She couldn't really comprehend what had just happened. One minute, she was making breakfast for her husband and son with at least one relative alive and now here she was, walking down her road to God knows where with absolutely no relatives at all - not even by marriage.
She held the letter in a tight fist, the new parchment cutting into her pearly skin.
Dear Mrs Dursley,
We regret to inform you that late last night, the 31st of October 1981, your sister Lily Marie Evans Potter was brutally murdered by none other than the notorious Lord Voldemort.
There is to be a reading of the Potter's wills on the 10th of November at the Ministry of Magic. If you wish to attend, please enter by the visitor's entrance: a broken-down telephone box opposite the Broken Bell pub on Hardy Street.
Simply dial 62442 into the dial pad and follow the instructions.
There is also another matter in which your attention is needed. The Potter's son, Harry James Potter, survived the attack and as you are his only living relative you are, by law, his guardian.
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk,
Department of Magical Mysteries
Ministry of Magic
Petunia was completely alone now. The wind whipped around her fiercely, tugging at her clothes. She fell to her knees and scrunched the horrid letter up into a tiny ball and threw it across the playground.
Tears pooled down her cheeks, her breath ragged and tired. Petunia didn't care that she looked pathetic, she should've told Lily how she felt a long time ago. She missed her something bad, and now it was too late.
Ever since Lily had received her letter, Petunia had worn some kind of mask. She had kept cool all those years, remained stoic no matter what. It was time to take off her cool.
"Lily, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I never got the chance to meet Harry, and I'm sorry I was so rotten to you. You were right all along, I was jealous but I couldn't admit that could I? You know me. Please, Lils, forgive me. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to hurt you or spite you. I'm sorry for never saying sorry."
Pulling herself up, Petunia sighed and looked around. It was almost dinnertime and her boys needed food.
"I love you, Lily. And I really am truly sorry, for everything." She whispered. Petunia grabbed the parchment ball that the wind had so kindly returned to her. She glanced at it and, without so much as a thought, ripped Lily's name out of there. Petunia popped open the locket that hung around her neck and carefully slid the tiny slip in. She shut the locket with a click and let it hang off her neck.
She turned and ran down the road.
All that was left was a lonely parchment ball with weeping ink, being chucked around in the wind.
A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I've been wanting to write something similar to this for a while now.
Petunia as a character really interests me, not too sure why but something about her just makes me excited. Not really on ff, more in the books but there you go. I wrote one about her, so please review and tell me what you thought?
Love and hugs,
missgeorgeweasley
P.S Not too sure about Mafalda, but my internet died when I began to research it!
