The month was up. Meaning we had to turn in Larry. Even if he wasn't a real baby I was still rather attached to him. I had to keep reminding my self that he wasn't a real baby. Just a doll. But it was hard.

Not as hard as it would have been though. With Harry getting ready to go back to his own time James, Sirius, Remus, Rachel and I were all trying to spend as much time with Harry as possible.

"Hey Harry."

"Hey mum. I have a question."

"Shot."

"You and Petunia."

I froze. I didn't like talking about my sister. Saying she didn't like me was the understatement of the year. She hated me with a passion. I wasn't very fond of her either come to think of it.

"What about us?"

"Why is it she hates you so much?"

"Oh... Well.... We used to be best friends..."

:Flashback:

Two young girl sat outside on the porch of a Victorian style house. It was the middle of summer and the weather was hotter than it had been in years past. The two girls laughed at the jokes written on the icypole sticks of which they were sucking.

"Here I've got one," Giggled the red haired girl. "What subject did the witch pass in school?"

"Um... I dunno!"

"SPELLING!!!"

The girls cracked up with laughter.

"Wouldn't it be so cool to be a witch?" the brunette said, smiling wistfully.

"It'd be okay," the other said without much care.

:End Flashback:

"A week later I got my letter. She was thirteen."

"So she was jealous?" Harry asked.

"She'll never admit it, but yeah."

"Oh..."

"You know I'm surprised you've even meet her. I mean she hates me so much I wouldn't have thought we'd have stayed in touch."

"Yeah, you guys didn't, or don't rather..."

"Oh. My mother right?"

"Um.. Yeah."

AN: Yes I know, another short one but hey, that's two in one day. Be happy. And review. ~Allison