Dudley Dursley came to visit her the next morning. He was married now, in his early sixties. He had two children of his own, both fat and chunky, like him and his wife. It didn't matter how many times Petunia told him he'll have problems from being obese, he still gained at least two more pounds a month.
Dudley never went to see his mother, his wife was prude and arrogant, didn't like Petunia much. Either way, Dudley was still her little boy, and he had made a few visits since she landed herself in the hospital. Today was different though, something seemed wrong.
Her son sat in the chair, stared at her with sad eyes, and held her hand in his, "I talked to the doctors today mom, asked them how you were doing and all. They said it didn't look good- told me you had about a week left. Maybe two."
Petunia looked at her son, and squeezed his hand. She broke eye contact with him, and looked up at the ceiling. She didn't want to go, not just yet- she had things she wanted to do. But only a week to live? She looked at her son, and breathed deeply, "Can I see the grand kids again? One last time Dudley, please?"
He nodded, "I have to go, I'll bring them around in a few days." He kissed his mother on the forehead, and whispered goodbye.
Petunia was all alone, again. Like so many times before. Alone at home during the day when Dudley was at pre-school, when Vernon was at work. She seemed alone, but was she really?
The vacuum was loud, as the floor bush was pushed back and forth, sucking away the dirt. Turning the Vacuum off, she sat down in a chair. Wishing she had a cold glass of water. These were the times she hated being a house wife.
She felt so lonely with put someone with her in the house. Vernon was out working, and Dudley was at pre-school. Breathing hard, she got up and went to place the vacuum back into it proper place. Still wishing for some company.
Petunia put the vacuum away and went into the kitchen to make some lunch. She was faced with a horrible mess. Harry Potter stood there, covered in flower. "I only wanted to help Aunt P." His voice was shaky.
Petunia was outraged. She had just spent hours cleaning the house, and now she had to spend another two hours re-cleaning the kitchen. "HARRY. LOOK AT THE MESS YOU HAVE MADE. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM." Her voice echoed off the walls of the house.
Harry Potter ran away, crying.
Petunia's old body sighed. She spent countless feeling sorry for herself, but there it was, the solution. After all these years she was just figuring it out. Life could've been so much better, for her and the boy.
Petunia thought it was funny, how you release the mistakes you've made, more then ever, when you were dying.
AN: Its has been brought to my attention that I had a math/age error, thaks to riegert8 for pointing itout.I fixed it, hopefully everything fits into place. Again, I may re-write this chapter, who knows. Review please : )