A/N:- I don't normally put authors notes at the top of the chapters of To The End but I feel the need to justify myself. This Chapter is going to be really short because I really couldn't think of anything. I just wanted to write something from Petunia's POV but didn't know what....so here it is
Petunia – January 1981
It's that time of year again, just after Christmas and already we have all of Dudley's toys lying around. He's only sixth months old but he's already gone through all his presents...bless his soul. I bent over to pick up my son, he's gained quite a lot of weight recently, well, that's just what a growing boy needs. He's growing up to be just like his dad. Vernon was out at work, he's just been promoted and he's got a good salary now. I took Dudley to the living room. I placed him on the sofa and gave him the slightly deflated ball that Marge had given him. Dudley seemed to scowl at it for a moment before throwing it at the TV. It didn't go far, he's still very young. He'll be a strong boy one day.
"Now you stay here and behave Dudders." I said to him. Dudley murmured something in what I suppose you could call baby talk. I got up and crossed my arms aw I went to the kitchen. My parent's were supposed to phone a few days ago after they got back from my Freak sister's house. That was a week ago. I stood in the hall and eyed the phone. Should I phone her? I didn't want to speak to her, she'd shown me up at the family dinner, again. She had to be the star of everything, the little attention seeking brat. Just because she is the one with the 'looks' and is 'pretty' everyone has to fuss about it. And she loves it! The little bitch. I picked up the phone and dialled my parents phone number. I put the handset to my ear as I could hear the ringing tone on the other end.
As it continued to ring I walked into the kitchen and picked up a dishcloth. Dudley had left a small smear of baby food on the table. I wiped it away and after carefully placing the handset between my head and shoulders I washed the dishcloth and put it on the side of the sink. No one was answering. I took the phone again and stopped the call. Maybe I should call the freak. I went to the hall where there was a small table with another telephone on it. There was a draw underneath, which I pulled out carefully. Dad had given me her number last time he came to visit but I'd just put it in here. I picked up a neat little pile of phonebooks and found a scrap of paper tucked neatly inside the bottom one. I took it out and looked at it. At the top was scrawled LILY and her number. I picked up the phone and held my finger over the 0 button. I really didn't want to phone her but I was worried about my parents.
I took a deep breath and quickly dialled the number. I felt like being sick, like I did every time I had anything to do with her. I had dearly hoped any contact that we had would have stopped when she got married but no. She had to be related to me didn't she? The phone began to ring and someone picked up.
"Hello." Someone said. It was a woman but it didn't sound like my sister.
"Is...Lily there." I said, having to spit out her name.
"Oh, hang on. She's in the living room with Harry. I'll get her for you." There was the sound of someone putting down the handset.
"Make sure he doesn't watch the TV-" I heard my sister said in the background. Another sound of someone picking up the handset. "Hello?" She said warmly and almost happily.
"Hello Freak. Are my parents there?" I asked coldly.
"Oh hello Petunia, no they left a week ago." Lily said just as coldly. "Why?"
"Oh nothing." I said. "Well yes there is something." I said after a few moments of silence. "How long does it take to get back from Wales?"
"Less then a second" Lily said calmly.
"I don't mean by your methods freak. I mean by car." I snapped.
"Oh well then I wouldn't know." Lily said.
"Too good to travel by car now are we?"
"No, I just make the use of being a wi-"
"Shut up." I said.
"Witch." She said, she sounded almost smug about it.
"Freak" I snapped back.
"Bitch" She said.
"Lily?" came a man's voice.
"What James?" I heard my sister snap.
"Who's on the phone?"
"No one." She said. "Pet, I don't want you to phone me again unless it's for something important. Wanting to know how long it takes to get from Wales to England by Muggle Transport is a stupid question to ask me and you know that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry your highness. I won't bother you again." I said, I put the phone down and heard Dudley give an impatient cry. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I hated speaking to my sister. Dudley's crying became louder and I went into the living room. I picked him up and rocked him in my arms. He was beginning to calm and I switched on the TV. There was some children's program and Dudley immediately went quiet. I placed him on the sofa again and sat next to him as he began to watch the TV almost hypnotised.
