A/N: So, this is a slightly angsty Petunia POV. My friend made a one-shot like this, and I wanted to try one too, so here is my attempt, however pathetic it may be. I was wondering why Petunia was so mean to young Harry even though she seemed like a nice person deep down. The letter she talks about is the one Dumbly leaves for her…and…yeah…any other questions can go in a review!

Drabble for sure, since it's only 461 words.

Complete narrative. No dialogue.

You know what to do guys, please R and R.

The Pain, the Hate that Feeds

Life is a funny thing.

You live, you grow up, and you die.

And then what?

Is life just over?

There are some things I just don't understand.

This situation for example.

I just don't understand it!

Why is this even happening in the first place?

I knew they were in trouble. I knew that they were risking their lives. So how did I let this happen?

I got the letter. It was meant to explain everything…but it just confused me even more.

I'm not slow. I'm not retarded.

But I don't understand it.

When she, my sister, my role model, married him, I was happy. She was in love; deep, true, passionate love.

But it was just something else that she had that I didn't.

So I got married as well.

A little lesson, don't get married to someone if you're not in deep, true, passionate love. Now, I love my husband, I really do, but Lily always said it, and it's sad that I'm just seeing it-but I deserve better.

Then she got pregnant, and I was ecstatic! A little nephew, just for me! Lily was so happy; she had this glow around her. She was nine-teen years old, had a steady job, a perfect husband, a number of mansions all in her name, and a baby. And I was jealous.

So I got pregnant as well.

I told her that it was just a coincidence, a mistake. I was eight-teen, lived in the little house that my parents had, and was married to someone I didn't love with all of my heart. And I was pregnant.

To put it bluntly, I was miserable. Pregnancy sucks, the morning sickness, the mood swings, and the labor? Ugh. I didn't have the same experience that she had.

And I always wanted it.

After she had her baby; she was forced into hiding. I would talk to her on the phone, and I could just tell that she was dying from it. Lily was never one to take anything sitting down. She wanted out, wanted to fight, but she would do anything for her family, and she knew that this would keep them safe.

They were in hiding for a year.

And then they weren't hiding anymore.

Lily and James were killed on October 31, 1981.

I don't know the specifics; I just know what I was told—that the man they had been hiding from had gotten information on their whereabouts. He gave them no mercy…just…killed.

But he didn't succeed.

He didn't even want them; he wanted the baby, my nephew.

And he couldn't do it.

My sister, my best friend, my role model, my flesh and blood, was killed for no reason.

And it's all his fault.

Harry Potter will pay.