.
She was nine years old, walking down the hall of her house. She could see all the details- the white doors, the grey carpeting, even the pictures hanging on the wall. She knocked on the door that was right at the top of the staircase- a piece of paper hung there labelled it as LILY"S ROOM in big, pink letters- the sloppy handwriting of a six-year-old.
Behind the door was a girl with long, red hair in perfect waves and bright green eyes that lit up when she saw what Petunia was holding. "Tuney! It's so pretty!"
"I made it for you," she murmured, placing the wreath of flowers on her sister's head.
Lily wrapped her arms around her enthusiastically. "You're the best sister ever!" she whispered, and they were both smiling.
She awoke from a start. If anything, her short nap had only made her feel worse. She hadn't thought of her childhood in a long time- how had it all been so clear?
Sighing, she looked around her bedroom. Gorgeous floral duvet, Egyptian cotton sheets, hardwood floors. The gold rings on her finger, the dress she was wearing. She had certainly come a long way from her parents' little house in Cokeworth. Truly, good fortune had fallen into her lap.
With a shiver, she rolled over, hoping to fall back to sleep.