Author's Note: Guess what? I'm back! (After about half a year of
internet problems and other
distractions) But I'm back!
Petunia had wandered aimlessly again in an attempt to while away the hour without running
into anyone. Unfortunately, there were people in every hall. She felt a deep hatred for them, wished
to see them all in some sort of pain, regardless of the fact that they were all complete strangers to her.
There was always the dungeons area, but she couldn't bear the idea of passing by the place
where the incident had occured. The whole idea of so much damage from so few words amazed Petunia.
However, there she stood, paying for what had been done.
Her eyes locked on the front entrance, which led to the viciously cold outside world. Nobody
in their right mind would follow her into the freezing temperatures out there, when they could be
sitting in front of a fireplace, covered in blankets and drinking hot chocolate.
The image was comforting, but she destroyed it before losing the courage to exit through the
doors.
Luckily, it had ceased snowing for the time being. Petunia walked to the left, with the intent
of putting space between herself and Hogwarts. 20 minutes later, she ended up at the wizarding
school's farthest boundary, a ledge overlooking train tracks. They were located about 150 feet
below, making it a place one wouldn't lean over the edge of. Petunia kept a far distance from the
end, as the ice made the ground slippery.
First, she would destroy every gift they had given her. She became aware, while having
these thoughts, of the scarf wrapped around her neck. She had come to like its presence in the
current weather. But it reminded her of Remus, and she also despised it for that reason.
The scarf was made of wool and striped in the Gryffindor colors.
Petunia removed it and stepped towards the cliff, holding it out as fas as possible. The
ends were blown about in the wind.
A voice she had been plagued by, in both good and bad times, stopped her.
"Please don't do that. If you don't want to keep the scarf, I'd like it back."
Petunia had wandered aimlessly again in an attempt to while away the hour without running
into anyone. Unfortunately, there were people in every hall. She felt a deep hatred for them, wished
to see them all in some sort of pain, regardless of the fact that they were all complete strangers to her.
There was always the dungeons area, but she couldn't bear the idea of passing by the place
where the incident had occured. The whole idea of so much damage from so few words amazed Petunia.
However, there she stood, paying for what had been done.
Her eyes locked on the front entrance, which led to the viciously cold outside world. Nobody
in their right mind would follow her into the freezing temperatures out there, when they could be
sitting in front of a fireplace, covered in blankets and drinking hot chocolate.
The image was comforting, but she destroyed it before losing the courage to exit through the
doors.
Luckily, it had ceased snowing for the time being. Petunia walked to the left, with the intent
of putting space between herself and Hogwarts. 20 minutes later, she ended up at the wizarding
school's farthest boundary, a ledge overlooking train tracks. They were located about 150 feet
below, making it a place one wouldn't lean over the edge of. Petunia kept a far distance from the
end, as the ice made the ground slippery.
First, she would destroy every gift they had given her. She became aware, while having
these thoughts, of the scarf wrapped around her neck. She had come to like its presence in the
current weather. But it reminded her of Remus, and she also despised it for that reason.
The scarf was made of wool and striped in the Gryffindor colors.
Petunia removed it and stepped towards the cliff, holding it out as fas as possible. The
ends were blown about in the wind.
A voice she had been plagued by, in both good and bad times, stopped her.
"Please don't do that. If you don't want to keep the scarf, I'd like it back."
