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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 or Eminem 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 shortness of this chapter, but I'm trying to get
it longer. Also, I recommend checking out notreallyeveronhere's fics and
favorite story list. My birthday is on the 3rd and I'm hoping to get at
least 15 reviews by then.
Italics: thoughts or if in ~~ flashback ~~~: 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. Kid Majere: I really appreciate you reviewing my fic. I'll try to make longer chapters but we'll see how that goes. * hug * Kerry Leprechaun: Thank you for telling me your opinion of the personality I gave Petunia. I am trying to show her reason for being how she is, without making her soppy and suddenly turned magical and lovey- dovey. See what I wrote to Kid Majere about the short chapters. :) Callas-and-ivy: I'm going to go into detail about her feelings on Ripper, so keep reading. Thankee! Rosez-garden: Thankee!
Chapter Three "Where's my Dudders?" roared Aunt Marge. "Where's my neffy-poo?" Oh yes, thought Petunia. Let's just wait and watch as she tries to pay Dudley into loving her more. Sure enough, Marge had him in a tight hug and was presenting him with a twenty-pound note. "Petunia!" Shouted Marge, now waddling her way towards her. She bumped her jaw up on Petunia's jaw and held her in a hug that made Petunia sure her frail ribs would break. " Really, can't Vernon afford to buy you a tasteful dress, don't you know tweed is in fashion", Marge muttered in her ear. Petunia clenched her jaw, feeling her eyes water and resisting the urge to cry like a seventh grader.
"Mom! Mom!" Petunia screeched excitedly from behind a rack of clothing, emerging with a white dress in her hand. " Oh Mom! Look at it! Can I please have it?" " Petunia put it back, it won't look good it's made for a more womanly shape, and besides it's too expensive", said her mother irritatedly. "Oh please, Mom! It's so beautiful! You can take it out of my babysitting money, please mom; I'll do anything! I need new clothes for school, the girls they say. Oh please, oh." "Petunia, I already said no. Stop acting ungrateful, your clothes are fine. It won't fit you right and I don't have the money or time to keep up with every time you decide.." " Mom, oh Mom, look at this lovely dress. Oh Mom can I please have it? Look!", called a sweet, pure, angelic voice. Lily had come out of the dressing room in the same dress Petunia had clutched hopefully in her frail arms. Sweet Lily Evans. No one seemed to remember that Petunia was the year older of the two, Lily was the woman. " You look stunning and magical", said her mother breathlessly before the two burst into giggles. Petunia watched, tears streaming down her bony, horsey cheek as she watched her mother and Lily walk up to the cashier and buy the dress.
" Petunia. Petunia" Petunia's head snapped back to the present as she turned to look at her husband. "Put some tea on, will you?" said Vernon.
Italics: thoughts or if in ~~ flashback ~~~: 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. Kid Majere: I really appreciate you reviewing my fic. I'll try to make longer chapters but we'll see how that goes. * hug * Kerry Leprechaun: Thank you for telling me your opinion of the personality I gave Petunia. I am trying to show her reason for being how she is, without making her soppy and suddenly turned magical and lovey- dovey. See what I wrote to Kid Majere about the short chapters. :) Callas-and-ivy: I'm going to go into detail about her feelings on Ripper, so keep reading. Thankee! Rosez-garden: Thankee!
Chapter Three "Where's my Dudders?" roared Aunt Marge. "Where's my neffy-poo?" Oh yes, thought Petunia. Let's just wait and watch as she tries to pay Dudley into loving her more. Sure enough, Marge had him in a tight hug and was presenting him with a twenty-pound note. "Petunia!" Shouted Marge, now waddling her way towards her. She bumped her jaw up on Petunia's jaw and held her in a hug that made Petunia sure her frail ribs would break. " Really, can't Vernon afford to buy you a tasteful dress, don't you know tweed is in fashion", Marge muttered in her ear. Petunia clenched her jaw, feeling her eyes water and resisting the urge to cry like a seventh grader.
"Mom! Mom!" Petunia screeched excitedly from behind a rack of clothing, emerging with a white dress in her hand. " Oh Mom! Look at it! Can I please have it?" " Petunia put it back, it won't look good it's made for a more womanly shape, and besides it's too expensive", said her mother irritatedly. "Oh please, Mom! It's so beautiful! You can take it out of my babysitting money, please mom; I'll do anything! I need new clothes for school, the girls they say. Oh please, oh." "Petunia, I already said no. Stop acting ungrateful, your clothes are fine. It won't fit you right and I don't have the money or time to keep up with every time you decide.." " Mom, oh Mom, look at this lovely dress. Oh Mom can I please have it? Look!", called a sweet, pure, angelic voice. Lily had come out of the dressing room in the same dress Petunia had clutched hopefully in her frail arms. Sweet Lily Evans. No one seemed to remember that Petunia was the year older of the two, Lily was the woman. " You look stunning and magical", said her mother breathlessly before the two burst into giggles. Petunia watched, tears streaming down her bony, horsey cheek as she watched her mother and Lily walk up to the cashier and buy the dress.
" Petunia. Petunia" Petunia's head snapped back to the present as she turned to look at her husband. "Put some tea on, will you?" said Vernon.