A/N: A drabble.
Which of these three words do not apply to me, your humble fanfiction writer (hint)? 'Read,' 'write,' or 'own?' If you picked 'own,' you are correct.
o.o.o
He has Lily's eyes. They were the first thing I noticed when I found him on the doorstep – a young child with messy black hair – that boy's inheritance – and Lily's brilliant green eyes.
That, I think, made me hate our nephew more than everything else, including the fact that both of his parents were – well. Vernon and I don't say it.
But I knew that every time Harry looked at me, I would remember her, no matter what Vernon said. No matter how estranged we were, Harry survived where Lily did not, and for that, I can never forgive him.