A/N: This is the story of Lily Evans from the perspective of Petunia. R & R xxx
My whole life I was always second-best.

To a freak.
Namely my witch sister Lily.

The thing is when we were younger, we were more than sisters. We were best friends. That was until I turned 12. On her 10th birthday, she started hanging out with that creepy boy from Spinners' End. He started calling her all of this horrible names and I wanted to protect her. However the owl came three weeks later, and Mum said she was going with that Snape creep to learn magic tricks. I was no longer the shining star of the family, she was the magical, pretty girl who went to a magic school for extra talented FREAKS!
I'm not going to lie, of course I wanted to go, but also wanted to protect her. She was my sister after all.

I was no longer special when Lily was at home. Still, after she left, it was all about Lily.

On my birthday, it was sad because Lily wasn't there to celebrate with us.
When I got my first boyfriend, Lily already had one, and he was hot and magical!

So when it came to marriage, I was going to be first, to show that I was worth caring about too. I was going to be the best, for once! So I flirted and openly dropped hints, and in a month I was engaged. To Vernon Dursley. I didn't even know his middle name until the wedding day. I pretended to love him, and after a while I think I did.

I had a son first too, but only Mum and Dad came to the hospital. Lily's baby went in the newspaper, and people came from all over the town to see her baby.

Then she died and I felt bad for her son, but certainly not bad enough to take him in. She was the kind one, the beautiful one and one everyone mourned. When I died, I knew it would be an empty funeral. With Harry, it was always Lily who was the hero, the martyr.

Everyone seems to think that I wanted her dead, that I didn't care.

She was my sister.
I loved her.

The day after she died, I spent the day in bed. I didn't cry, because I felt like I lost Lily Evans long ago. She became Lily Potter, beautiful witch and heroine. I love to draw, you know. Portraits and landscapes. I'm smart too, I passed my exams with flying colours whereas Lily came home with a bunch of random letters as her qualifications and dip-dyed red and purple hair. No one even looked at my letters when I got my results.

I'm going to be honest: I was jealous. We had a meal with her and her husband before her freak son was born. Her husband was AMAZING, though I never tell her that. The thing I was most envious of was how much he adored her. When she was talking, (which was rare as we spent most of the meal in awkward silence) he looked like she was the only thing keeping him alive, like he was feeding off her words. Adoration shone in his eyes and of course I was jealous. Vernon never looked at me like that, not even after I had Dudley.

So all my life I was always second-best.
And it hurt.