I got up and went to the windows. I got a bit bored sometimes when there was nothing to do. I peeked out of the window and had a look down the street. There were a few people coming out of a car and going to their house. That strange lady, Mrs. Figg, I think her name was. She was hobbling along the pavement with her stick and a police car was driving down Privet Drive. I scowled slightly, police cars rarely came down the drive. My scowl deepened as it stopped outside my house and the police officers got out. They seemed to be talking for a moment then one started for the house. I moved away from the window and started for the door. The doorbell rang and I opened it. A policeman stood there with his cap in his hands.
"Petunia Dursely?" He asked. I gave him a polite smile.
"Yes." I said. The policeman glanced at me.
"May we come in?" He asked.
"Of course." I said moving aside. The policeman was followed in by a woman, who was about the same height as me. I closed the door behind them and looked at them. Why were they in my house, I was a normal law abiding citizen.
"Do you have a sister called Lily Potter?" The woman asked.
"What has she done this time?" I asked instinctively.
"Oh, she's done nothing. We were just making sure you were the right person." The man said quickly.
"If it isn't Potter then what is it?" I asked, trying to be nice. The police officers looked at each other. The man looked at me.
"Well, I'm afraid it concerns your family. I'm afraid that there has been some strange attacks and you and your sister are the only surviving...Evans." The policeman said uncertain as to how to phrase the last bit. I blinked a few times. I didn't just hear that. I couldn't have. Me and that freak the only Evans? No, that wasn't possible.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that the bodies of your parents was found by their neighbour yesterday. Your uncle and cousin Yasmine Evans were found dead a few days ago. Many of your other relatives have been found dead as well. I'm very sorry Mrs. Dursley." The policewoman said kindly. She reached out to touch my arm but I moved away. I slowly walked to the stairs and sank onto a step.
"That's not possible." I said uncertainly. "They can't ALL be dead?" I said looking at the police officers. They looked away and I felt a tear go down my cheek.
"How-" I couldn't finish my sentence.
"The cause of their death is unknown. They were all healthy, except Richard Evans, who was suffering from the flu. But they were all found dead with...are you sure you want to know?" I nodded and the policeman continued. "Well, they were found with what the coroner could only call a look of surprise. It was if they'd just all magically died." Magic! It was her fault. That freak and her world, it had to be. Why else would anyone target our family? It was her fault! All that...Magic and unnaturalness. I broke down in sobs and put my face in my hands.
"I'm sorry." The police officer said. I didn't respond and they showed themselves out. As soon as they had gone I groped for the phone. I picked it up and dialled a number.
"Vernon Durs-"
"Vernon get home right now!" I almost screamed down the phone.
"Petunia what's wrong?" He asked.
"I'll tell you when you get here. I have a phone call to make." I said. I put the phone down and picked up the scrap piece of paper that had been lying beside the phone from when I last used it a few minutes ago. I dialled the number and heard some ringing.
"Hello?" came my sister's voice.
"Well I hope you're happy, freak. You have just destroyed our family." I sneered down the phone. I hated her so much. It was because of her that our family had died.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Don't bother trying to contact me anymore. As of now we are no longer related, I do not want to hear from you, see you or speak to you ever again." I said slamming the receiver down. I missed and heard that freak calling my name. I put it down on the main phone and sat on the floor. I stared at the piece of paper in my hands and ripped it apart. I wanted nothing to do with her! It was her fault. Nothing would have happened if she hadn't gone to that freaky school and learnt all that rubbish. I leant against the wall.
Yes my parents had always preferred that freak over me, it was obvious no matter what I did I couldn't meet the standards the freak had set but they were still my parents. While the freak was at school they were so kind to me and treated me like an only child. There was a loud crack and I gave a scream of surprise. In the hallway stood that freak ex-sister of mine looking at the front door. Her annoyingly perfect red hair falling down her back in curls. She was wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt. She turned and her filthy green eyes met mine.
"Petunia what happened?" She asked. She started forwards and held her hand out but I got to my feet without her help.
"You." I said pointing at her. "It's your fault!" I shouted. Lily took a step back in surprise. "It's your fault they're gone, you and your abnormality." Lily took another step back and bumped into the door
"What did I do?" she asked.
"You killed them!" I screamed at her. She looked at me.
"I didn't kill anyone."
"You did. If you hadn't gone to that school they wouldn't be dead!" I screamed at her.
"Who's dead?" She asked. Lily looked at me innocently, oh, that look wouldn't trick me. Any looks that she gave anyone, I could see straight through.
