Feather Two
"There was an attack," Siobhan murmured, turning her eyes away from her aunt. "Dumbledore, some of our muggle-born classmates, and a few of the professors where killed. It will probably disappoint you and Uncle Vernon that I was one of the students almost killed." The teen shivered faintly, but Petunia's eyebrows were drawn together in confusion.
"Why would we be disappointed?" Please don't say what I think you mean . . .
"I didn't die. I know you both hate me and want me gone."
Petunia felt tears prick at her eyes as she opened her mouth to retort, but she stopped. What had they done to refute that, after all? They had always insisted that Siobhan was a burden, that she wasn't worth the clothes on her back. They treated her almost as badly as lepers were in the old days, even after she had saved Dudley's immortal soul.
Disgust roiled in the woman's gut, suddenly realizing what harm they had wrought upon their own blood.
