Chapter Eight
Aunt Petunia's Chest
"Harry, daddy," Seri said. She had rounded them up about an hour later and sat them on Sirius' old Gryffindor bed. "I'm. I'm getting married."
Harry who already knew this tried to look thunderstruck of Sirius, but he mostly smiled. He saw the joy in Seri's eyes when Charlie bent down, he heard her asking rash question in denial it was even happening and he saw the look upon Seri's face now. She was in love.
"Married?!?" Sirius croaked. "Too who?"
Seri giggled and showed Sirius the ring. It wasn't huge like the one Aunt Petunia wore on her bone hand, but it was bigger than the one Seri wore of her mother's. It was a thick, gold band with three studded diamonds on it, the middle one two times bigger than the other two.
Sirius looked from the ring to Seri's face, "WHO?"
"Charlie daddy," Seri said, admiring her own ring.
"Charlie Weasley?!?! The boy can't even tie his shoes without magic!"
Seri dropped her hand and looked at her father.
"You deserve better Seri, that's all!" Sirius added.
"How can you say that?" Seri asked. Her eyes where streaming.
"Oh don't ask me that, love can't support a family. I know!" Sirius stood up and began passing. "Why if your mum and I were that naïve we would have been married straight out of Hogwarts!"
Seri covered her face with her hands than looked up. She bit her lower lip and took a breath. Harry touched her shoulder and she shrugged him off.
"I." she nodded, "I know what this is about."
"How could you?" Sirius barked.
"It's about mum."
"Of course it is. isn't."
"It's about mum. yes it is! You were too fucking scared to ask her to marry you. didn't want."
"I didn't want her go shopping with the stupid Slytherin Lillian Evans while Lily flaunted the HUGE ring Potter got her! I didn't want her being unstable, I didn't want." Sirius softened his voice and his eyes fell not on Seri but on Harry. "Harry, I'm."
"Don't." Harry said shortly. "I don't want to be dragged into this, but you could have just said something. Now I know why you came after Peter for revenge instead of me." Harry shook his head. "You weren't after him for what he did for my parents; you were after him for what he did to you!"
"Harry." Seri said softly.
"You finally got enough balls to ask Angelica to marry you and he took her away. "
"It's not like that Harry," Sirius said, "I love your parents and Angelica. I just didn't want him to hurt you. Harry, Harry wait!" Sirius followed Harry out the door and watched him walk down the stairs. "Harry." he screamed. His voice softened, "I'm sorry fro so many things." He hit the wall with his fist. "I just didn't want to lose you like I lost everyone else. please." He hollowed.
Harry stopped at the middle of the steps. His hand gripped the railing so hard that the blood was running to the surface. Sirius. the one person he always found family in, the one connection between his parents. How could he have lied all these years? Sirius hadn't come to Hogwarts to stop Peter from killing him. nor to avenge his best friend's and his wife's death. No, Sirius came to get even with Peter for taking away something he just found he had. Harry doubt if the reasoning of the matter have a bearing but it somehow ate Harry up inside. Or maybe it was the newly rising fact, deep in his soul that he shouldn't even be born.
Harry, in those few seconds standing on the stairs felt himself pulled between two worlds. The world, the state, he once knew at Privet Drive, a boy with broken glasses, messy hair and baggy clothes. He thought his life was awful then; underfed, poorly dressed, being Dudley's punching bag. Even if things weren't perfect, Harry didn't know anything. He was happy believing his parents died in a car crash, that he should have been born and that an evil wizard was not out to kill him. And in the other state he knew everything. which summed up to him not being alive. The thought shuttered him. It broke his core.
"Harry," Seri whispered. She was at the top of the steps looking down at him. "Daddy doesn't mean what he says," she coed. "He. he is just kinda jealous about. about Charlie. Daddy didn't want my mum having to be shameful and he couldn't understand how mum wasn't the least bit shameful." Harry loosened his grip. "He is just mad. the whole affair is bring back bad memories."
Harry turned and flew into her arms. She patted his hair with mild affection.
"Yes, it has brought back memories." Harry and Seri parted. Aunt Petunia was seen pushing the old trunk out of a closet. She sat on it and stared at Harry. "What troubles him Seri?"
Seri looked at her hands and answered, "His parents."
"Awe, as I thought." Aunt Petunia was obviously trying to be compassionate, but her crude voice was sharp and about as comforting as a porcupine.
"Harry, I think it's about time I told you the."
