My first ever real fanfiction. I personally really like this, but it's my "brainchild" so I'm awfully biased (my favorite term!) Let me know what you think! And read stuff by my friend Erin (theunluckymagician). It's all brilliant stuff. :)
"They took my sister away from me, somewhere that I couldn't follow her, like I had always done. I felt like Samwise Gamgee in The Lord of the Rings when he said 'Don't go where I can't follow.' But he got Frodo back. I didn't get Lily back."
Harry Potter sat in the living room of 4 Privet Drive in absolute shock. He had come to collect his things to never return again, and now his Aunt was baring her soul out to him. Not exactly what one would expect after all those years of neglect.
"Your world stole my best friend away and I could no longer confide in her, laugh with her, or even really relate to her anymore. We had both changed after she left for school. The changes were normal, we were growing up. But when we changed so drastically and were not used to each other being so different and it was simply...awkward." Petunia Dursley paused briefly to take a sip out of her teacup before she began again.
"I had always thought that emotions like sadness and grief make you weak. They humiliate you and tear you down. And so when Lily got that letter, I was sad and practically grieving. I turned it to anger, malice and hate. And soon the pretensions had become reality, and when she come to my doorstep, asking for shelter with you in her arms, I couldn't give that hate up."
As Harry thought he saw tears form in Petunia's eyes, they were gone again. "My dreams had been utterly destroyed the day she received that letter. I had always imagined Lily's and my children growing up as neighbours, and having Sunday dinner together for the rest of our lives. And I couldn't be with her when I died. In fact, I probably killed her." The tears really fell this time, leaving Harry not knowing what to do.
But Petunia got a hold of herself. "And then I turned that anger on you. Every time I looked at your eyes, I was haunted by visions of Lily. They way she looked when she got the letter, when she had brought your father home, when I had turned her away."
"Uh, Aunt Petunia, would it do you any good to tell me about the happy times you had with my mum?" Harry suggested. The now eighteen year old knew it was a corny line, but one could tell Petunia was a corny woman by looking at her decorating.
Nothing surprised Harry more than the nod she gave him as she began again....
BTW, this is a prologue to the main story, which is simply Petunia talking to Harry about Lily and her when they were younger. The fic should be under 10 chapters.
And for the Lord of the Rings ignorant, Samwise Gamgee has a beautiful line in The Return of the King where he says "Don't go where I can't follow!" to Frodo (who he thinks is dead. Its one of my favorite lines, and I couldn't help but see the comparisons in the situations.)
"They took my sister away from me, somewhere that I couldn't follow her, like I had always done. I felt like Samwise Gamgee in The Lord of the Rings when he said 'Don't go where I can't follow.' But he got Frodo back. I didn't get Lily back."
Harry Potter sat in the living room of 4 Privet Drive in absolute shock. He had come to collect his things to never return again, and now his Aunt was baring her soul out to him. Not exactly what one would expect after all those years of neglect.
"Your world stole my best friend away and I could no longer confide in her, laugh with her, or even really relate to her anymore. We had both changed after she left for school. The changes were normal, we were growing up. But when we changed so drastically and were not used to each other being so different and it was simply...awkward." Petunia Dursley paused briefly to take a sip out of her teacup before she began again.
"I had always thought that emotions like sadness and grief make you weak. They humiliate you and tear you down. And so when Lily got that letter, I was sad and practically grieving. I turned it to anger, malice and hate. And soon the pretensions had become reality, and when she come to my doorstep, asking for shelter with you in her arms, I couldn't give that hate up."
As Harry thought he saw tears form in Petunia's eyes, they were gone again. "My dreams had been utterly destroyed the day she received that letter. I had always imagined Lily's and my children growing up as neighbours, and having Sunday dinner together for the rest of our lives. And I couldn't be with her when I died. In fact, I probably killed her." The tears really fell this time, leaving Harry not knowing what to do.
But Petunia got a hold of herself. "And then I turned that anger on you. Every time I looked at your eyes, I was haunted by visions of Lily. They way she looked when she got the letter, when she had brought your father home, when I had turned her away."
"Uh, Aunt Petunia, would it do you any good to tell me about the happy times you had with my mum?" Harry suggested. The now eighteen year old knew it was a corny line, but one could tell Petunia was a corny woman by looking at her decorating.
Nothing surprised Harry more than the nod she gave him as she began again....
BTW, this is a prologue to the main story, which is simply Petunia talking to Harry about Lily and her when they were younger. The fic should be under 10 chapters.
And for the Lord of the Rings ignorant, Samwise Gamgee has a beautiful line in The Return of the King where he says "Don't go where I can't follow!" to Frodo (who he thinks is dead. Its one of my favorite lines, and I couldn't help but see the comparisons in the situations.)