I may re-write this chapter because I'm not too sure about it... But then I
suppose it can't all be tense, you have to get to know some of the
background EVENTUALLY... please review and let me know what you think, much
appreciated!
I don't own the characters and stuff, I just own my weird little 'Petunia's POV' plot... You get the idea
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Vernon had taken Dudley to the nearest park in his push chair so that they could feed the ducks together. This was a fairly common occurrence as Petunia would not allow food past its best to be in the house. 'I had better stayed here,' sighed Petunia, sounding bitter, as she referred to Harry's peaceful broken cot in the corner of the room. Vernon nodded – it would be scandalous to take him out on a trip, and he supposed they couldn't leave him completely alone. So Petunia had been left alone with her little nephew. When she had heard the door slam, she had careful counted to fifteen then hastily moved to the side of his cot to just watch him sleep. In a count of ten, Vernon could return having forgotten something. By fifteen, he had always got to the end of the road and gone out of sight. Petunia leaned closer and rocked the cradle gently, causing Harry to stir, and turn over in his sleep, not yet parted from his strange dreams. She sighed as she watched him. Such a beautiful baby... Even though he did have that hair that always stuck up awkwardly. She chuckled and brushed it out of his face, before hesitantly planting a kiss on his forehead over the unsightly scare and rushing from the room, in disbelief of what she had done. It was the same every time she was alone with him. She couldn't let herself love him – he was a part of Lily. But she had to love him; he was a part of James too.
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'They're dead,' Petunia told herself steadily. 'You don't have to think about them any more.' She glanced back to the cot. The baby roused in his sleep once again, making little hiccupping noises. 'Strange how fate works Petunia.' A voice from the long ago awakened in her mind. It was strange how things had turned out – Lily's talent had been the death of her. Petunia shuddered. A thought that hadn't crossed her mind before became suddenly apparent – it could have been her. The untalented little sister survived because she was plain. She could sink into the background, blending with the shadows she had lived in for her whole life. Perhaps that was what he had meant when he mused on Petunia's situation, but she couldn't help but wonder if things ran deeper than her imagination ever could...
Suddenly she snapped out of her dream as she heard the keys in the lock. Panicking that Vernon and Dudley would see her caring for Harry, she reached for a feather duster from the windowsill, stood from the chair and tried to pick up her coffee cup from the desk all at once. Unfortunately this attempt was unsuccessful and the cup slipped from her grasp onto the floor shattering loudly, causing Petunia to start. Her foot became caught up in the vacuum cord and she crashed down to the floor, just as the front door groaned open in the hall. Dudley's buggy creaked loudly as Harry woke up and began breathing in sharply behind her in his cot. 'Oh no,' Petunia thought, 'not now.' Harry opened his mouth and began to wail. It was as if the walls were collapsing in on her brain. Petunia cried out slightly, covering her head with her arms as she sat amongst the broken remnants of Vernon's favourite mug. She could hear Lily screaming and a cold, cruel laugh rising up in her head, just as the bedroom door swung open, and Vernon's head appeared wearing an expression of shock and disgust ...
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I expect we're going to be due a flashback at some point soon. What has been going on in Petunia's past? Isn't this all bizarre? Thank you to my reviewers so far, I'll try and update every now and then, but as you may be aware I'm not the most conventional of story writers. I've written some of the middle! But not chapter 4 as yet...
I don't own the characters and stuff, I just own my weird little 'Petunia's POV' plot... You get the idea
o*o*o*o*o*o*o*o*o*o*o
Vernon had taken Dudley to the nearest park in his push chair so that they could feed the ducks together. This was a fairly common occurrence as Petunia would not allow food past its best to be in the house. 'I had better stayed here,' sighed Petunia, sounding bitter, as she referred to Harry's peaceful broken cot in the corner of the room. Vernon nodded – it would be scandalous to take him out on a trip, and he supposed they couldn't leave him completely alone. So Petunia had been left alone with her little nephew. When she had heard the door slam, she had careful counted to fifteen then hastily moved to the side of his cot to just watch him sleep. In a count of ten, Vernon could return having forgotten something. By fifteen, he had always got to the end of the road and gone out of sight. Petunia leaned closer and rocked the cradle gently, causing Harry to stir, and turn over in his sleep, not yet parted from his strange dreams. She sighed as she watched him. Such a beautiful baby... Even though he did have that hair that always stuck up awkwardly. She chuckled and brushed it out of his face, before hesitantly planting a kiss on his forehead over the unsightly scare and rushing from the room, in disbelief of what she had done. It was the same every time she was alone with him. She couldn't let herself love him – he was a part of Lily. But she had to love him; he was a part of James too.
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'They're dead,' Petunia told herself steadily. 'You don't have to think about them any more.' She glanced back to the cot. The baby roused in his sleep once again, making little hiccupping noises. 'Strange how fate works Petunia.' A voice from the long ago awakened in her mind. It was strange how things had turned out – Lily's talent had been the death of her. Petunia shuddered. A thought that hadn't crossed her mind before became suddenly apparent – it could have been her. The untalented little sister survived because she was plain. She could sink into the background, blending with the shadows she had lived in for her whole life. Perhaps that was what he had meant when he mused on Petunia's situation, but she couldn't help but wonder if things ran deeper than her imagination ever could...
Suddenly she snapped out of her dream as she heard the keys in the lock. Panicking that Vernon and Dudley would see her caring for Harry, she reached for a feather duster from the windowsill, stood from the chair and tried to pick up her coffee cup from the desk all at once. Unfortunately this attempt was unsuccessful and the cup slipped from her grasp onto the floor shattering loudly, causing Petunia to start. Her foot became caught up in the vacuum cord and she crashed down to the floor, just as the front door groaned open in the hall. Dudley's buggy creaked loudly as Harry woke up and began breathing in sharply behind her in his cot. 'Oh no,' Petunia thought, 'not now.' Harry opened his mouth and began to wail. It was as if the walls were collapsing in on her brain. Petunia cried out slightly, covering her head with her arms as she sat amongst the broken remnants of Vernon's favourite mug. She could hear Lily screaming and a cold, cruel laugh rising up in her head, just as the bedroom door swung open, and Vernon's head appeared wearing an expression of shock and disgust ...
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I expect we're going to be due a flashback at some point soon. What has been going on in Petunia's past? Isn't this all bizarre? Thank you to my reviewers so far, I'll try and update every now and then, but as you may be aware I'm not the most conventional of story writers. I've written some of the middle! But not chapter 4 as yet...