Erm...hi. This is my first fanfiction. I wrote this quite some time ago, but I thought it was a good bit of work, so I put it on here. The title was inspired by All The Boys That I've Loved Before, except I changed it a bit :). So... out with my rambling and I'll let you read now. Anything else I need to say? Ah yes!
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything witty to say about me NOT owning Harry Potter, so let's just say that all I own is my computer, some books and a pencil case.
I Hope You Enjoy My Story!
All Those Things That I Wish I Could Change
Why can't I change after all these years?
Why can't I change my ways?
I find it so strange after all these years
I'm still more or less the same
-Passenger, Why I Can't Change-
All Petunia Dursley felt when she saw that dreadful letter tucked into the baby boy's blanket was regret and nothing short of heartbreak. It had started when Lily had got that dratted letter inviting her to some magic school called Hogwarts. She knew from the very beginning that this weird wizarding world would kill her sister. But she was jealous, too jealous of precious Lily and how much attention she got from their parents. She knew that she should have put a stop to it as she wanted to.
When precious Lily wrote to their parents about her freak school, they had gushed and fretted and laughed. But Petunia, too full of jealousy to care anything less about her sister, lurked in her room and didn't bother to come and reply to Lily. She was a freak. Freak, freak, freak. A freak that used to play with you... said a sly voice in her head. Petunia pushed that voice away. But deep inside, she knew that it was right and that she should have written back.
When precious Lily brought home her perfect boyfriend for him to meet her parents, Lily and that boy had smiled and stolen kisses when they thought nobody was watching. But Petunia was watching, alright, and she was too riddled with hatred and envy to care about which stupid boyfriend Lily brought home. Vernon Dursley was a nice man, but perfect little Lily always got the best of everything, she did. Looks like he's never combed his hair before and smells like a stag. No good for Lily. She knew that she should have put a stop to Lily and that Potter Boy's relationship at the start.
When precious Lily had given birth to her first child, Petunia ignored her invites to tea and baby photos. After all, she didn't want Dudley mixing with that lot. Petunia remembered ripping up a photo of that messy-haired baby. Freak, she had muttered. Dudley chewed a brick and looked up at Petunia with little interest. She knew then that she should have replied to Lily's letters after all.
And now precious Lily and her perfect husband had died protecting their son. They had left their baby boy with Petunia and Vernon. With one look at the boy's emerald green eyes, which would haunt her until the day she died, Petunia felt hot tears slide down her horse-like face and knew that she should have been nicer to Lily.
She should have bothered to know her better.
She should have been a better sister to her.
And most of all, she should have thought of rekindling her relationship with her.
Because now it was too late.
How was it? Constructive criticism is supported! I know that it's a bit short, but from now I'll try to make my fic's longer. I may write another one next week, but don't count on it :). Please review and tell me what I can improve on. It would make my day! Thanks again for reading my fanfic and I hope that you all have a happy day! Bye-xx ~ProudToBeAGryffindor