A Tale of Two Sisters
"Patty cakes, patty cakes, baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can."
In a small park, just outside of Surrey, two young girls played together. The older of the two was in a plaid jumper, her hair in two neat plaits. The younger girl's brown hair was in pigtails. A doll accompanied each child.
The younger girl tripped on a stone and fell into a puddle of mud. Her sister helped her out, not even noticing the mud accumulating on her new plaid jumper. The two sisters giggled and started towards their home.
Petunia had not always hated Lily. They had once been closer than any sisters she had known. She and Lily would build small fortresses in the parlor, hold tea parties in their room and invite their dolls for a luncheon. No secret remained unshared; they were inseparable… Until Lily received her letter.
Hogwarts, HOGWARTS! What kind of a school was that? How could Lily learn magic, they were not wizards! To make it worse, Lily would be leaving them, leaving Petunia alone. That was not what sisters did. It simply was not fair. The day Lily left, Petunia lost her sister, and her best friend.
Lily would visit occasionally, bringing with her stories of magic and of mystery. She no longer shared all of her secrets with Petunia, or even spent time alone with her. She would only be home for a few days, and then she would leave for school again.
During the summer, Lily would bring friends home with her, or go home with other friends. She would write back to the family, and sometimes a note would be sent to Petunia by owl. After a while, Lily would only come by over Christmas break, bearing presents of the magical kind, and they wouldn't see her until the next Christmas. Lily had changed, and Petunia hated her for it.
Soon, Lily had a boyfriend, a rather handsome bloke named James Potter. She brought him to the house once; Petunia shook his hand and went to her room. This boy was keeping her from her sister; she hated him with a passion. That night she promised herself that she would have nothing to do with magic, no matter what.
Petunia and Lily didn't speak for years. Only when Lily was engaged, did they break the silence. Petunia was still mad at Lily, James and magic in general. She refused to go to the wedding.
That was the last time they ever spoke. Lily and James were killed a few years later, leaving their only son behind. Petunia, overcome with guilt and grief, took the child in under one condition; he was not to know about magic of any kind. She did her best to shield him from anything having to do with magic, her husband, Vernon liked it no more than she did.
The older girl took carried her younger sister down the road to where their mother was waiting with open arms. They would be best friends forever.
Roll it, pat it, and mark it with a P. Put it in the oven for you and me.