Petunia was alone, in a small, windowless room. It was defiantly a few steps down from her neat house. She didn't like it, but understood why she was there. It was terrible to be in hiding, it made her feel like a criminal. Those two -people- had made this undetectable, or so they said. The only way they could leave was through a heavy disguise and even then, the people thought it would be best if they left using something that made them someone else. Petunia was worried about Harry, about what he was going to face. No, wait, she only thought he was a waste of space, didn't she?

It was an average morning, on an average day. Petunia went outside to pick up the milk. Instead of milk, there was a tiny baby, with a full head of messy, black hair. After she recovered from shock, she picked up the little bundle and spied a thick envelope. Petunia would recognize that stamp anywhere. She thrust the little bundle into Vernon's hands, much to his surprise. Petunia read the letter at top speed, she was holding back sobs. Her sister, her sweet little flower was dead. She pretended she hated Lily and she was jealous of her, but never had she ever wanted Lily dead. Petunia thought Lily would be safe with magic, but remembered that the other side had it too. A long while later, Vernon left. He had taken Dudley to a sitter and headed off for work. Little Harry was fast asleep. Everything about him looked like Lily's good for nothing husband. His black hair would probably become untidier with age. Even the shape of his face and lips, all him. This baby was all she had left of Lily. He was going to be just as strange. Maybe she could squash the magic out of him. Her sister's abnormal abilities put her in danger and in the end, cost her life. Petunia didn't want Harry to go the same way. Even if he did look like that awful Potter. He would probably act the same to. Soon, all her thoughts began to swirl and a happy feeling bubbled in her chest. He had Lily's eyes.

Petunia was home, watching Harry. Vernon had gone out with Dudley to batting cages, for some male bonding time. 3 year old Harry was sitting on a stool, in the corner. This was a rare moment for Petunia to go somewhere. The problem was, Mrs. Figg was out today. Petunia didn't know another day she could go. She would just have to take Harry.

"Get in the car." Petunia barked. Harry promptly jumped off the stool, running outside. Petunia buckled him into a child seat, sat up front, and started the car. The pair rode in silence for several miles. Harry couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, timidly.

"You'll see." Petunia pulled into a flower shop. Soon, Harry and her were inside. Petunia noticed Harry's confused expression. She gave an encouraging smile, paying for her flowers. She left the flower shop with an even more confused Harry.

"What are the flowers for?" Petunia didn't answer, he would find out soon enough.
Petunia finally parked, walking in silence. She trudged through the frost covered grass, sensible shoes keeping her feet warm. At last they reached the spot. Petunia lovingly laid down the lilies and petunias.

"Harry, say hello to your mommy and daddy."

"Where are they?" Harry could only see a big rock with letters on it that he couldn't yet read.
Petunia took a shaky breath.

"There gone, but here is what remains of them."

"Why did they go?" Petunia knew he would ask this question, she just hoped it would be later. He wasn't old enough to understand and had to be protected. She would just have to make something up, something he had a possibility of understanding.

"It was Halloween night and your mommy and daddy wanted to take you for a drive. A very bad, aggressive driver hit your car head on. Your daddy had to go first; he didn't have anything to protect himself with. Your mommy had a chance to stay, but she protected you. So they can't be here for you right now, but you can talk to them." Petunia sniffed, after he was 11, she would tell him the truth.

"Hi mommy, hi daddy, I'm Harry and I'm 3 years old. I know why you had to leave but I wish you didn't. I love you." Harry kissed the headstone and hugged it. "Will I ever see them?"

"Some day, I promise." Harry smiled and began wandering back to the car. Petunia kneeled on the grass. "Hi little Lily bug, it's your big sister Tuny. I can't believe you've been gone for two years. I really miss you. I know I've said some mean things to you and I'm really sorry about that. I was just jealous. Your son is really special. The other day he opened up a flower that was covered in frost, sort of like you did. I'm sorry I'm trying to keep magic from him, but I don't want him to go the same way. I haven't been the best care taker, but Vernon is afraid of magic. He doesn't seem to like Harry. I know I'm being selfish, but Vernon is my one link back. He's my rock and I can't lose him. I'll try my best and happy birthday, my little flower." Petunia walked away, trying hard to stop the tears. Pretending she didn't care was hardening her, she could feel it. Maybe some day she could show her love to Harry, in a way he deserved.

Harry was 5 years old and was back from his first day of school. His teacher had called and told Petunia that Harry had trouble seeing the board. He also had a problem seeing his work sheets. That was why, as soon as he came home, she dropped Dudley off at a friends and put Harry in the car. An eye doctor visit was necessary and she would tell Vernon later.

"Where are we going?" Harry wondered, squinting out the window.

"We're going to the eye doctor." Petunia replied. She saw Harry stop squirming in the back seat.

"Are my eyes sick? Are they gonna fall out?!" Harry looked panicked. Petunia barely suppressed a giggle.

"No Harry, your eyes aren't going to fall out."

"Than why am I seeing a doctor?"

"You were sort of correct. Your eyes work differently than other peoples. You can't see things too close or too far. This doctor is going to check your eyes and give you glasses."

"But I don't want glasses!" His lip was jutting out and his arms were crossed.

"Why not? You'll actually be able to see."

"No one I know wears glasses."

"Your daddy wore glasses."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Than I guess I could try them." He looked a great deal happier than he did earlier. They strode into the eye doctor's office and were seen right away. Harry looked really scared when he was in the chair, about to get drops. Petunia followed her instincts, instead of fighting them, and held Harry's hand. Harry stopped whimpering and calmed down. A small showcase of love went a long way.

Petunia was working hard on baking. Yet again, she had burned another batch of Christmas cookies. Trying to plan the annual Dursley Christmas Eve party was already stressful. To top it off, none of Vernon's relatives ever helped with anything. Petunia had to do a million things at once. She let out a frustrated sigh.

"Is there anything I can help with?" 10 year old Harry wondered. Petunia blinked in surprise.

"Sure, you can make the cookies while I prepare the turkey." Petunia said, moving over to give Harry room. Harry turned down the heat on the oven and started mixing ingredients.

"Why did you turn down the heat?"

"It was on 525 degrees and the cookies should be cooked on 325." Petunia slapped her forehead in a very un-Petuniaish manner. In her sleep deprived state, she hit the 5 instead of the 3.

"I see, carry on than." With Harry's help the turkey was ready, cookies done and frosted, along with other courses. There was enough time left over to decorate the house. In fact, Petunia had time to relax before the guests started arriving. Once the guests arrived, Harry served the food. The biggest hit were the cookies. One guest commented on her cooking skills.

"Why thank you, I guess cooking just runs in the family." Petunia responded, winking at Harry.

No Petunia supposed Harry wasn't a waste of space, he was her sweet Lily flower's son.