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England, 14 all- GO AUSSIE!
Like Sisters Do
Vernon was not the only one plagued with dreams of recollection. Petunia lay restless in her bed, smothered by doonas made for two. It was the first time she had spent the night alone in this bed, generally shared between Vernon and herself or with Dudley when he was younger and his father was on business trips.
However, Dudley had grown much too large to share a bed anymore. Petunia reprimanded herself for allowing her son to eat so much, promising to restrict his food intake tomorrow. Of course, she knew she could never do it to her little boy. In fact, Petunia could hardly say no to anyone she loved. Her eyelids grew heavy as she recalled how strong the bond once was between her and her sister, Lily.
Despite her hate for the magical world, Petunia had still loved Lily- willing to cast aside their supernatural abilities and love as sisters do. That was until an unusually chilly autumn afternoon that sparked a rivalry that would forever cause a rift between the two girls. Sleep enveloped Petunia and delivered her to a long lost youth. . .
"No, no! Sisters share clothes, and makeup. Sisters share secrets and hope- but sisters do not share men!" This much younger looking Petunia was flustered. Her blonde hair frayed out from her make-do bun as the red rose in her cheeks. "Why do you do this to me, Lily?" In one decisive action she ripped open the envelope addressed to Lily in such a recognisable scrawl, hoping against hope the rumours were a load of bullocks. The red of anger flushing across her face was overcome by a pallor of finality as she read the brief message aloud,
"Dearest Lily, Like you I know I should too feel guilt over Petunia, but the love I have for you is too strong to forsake for anyone. Please remember, the course of true love never did run smooth. I look greatly forward to seeing you again, if only to gaze into your beautiful eyes. Love-"
Petunia could not bring herself to read out the name of the man she cherished professing his love to another woman, to another Evans. His name formed an uncomfortable lump in throat that finally managed to break out into a sob.
Petunia would be the first to admit her contempt for wizards and their like, perhaps because she deemed them responsible for stealing her sister away into a world Petunia just didn't belong. However, there was one wizard she would make an exception for. His nonchalant grin and warm hazel eyes grouped with his unkempt raven black hair and complete disrespect for authority was worthy of Petunia's attention. She could forgive his wizarding ways in exchange for his affection.
It was the most joyous time in Petunia's life, she had possibly the best looking man she had ever seen in love with her. But then, he noticed another girl. She went to his school, she was much like Petunia. But more delicate, her bones did not jut out but instead she was shaped smoothly and her hair did not fray such as Petunia's, it was perfect hair to match her beautiful eyes. Inevitably, he fell in love with Lily, and Petunia lost her everything.
Petunia woke with sudden realisation at her thoughts as she broke out into a cold sweat. She felt that familiar lump form itself in her throat, but this time it managed to escape as a recognisable, individual and very impacting word,
"James."
Like Sisters Do
Vernon was not the only one plagued with dreams of recollection. Petunia lay restless in her bed, smothered by doonas made for two. It was the first time she had spent the night alone in this bed, generally shared between Vernon and herself or with Dudley when he was younger and his father was on business trips.
However, Dudley had grown much too large to share a bed anymore. Petunia reprimanded herself for allowing her son to eat so much, promising to restrict his food intake tomorrow. Of course, she knew she could never do it to her little boy. In fact, Petunia could hardly say no to anyone she loved. Her eyelids grew heavy as she recalled how strong the bond once was between her and her sister, Lily.
Despite her hate for the magical world, Petunia had still loved Lily- willing to cast aside their supernatural abilities and love as sisters do. That was until an unusually chilly autumn afternoon that sparked a rivalry that would forever cause a rift between the two girls. Sleep enveloped Petunia and delivered her to a long lost youth. . .
"No, no! Sisters share clothes, and makeup. Sisters share secrets and hope- but sisters do not share men!" This much younger looking Petunia was flustered. Her blonde hair frayed out from her make-do bun as the red rose in her cheeks. "Why do you do this to me, Lily?" In one decisive action she ripped open the envelope addressed to Lily in such a recognisable scrawl, hoping against hope the rumours were a load of bullocks. The red of anger flushing across her face was overcome by a pallor of finality as she read the brief message aloud,
"Dearest Lily, Like you I know I should too feel guilt over Petunia, but the love I have for you is too strong to forsake for anyone. Please remember, the course of true love never did run smooth. I look greatly forward to seeing you again, if only to gaze into your beautiful eyes. Love-"
Petunia could not bring herself to read out the name of the man she cherished professing his love to another woman, to another Evans. His name formed an uncomfortable lump in throat that finally managed to break out into a sob.
Petunia would be the first to admit her contempt for wizards and their like, perhaps because she deemed them responsible for stealing her sister away into a world Petunia just didn't belong. However, there was one wizard she would make an exception for. His nonchalant grin and warm hazel eyes grouped with his unkempt raven black hair and complete disrespect for authority was worthy of Petunia's attention. She could forgive his wizarding ways in exchange for his affection.
It was the most joyous time in Petunia's life, she had possibly the best looking man she had ever seen in love with her. But then, he noticed another girl. She went to his school, she was much like Petunia. But more delicate, her bones did not jut out but instead she was shaped smoothly and her hair did not fray such as Petunia's, it was perfect hair to match her beautiful eyes. Inevitably, he fell in love with Lily, and Petunia lost her everything.
Petunia woke with sudden realisation at her thoughts as she broke out into a cold sweat. She felt that familiar lump form itself in her throat, but this time it managed to escape as a recognisable, individual and very impacting word,
"James."