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A/N- I love flames and reviews since I'm new to writing and both are
helpful. If you review I'll reply to you, I promise. It helps to listen to
the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while you read. I'm hoping it'll become long,
but that will only happen if I get reviews. I love you all for reading.
This takes place in PofA and it uses a lot of dialogue from the book. It is
mostly Petunia's POV of the whole thing with an occasional flashback. Sorry
for the cliffie and shortness of this chapter, but I thought it would help
the transition into the next chapter and the arrival of Aunt Marge. Also, I
recommend checking out notreallyeveronhere's fics and favorite story list.
Italics: thoughts ~~~: Flashback Replies: Jessica: Thank you so much! Please keep reviewing my fic! Also I've decided at least 3 per chapter. VioletEyes: Thank you so much! I agree that it sounds mean when Petunia calls him the boy, but I'm hoping that this fic will make people understand that she might not be conscious of how she treats him.
Chapter Two "Right," said Petunia, "I'll just go get the tie". Petunia climbed the stairs up to her room. She slowly opened the top drawer of her dresser pausing to think. They would be back from the station in minutes. She snatched her favorite dress out, a frilly salmon-pink cocktail dress, and started to undo the buttons on her current dress. She pulled the dress over her head and looked into the mirror. This particular dress had always made her feel happy. It wasn't as though she looked good in it. Petunia knew she didn't look good in anything, as she had been told since childhood. No, that wasn't the reason she liked this dress. She liked it because it was expensive; it had been bought for her as a gift because someone thought she looked good in it. Most importantly, she had been told so by the person who mattered most to her in the world, her Vernon. She finished buttoning the pearl buttons in the back of the dress, and headed downstairs. Soon, she heard the sound of gravel crunching and the car door slamming. "Get the door, boy!" She hissed at Harry, unable to control how nervous she was. Then she stood and braced herself for the arrival of her sister-in-law.
Italics: thoughts ~~~: Flashback Replies: Jessica: Thank you so much! Please keep reviewing my fic! Also I've decided at least 3 per chapter. VioletEyes: Thank you so much! I agree that it sounds mean when Petunia calls him the boy, but I'm hoping that this fic will make people understand that she might not be conscious of how she treats him.
Chapter Two "Right," said Petunia, "I'll just go get the tie". Petunia climbed the stairs up to her room. She slowly opened the top drawer of her dresser pausing to think. They would be back from the station in minutes. She snatched her favorite dress out, a frilly salmon-pink cocktail dress, and started to undo the buttons on her current dress. She pulled the dress over her head and looked into the mirror. This particular dress had always made her feel happy. It wasn't as though she looked good in it. Petunia knew she didn't look good in anything, as she had been told since childhood. No, that wasn't the reason she liked this dress. She liked it because it was expensive; it had been bought for her as a gift because someone thought she looked good in it. Most importantly, she had been told so by the person who mattered most to her in the world, her Vernon. She finished buttoning the pearl buttons in the back of the dress, and headed downstairs. Soon, she heard the sound of gravel crunching and the car door slamming. "Get the door, boy!" She hissed at Harry, unable to control how nervous she was. Then she stood and braced herself for the arrival of her sister-in-law.