A/N: I am writing this for the challenge "Can you make it to the end?" and all the parts will go in this story. I will not abandon any of my other stories, but this, i need to complete.

Challenge-Can you make it to the end challenge

Round 1

Prompt-Petunia Dursley

Words-471

She watched the garden of 4, Privet Drive. A garden she had loved and tended for years. A garden in which she had forced her nephew to work in hope that maybe he may become normal. She never planted a Lily there-no, Petunia Dursley never planted a Lily in her garden.

People had called her jealous-yes, she was jealous. Why wouldn't she be, when her sister got o do all great things with just a wand and she just remained a normal muggle? Every time Lily would come home with a new story of her world and her parents would laugh and comment. They never really listened to her story-how she scored a perfect A or how Jimmy Piers fell down the stairs.

But that didn't mean she didn't love Lily. Her Lily. Her baby sister. The one she had played with, the one she had taught and the one she had laughed with. Maybe, if that boy, Snape, had never come she would have not been so repelled by the idea of Hogwarts and magic. Maybe, things would have been different.

Petunia watched as the last piece of furniture was carried out of the house. Her house-the house she had lived in, the place she had actually called home. All because of the freak.

She didn't always hate him-no, when he was just an orphan who was left on her doorstep, she had tended him, allowed him to play with Dudley and even carried him. But within a month, he showed his freakishness. She didn't want anything of that sort to affect her own child, and so she threw the boy in the cupboard under the stairs, hoping he would never affect her family.

But he did, and now they had to go somewhere far off to protect her family.

She feels as he walks through the door and looks at her.

"I have lived in this house for 20 years and now in a single night I am expected to leave."

"They'll torture you," She hears a small hint of pain in his voice. "if they think for a moment you know where I'm going. They'll stop at nothing."

Petunia turned to look at Harry and said, "Do you think I don't know what they are capable of?"

Taking a deep breath, she said what she had bottled up inside her for years. "You didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow you know." She looked Harry into the eye and said, "I lost a sister."

She turned and left, without looking back and leaving. If protecting the boy was what lily died for, maybe Petunia could leave her comfort and go away to protect her sister's last wishes.