"Truth. yeah, yeah, yeah," Harry said stepping toward her. He messed with his hair. "Don't try and ease your way into this okay," He added flatly. "Just tell me what I need to know a scuzz off."
Aunt Petunia lowered her eyebrows, but picked up one end of the trunk and Harry the other.
"Best place would be mom's living room." Seri called after them as Harry led the way down the stairs.
Harry was walking backwards and his Aunt watching her feet carefully. Seri was staring down at them and Sirius came behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "How will he take it sweetie?"
"Not good daddy, not good."
"Come on Harry," Aunt Petunia said closing the drawing room door behind her. Harry picked up the chest and sat in front of the well tended fire.
"That fire wasn't here earlier." Petunia announced.
"Kreacher Probably did it," Harry waved his hand.
"Did Mr. Harry Potter summon Kreacher?" The house elf appeared out of no where. Aunt Petunia squealed.
"BE GONE YOU BEAST!"
"Calm down Mistress Petunia Evans." Kreacher said, backing up, hand up in defense.
"It's alright Kreacher. just make sure no one bothers us, okay?" Harry smoothed.
"Yes, Master Harry Potter. I is most thankful to you." Kreacher hugged Harry's leg and vanished.
"Strange creature," Petunia hissed. She took a seat on the floor next to the trunk.
"Harry?" She whispered, patting the floor next to her.
Harry sighed and sat where her hand was.
"I just had to tell you that." She started.
"If you don't mind, just tell me what you have to tell me. I've heard it all."
Petunia looked at him thunderstruck, but did as she was told and didn't finish her sentence. She put a rusted pure gold key into the silver lock.
She took an old dust rag and cleaned the top. The casing on the corners looked to be silver with gold trim. Harry eased forward to see what was inside.
His aunt sigh and threw open the top. A storm of dust came at them.
"Stupid stuff!" Petunia screamed beating the insides with the rag.
"Stop. stop. Aunt Petunia.it's stop." Harry said grabbing her wrists.
"Oh, right," She sighed. "Well, if you wouldn't like to be told look." She heaved another sigh, stood and sat on the couch watching Harry intently.
Harry looked at her, but eased over and went through the trunk.
It was about the same size as the one he had only it was deep green and his was a ruby red. There were small robes black robes with the Slytherin House's embroidered on the chest. Most be a Malfoy's, Harry thought.
He pushed the robes to the side and with drew some books. Healing for the 20th century.Magical Beauty, It's Magic. Beyond that was a shoe box, much like Harry had of all his letters in his trunk. He pulled the rubber band off the top and read some of the notes.
"Meet me out side the Trophy Room at Mid-night. Vernon."
"Maybe she won't get in Pet, maybe she's not as good as you. Vernon."
"That's great news Petunia! Lily got in! Why are you worried? If the rumors about your family are true, Lily is a shoe in for Slytherin. But, we could do something to be positive. Meet me outside the third empty room on the third floor before you go to the feast. McGonagall (the new Transformation teacher) will be bring the Sorting Hat down for the first years. We'll sneak into Dippit's office before she gets it. Jinx it to put Lily in Slytherin house. Love, Vernon."
"You. and Uncle Vernon. Hogwarts?" Harry gasped.
His Aunt looked at him. "I wasn't going to say anything remember."
Harry, fuming by his Aunts answer went on threw the notes. More out meeting, more about Lily.
"Dear Petunia, I'm so sorry about everything. About Lily, about your parents, about that new secondary school, about being expelled. It's my entire fault and I know you must hate me. it was my idea and I just wanted you to be happy. But, even after five years. I still think about you every two seconds. you're the last face to blur out of my mind before I go to sleep and the first to return in the morning. I can't go on through life thinking you hate me when I love you so. I can't take you not returning word or ignoring my very existence. Please, I beg of you.write me back and at least tell me you forgive me if nothing else. Love, Vernon."
Harry reread the letter. who knew his uncle could be so sweet.
At the bottom of the stack was a journal. The first pages were folded over. daily routines. ones of a silly school's girl crushes and dislikes. But one page was written in blood red.
"September 3rd, I hate Vernon Dursely! It all started with perfect, snobby Lillian got her letter to Hogwarts. I was so excited. my little sister would be going to my school! But I worried that she wouldn't get into my house, so I owled my boyfriend Vernon about this. He was so sweet, said that everything would be okay, that he had an idea. So two days ago I met him outside the head Master's office. We were going to jinx the hat into putting Lily in Slytherin with us. When we got into the office we found out that Professor Dippit had died over the break and that this new one, