Disclaimer: ok...you know what?...I think they tell us to write this to remind us of how poor we are!!!*sniff* I am not, sad to say, J.K Rowling, anyone associated with Warner bros. I am a 13-year-old girl who owns nothing...not even my sanity. because that is lost and I do not own my insanity because the guy in my head, Stephano, owns that...so I have nothing so it wouldn't be worth it to sue me....

A/N ok...this is a letter than has been written fourteen years too late....

Dear Lily,

I wanted to write this letter long ago, right after the fight we had, but it always slipped my mind. 'It's not important right now,' I would tell myself and move on.

We used to do everything together, inseparable, we even got our letters at the same time, went to Diagon Alley together, both in Gryffindor, mum and dad were proud, we both loved James Potter. We were the only people to share the title of head girl, but only one could hold the title of Mrs. James Potter, and that would be you, wouldn't it? You know, when I was little I used to dream of us marring identical twins, at the same time, wear the same dress, just like everything we did, together, the same way. But we didn't, now did we? No, James fell in love with you after graduation and I despised everything WE stood for. I denounced Hogwarts, magic, you, anything we ever did, and I told myself to stop loving James. I thought we would get over it, but then when mum and dad died, at the funeral, I saw you and James TOGETHER. Lil, my heart broke, I wanted to rush up and hug you and cry and laugh and talk about, anything, but when I saw who you were standing with, my heart sank deeper as I realized that was the reason I wasn't doing the things I wanted to do. Then would have been a good time to forgive and forget but Vernon pulled me along, "Don't want to associate with the wrong kind," I never told him I was a witch.

I can't believe it; we were pregnant at the same time. Even though I thought I didn't want to, nature seemed to want us to still do things together. I can't stand to look at Harry, when I do, pain fills my chest because I am looking at the pitting image of a man, who, unknowingly, split us apart. God, Lil, he is just like James, although he has your eyes, but he has his attitude, caring, respectful, courageous, everything.

Lily, I was wrong, it was important, I shouldn't have pushed you away. I'm sorry. Sorry I caused you pain. Sorry for the way I treated you and your son. Sorry I called you a freak. Sorry for being selfish. Sorry for the tears hidden away, that are now splattering the page. Sorry for loving James. Sorry for the spoken words, the ones unspoken. Sorry your dead, and I'm alive. Sorry you're not here with me, having afternoon tea and crumpets, talking about simple things. Sorry this letter will go in my old school trunk and be hidden away and never found. Sorry as my breath chokes in my throat. Sorry my sobs are getting louder. Sorry my hands are shaking. Sorry that I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. Lily, I AM sorry.

Love always,

Your sister,

Petunia

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A/n ok, I cried while I wrote this *sniff* and not because I am so poor! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE? I'LL STOP CRYING IF YOU DO!?! PLEASE?!