Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter.

Petunia sulkily walked next door. Stupid Lily... silly little girl. She paused in front of the Dursleys' door. Perhaps she was the silly one, fussing over a 3-year-old toddler. Petunia shook her head of all doubts. It's Lily's fault, not hers, she confirmed.

Marge answered the doorbell. Vernon's sister was a little heavy for her age. Actually, that was a huge understatement. Yes, "huge" would be an adequate description. The 6-year-old girl weighed more than the average adult. Still, no one dared to make fun of her to her face. Marge had 3 vicious bulldogs trained to tear any enemies apart. Petunia was quite the opposite of huge. While Marge was reminiscent of a water balloon ready to burst, Petunia was what a twig would look like if it had sprouted limbs and a head of blonde hair. Petunia only dared to make fun of her friend's little sister when she was sure no outside ears could hear the insults. That included avoiding Vernon, too. He loved his sister unlike Petunia loved her own.

Petunia greeted Marge with a curt nod. Marge followed her to Vernon's room upstairs. Petunia hated being spied on, even though she did that a lot herself. She bribed the suspicious walking water balloon with a lasagna lollipop. It was the newest rage in Europe. Marge licked the revolting candy as if it was oasis water and she had been stuck in the desert for days. Her tongue did remind Petunia of a camel's. Petunia giggled. It made her feel better about her horrid sibling.

After a slobbering Marge left the room, Petunia proceeded to rant her little heart out to Vernon.

"That little worm of a baby should have never have been born!"

"Now calm down, 'Tunia..."

"Shut up! You don't know what it's like, having a wretch like that take everything away from you!"

Vernon sighed. "She can't be that bad?"

"You have no idea! There's something strange about her; the way she looks at you with those illuminating green eyes... I think she's possessed. How else could she have stolen my place from me?"

"Ummm...what's podessed mean?" Vernon was confused.

Now it was Petunia's turn to sigh. "It's possessed. It means there's something controlling her from the inside. Nancy Signarre, the movie star, used that word and I had to look it up. Honestly, don't you read Stardom City?"

Vernon just stared at her with his beady eyes. "No, but I read comics! They're funner than your boring celebirdy magazines, anyway!"

Lily pulled at her mother's hem. "Where's Petoo, Mommy?" Her mother smiled fondly at her younger daughter.

"She's next door, honey."

"Can I go see her?"

"No, I'm sorry dear. Why don't you go take a nap instead?"

"But I love my Petoo!"

"So sweet! Alright, I'll go take you to see her, OK?"

Petunia looked out the window and saw her mother and sister coming. "Why is she following me?!" she cried. "I hate her!" She blocked Vernon from the door. "Don't open it! I don't want to see her!" Vernon was clueless. He did not know whether to listen to his friend, or his mother who was asking him to open the door. Finally, he decided to go hide in his room. Vernon's mother came to open the door. Lily stood on the welcome mat with a big smile on her pink face.

"Petoo!" she squealed.

"Petoo" just scowled.

Before I forget, this is a solo fic by Fanasy, partner to Lane in the account of BloodyDice. You'd think that with this name, we'd do something gory. In due time... (evil laugh)