"Everyone!" I shouted. "Mum, Dad, uncle Dennis, Yasmine, Louise, Richard! Everyone!" Lily looked at me surprised and shook her head.
"They're not...they can't...you're lying." She said.
"I'm not lying and it's because of you they're dead! They were found with surprised looks on their face, dropped dead like magic! It's all your fault!" Lily looked at me surprised.
"Avada kedavra" she muttered.
"What?" I asked. Lily shook her head.
"Petunia, I didn't do anything. I've been looking after Ha-"
"Get out of my house Lily. I never want to see you again! NEVER!" I screamed at her. Lily looked at me.
"Petunia please just listen-"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! AND DON'T THINK YOU'LL GET INVITED TO THEIR FUNERAL!" I screamed at her. With that she disappeared with a loud crack and it was as if she'd never been there. Dudley started crying again. I wiped my tears away angrily and went into the living room. The TV show had finished and adverts were showing. I picked up the remote and switched Channels. Dudley went quiet again and I sank into the sofa.
I stood in church with my head bowed. I knew I had to go and say a eulogy for my parents in a moment while their coffin was still there. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Over the past week I had to organise the funerals for all my family. A fat lot of good that lump in Wales was. The little red haired bitch obviously thought that se was too good to have to do anything herself. I put my hand on Vernon's arm and he glanced at me. We had left Dudley with a neighbour back home so that he wouldn't interrupt the service. The service was filled with mostly people my parent's had known. I was the only family there. Everyone else had... I couldn't think about it.
"-And so to help us remember what amazing people Mr and Mrs. Evans were, their daughter Petunia Dursley will say a few words." The parson who was performing the service said. He looked at me and I nodded. I went up to where the two coffins lay and stood next to one. I didn't touch it, I couldn't. I looked at it for a few moments and then looked at Vernon. He gave me a nod and I scanned the people who had obviously cared for my parents.
"M-my parent's were loved by many people and they cared and loved for many people in return, but none more so then me. As many of you know after my...after Lily left for her boarding school I became the only daughter to them. I helped them and I loved them more then anyone can say. They supported everything that I did and I don't know what I could have done if they weren't there for me.
"When...when I found out a week ago that my parents were dead, I didn't know what I would do. No one offered me any help or support except my wonderful husband, who saw to all the arrangements for me. I hope that my parent's memory will be remembered in peace and that everyone will remember them as the happy people that they were, caring for everyone and everything." I said. there was a polite applause among the guests and I glanced at the coffins before returning to Vernon's side. He pulled me into a hug. Some men went to the coffins and carefully lifted them onto their shoulders. They took the coffins out of the church and into the cold frozen graveyard. I followed them with Vernon, as did many of the other people who had come to the funeral. The coffins were put down on some kind of thing that lowered them into two holes in the ground. At the head of the holes were two brand new gravestones.
I felt another tear fall down my cheek and I wiped it away with my gloves. I couldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. I watched as the coffins were lowered into the holes. They were left open and people began to walk around. A woman came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. I knew her as a friend of my mum's.
"You're a very brave girl Petunia. I don't know where your sister is but you've done very well to do this all by yourself." She said, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you" I sniffed. She nodded. I received a few more comments from many other people who were there. Many of them expressing their anger that the freak hadn't turned up to show her respects when I caught a flash of red in the corner of my eyes. A car pulled up to the church and the freak got out of it. She was followed by that good for nothing husband of hers and that friend of hers with blond hair. She walked past the guests rather rudely and went straight to the graves. I stared dumbstruck that she was so rude. The blond girl, June I think she was called, took the freak's hand while the freak put her head on her husband's shoulder.
"It's alright." He said to her gently. The freak nodded and threw some flowers into the grave. The guests were starting to whisper and stare at her now. I didn't like the way she was acting, she was showing no respect at all to the other people here or to my parents. There was a reason why I didn't invite her to the funeral. She turned and caught my eyes. She looked so angry and upset. She had that look in her eyes that my mum used to have when one of us had gone too far as a child. The blond girl said something to her but she didn't listen. She walked straight up to me.
"Why didn't you tell me the funeral was today!" She asked me quietly. "I only found out through Sirius who went to Yasmine's funeral! Why didn't you tell me!" She had tears going down her face.
