No One Knew

AN:
Here I am again, in my endless quest for flames!!!
Depending on your point of view, this may or may not be an AU.
I don't own HP.
Read and enjoy. Review or flame. I don't care which, though i'd prefer one over the other...
No one knew, and I had forgotten. And I had forgotten that I had wanted to forget. And because I had forgot, I despised.

Oh how I loathe myself now that I remember, and everyone knows. Or at least everyone that matters. There are things that I am not proud of, mostly in the time of my self-inflicted partial amnesia. I remembered my family and details of them, but I had created a new life filling the one I wanted to forget.

My wonderful sister, so good with charms. She granted me my wish even if she disagreed with my decision. I loved her so much, she was like a mother to me after our parents had died. Sure, she was only a year older than I was, but nevertheless she was my surrogate mother.

Ah, everyone thought that I was the older sister, with my cold demeanor and closed emotions. Everyone up until Nathaniel. He was my first love, my first fiancé, my first… well… no need to go that far. We met in school, and I know he rolled over in his freshly dug grave when I asked my sister to do me one last favor. He died in the war. He was so brave. He didn't have much sense in his thick skull, but he was brave, kind, and noble, and I loved him for all of his shortcomings.

When I compare him to my soon to be ex-husband, I can't see how I came to love my husband. He's the complete opposite of my Nathaniel.

It was all because my sister had to carry out my wishes, my wishes that were sprung from grief. First my roommate, who committed suicide after her family became casualties of the war, and then my fiancé.

I asked my sister to cast a memory charm upon me and send memory charms through the mail to anyone I had talked to erasing my memory from the Wizarding world. She left in a trigger, to restore my memory if I was ever in danger with the key word being 'Voldemort'. She also placed a spell on me that would hide any powers my children would have keeping me from the Wizarding world that way as well. She did everything I asked, though she cried as she did it. She did it willingly and out of love. But nothing comes without a price, not even something done out of love.

I heard once, that powerful memory charms could alter a person's mind. But I did not know that the alteration could be so pronounced. I turned my back on what I was, am, and hated my sister. I strived to sever all connections to her but that wouldn't be the case. She died and left me with her son. I despised her son for the same reason I despised her.

I locked him away and kept the truth from him. And then he was the one who broke the memory charm on me. It completely reversed my personality yet again. And I remembered. And I regretted.

I, Petunia Dursley, former Hufflepuff student remembered and had to confess what I did. I was a witch who ran away from the war and left my sister and nephew to finish it alone.
AN:
Completely Rough draft...
Though if anyone likes this topic... i might type up the real story... (yup, this is just me trying to break through my writers block by writing my fics in different ways)
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