Notes: Deathly Hallows spoilers. I just had this issue with Petunia not being portrayed enough. The book showed that she was jealous and angry, but I don't think that it showed how hurt she was. Also, I'm just assuming Petunia's older, although I don't think it matters. It's an incredibly short one-shot.
I'm feeling like it's now or never. Can I break the spell of the typical?
Petunia was jealous. She could feel her skin becoming hot and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. They were at King's Cross station, here to see Lily off to her new school. Petunia could feel burning tears welling in her eyes.
"Tuney," Lily pleaded with her sister. "Please. Don't be angry at me. Please." A tear rolled down Lily's cheek, which only made Petunia angrier. Lily had no right to be upset. Lily got to be part of a world where magic was everywhere, where it actually existed. Petunia had dreamed about that kind of world since she was little. She had wanted to be something more than ordinary. And now her sister, her pretty, sweet, friendly sister, got what should have been her's.
Petunia turned away from Lily. She heard her walk away after hugging their parents. Petunia watched the scarlet Hogwarts Express leave the station and only when it was gone did she allow the tears to fall down her face.
Back in the car, Petunia occupied the back seat alone. Glancing at her parents to make sure they weren't looking, Petunia pulled a thick envelope out of her pocket. She stared at the green ink in which her name was written. The envelope had been delivered by owl a week ago and it had broken Petunia's heart.
When Petunia learned that her sister would be attending Hogwarts, a school where she would learn magic, Petunia had felt happy. Finally, she knew, her magic existed. She could go a learn there too. They had only made a mistake not sending her a letter. So she wrote to a man called Dumbledore, the Headmaster, telling him that he must have forgotten her. But the reply had hurt more than anything in the world.
The reply letter said that, no, he had not made a mistake. It said that he was very sorry, but she just didn't have the qualities they were looking for. She wasn't magical.
The car pulled into the driveway of a two story house. Petunia leapt out of the car, almost before it even stopped. She ran up the stairs and slammed the door to her room.
Petunia was jealous and angry and hurt. But most of all, most heart-breaking of all, she was ordinary.
End.