"Because it's your fault they're dead. If you hadn't gone to that sc-"
"Petunia, that doesn't matter!" she said. "They were my parent's too, you're my sister. You should have told me, stop blaming my school and friends for everything. I'll take the blame if it'll make you happy but just stop blaming everything else. It's not my fault they're dead." She said. I looked at her more then surprised to say the least. Vernon took my hand as Lily's husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Get off me James." She snapped, he let go of her shoulders uncertainly.
"Well, I wouldn't have wanted to interrupt your perfect life. You running off to Wales as you did, leaving me behind to cope with all this"
"I would have done something if you had let me, I'm your sister, you should have let me." She said before running off. James gave Vernon and me a look that told us what he thought of us. I could have given him the same look but many of the guests were whispering again about her.
"April." James said.
"I'll see you later. I'm going to pay my respects to Mr and Mrs. Evans." She said. James nodded and ran off after the freak. April mingled into the guests and I spotted her standing near the graves. While people were paying their respects I kept a close eye on her. I didn't trust anyone who was like the freak. Soon everyone had gone except April. I looked at Vernon and he looked ready to go and tell her exactly where to go. My ex-sister and her freakish friends had ruined everything. Just as he went to go and tell April to go she turned around and looked at me. She came right up to me and looked me right in the eyes.
"Why?" She asked.
"Why what?" I asked her.
"Why do you treat Lily like that? She's just as distraught as you, probably more so. She can't stop blaming herself. What has she ever done to you?" April asked.
"It's more about what she is as to what she's done." I sneered at April. I didn't want this confrontation here, anywhere but here at my parent's graves but I knew I had no choice.
"So just because she's a witch she has to be punished?" April asked, "It doesn't seem fair to me."
"She's the one who started the coldness and bitterness, going off to that school, being better then me, more beautiful, more success."
"Is that it? Jealousy?" April asked shaking her head. "That's pathetic. You don't invite your own sister to the funeral of her parents. Do you know how she found out? Or more like when she found out. Half an hour ago after our friend Sirius went to Yasmine's funeral. He heard that it was Mr and Mrs. Evans' funeral and checked to see that Lily had left but she hadn't. Do you know her reaction when she found out you were having the funeral without her? She broke down in tears, she wouldn't let any of us near her for about fifteen minutes, not even her son. How could you do that to her Petunia?" She asked.
"Look, I don't need you lecturing me on how to treat a freak. If I was in the right state of mind I'd make sure that you, her and that husband of hers had been kept well away from this but no. If I had my way none of you would be alive." I spat at her. April looked at me coldly.
"Well it seems like you and Voldemort have something in common. Thank Merlin that you don't have your way. I'd be careful what you wish for Petunia because at the rate at which things are going and if Lily refuses to do what's best for her you might be attending another funeral. I don't want that to happen. Just try and be nicer to her. Lily really wants you to like her again." April said.
"She lost that chance the moment she sent back the reply to that letter nine years ago." I said. April looked at me and I saw a few flashes going through my mind and she nodded.
"I hope I'll never be seeing you again, Petunia. Merlin knows if I'll be able to restrain myself like this time." She said before disappearing. Vernon started with surprise but I was growing used to it. How dare she demand me to do something she had no right to ask. No one would tell me how to treat that freak.
"The nerve of her." Vernon said. "You're better off without that freak sister of yours." I nodded, I was on my own now. I was the last Evans. I felt tears come to my eyes again.
"Lets go home Vernon." I said. He nodded and led me to the car.
A/N:-That chapter was really something different, I really couldn't be bothered to write a longer one and I thought I'd let Petunia have a look in this story. Why does she hate Lily? Well that was one of the questions I thought I'd answer
A/N:-Ok, another Author's Note. I've finally decided on what I'm going to do. I will be making 2 endings for this story. I'm half way through one of them (I'm writing a HArry Chapter because i feel like it). I will be posting on this site....the Happy ending where they live!! BUT if you want to read the ending where they don't live then send me your email address and I'll email it to you. Unless you want me to email the Happy chapters and have this story suddenly jump to Harry's era, and write the same format using Harry, Hermione and Ron's POVs...I thought that might be cool. I could like make a sequel. Anyway, enough babbling, tell me what you think about that idea.
The next Chapter will be...hang on, let me check...JAMES! again....It will be R rated, i warn you now...Why are all his chapters like R rated? It's actually starting to bug me....ah well, i have no control over what comes out of my fingers. Leave me your thoughts friends, readers and reviewers alike