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DISCLAIMER: I do not and will not ever own Holly—er—Harry Potter.
Petunia Evans Dursley was brooding, which she hardly ever did. Usually, she was sweet-talking Dudley, talking to Vernon or Holly, or spying on the neighbors. But now, she was thinking hard. Nearly 10 years had passed since that day. The day she broke down on her front doorstep. She sat up straight. It was 6 AM in the morning, and Vernon was snoring next to her like a foghorn. It wasn't really helping to collect her thoughts. Quietly, she slipped out to the bathroom, and remembered, with a pang, how Lily had always sneaked up behind her, and scare her half to death. In her sweet innocent way, of course. That was another reason why Petunia had detested Lily. Petunia had never been sweet. Or innocent, for that matter. Petunia was always the protector and leader of Lily.
But she wasn't here to think about Lily. No, she was thinking about Holly. Then she remembered, when she was little, when Lily had told her she didn't like her name. "Lilies die after a day or two," she had said. "I wish I had a name that would last longer. I wish I had the name Holly." But Petunia thought Lily had the most wonderful name in the world. Much better than Petunia. Petunia sounded prissy and ugly. Oh yes, that was another reason she was jealous of Lily. She had always been prettier, had a better name. And she always seemed like she was so selfless. Petunia supposed that was the reason her parents loved Lily so much more than her. It wasn't fair. But then again, it wasn't fair that Lily had been killed by some crazy powerful guy. Petunia buried her head in her hands. No. NO! Think about Holly. Where's your sense of self-respect? She told herself.
When Holly had arrived, Petunia had found it was extremely easy to take care of her. The girl had been the most interested in bubbles. If you handed her a bubble blower she could probably be occupied with the better of an hour. Little did Petunia know that it was the last act ever performed by Holly's father before he died. Not that Petunia would ever say she was glad because Dudley took up her whole attention span. However, it was a different story when Dudley tried to whack or pinch Holly. The girl somehow made Dudley whimper every time. Petunia never saw how, and Vernon got really mad.
Then, when Holly was three, Petunia decided the move her out of the bedroom. When Vernon tried to get her into the closet beneath the stairs though, Holly had screamed louder than Dudley. Vernon complained of deafness 3 days afterwards. Needless to say, she got a small room of her own. Then Dudley had wanted a large bedroom to himself. Petunia had gladly given it to him, but then when Dudley threw a tantrum because he wanted a second bedroom, the stare Holly gave Dudley might've vaporized him. Holly was sent to her bedroom for a day. And Dudley never did get his second bedroom.
As Holly grew up, she grew more and more like Lily. Long red curls fell past her shoulder. Petunia had always envied that red hair. But when she told Lily that, Lily had smiled and told Petunia she wanted the blond straight hair Petunia had. Now, the only part of Holly's hair that wasn't identical to Lily was the bangs that hung over her eyes. Probably from her father. She also had hazel eyes—but in the exact shape of Lily's eyes. And Petunia found it harder and harder as Holly grew up to be strict to Holly. She found herself…liking Holly. The girl liked to climb up trees and read all day. And she was quite nice. Even Vernon sometimes grunted thanks to Holly when she made his eggs just the way he liked.
There was one thing, though. Dudley treated Holly like the TV. And that was really something. It meant that he was nicer to her than his parents. Though it was probably because he was terrified of her, though. He skirted around her at all times. Every time he spoke to her, he spoke respectfully, eyes cast downward. Petunia suspected why. One day, when both of them were six, the two of them had been hissing at each other for a "showdown" of some sort. She had dismissed it as some silly Teen Titans or whatever TV show saying, but the day afterward, Dudley complained of an extremely sore stomach, and she noticed a bruise on his cheek. Holly, however, had given her a radiant smile and Petunia noticed that she had no marks at all.
Now, Petunia sat in the bathroom, watching the sun rise. Vernon, on that first day when Holly came, suggested getting the magic out of her. Petunia did hate magic. She still hated Lily for being able to use it. But that idea was too barbaric. And she had never had the heart to try to force the magic out of Holly. So she knew there'd be a letter soon. Her heart sank. Owls tainting her kitchen floor. Having to explain everything to Holly.
Petunia's chin thrust up. She would NOT give in. She didn't care about Holly that much, right? If that school came, THEY would explain it to her. Holly would just have to deal for it. And so Petunia Evans Dursley got up, dusted herself off, put on her make-up, and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Ooh. A longer chapter! Sorry to keep you guys waiting for a day or two. Lol. Anyways, tell me your favorite Harry Potter character!
Btw, sorry for Holly not making an appearance. But this summary hopefully cleared some issues up! Next up: Holly at the Zoo. Stay tuned, and please, please still review!!!