Mr and Mrs Dursley were simple people. They had a ripe young son who they adored, they had a perfect lawn, Veron Dursley had a great job, and they seemed perfectly normal.
The only not normal thing about them was the dreadful fact that Petunia Dursley was related to someone not p.s. normal. Her sister, Lily Evans, was whisked away to a school for magical freaks at the age of 11, leaving Petunia alone.
Petunia had never forgiven her awful sister for that. Her sister than married a man who Petunia seemed rude and unworthy of being in her family tree.
So Pentunia Dursley never did like her sister Lily Potter.
It was the day after halloween. The few young kids that lived around had been out trick or treating the previous night and were now tucked gently in their bed.
Petunia was up and making breakfast for her wonderful husband and darling son, Dudley. As she let the coffee to brew, she made her way to leave their empty milk bottles outside for the milk man to pick up. The earlier she did it, the more likely they would get picked up.
She had a lot on her mind. She had worked hard to make yesterday a special day for her family. There was no reason to but she felt they deserved it. But on that day her husband mentioned her terrible sister and her son. Why of all days would he talk about her today? Yes she constantly thought of calling her and yes she wished things were different... Butbtehy weren't. So she just had to forget about her and imagine she didn't have a sister.
Petunia was utterly shocked and horrified to find there was a small basket on her doorstep that held... A baby. She picked up the more and with nervous hands opened the letter.
She had to read it threw about 3 times before letting out a horrified scream as she looked at what it said. Her sister was dead, and this was Pentunia's nephew.
Her husband came running over in a panicked manor to see what had upset his wife. Petunia picked up the baby, who was now awake. His bright green eyes were basically stolen from Lily as they silently looked at Petunia. He didn't scream or cry.
"What is it, Petunia? What is that?" The big man asked, very shocked at the baby.
"It's... It's my-my nephew." She choked out. Veeon's eye brows raised as he looked down at the child in suprise.
"But- Wheres your sister then?" He asked. Petunia took in a sharp inhale. "Dead. Her and her husband were killed last night by... Something. And this is their child." She said, feeling completely hopeless as she looking into the emerald orbs.
"Well... What do we do with him? Shove him under the cupboard and pretend he down at exist? I mean... Bloody hell, he may be just like you're sister and that potter boy." Vernon said. Petunia shook her head.
"I have to take duddy-kins to London for clothes shopping, might as Well drop him off there." Petunia said, her voice hollow and distant.
Vernon simply nodded and put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "I have to leave for work. Take our boy out and enjoy yourself, you need it. Make sure not to bring this kid home." Vernon said. Petunia merely nodded and kept her case on the boy with a lightning scar.
Vernon turned to walk back into the kitchen. He didn't hear as petunia mumbled to her nephew "I'm sorry, Harry."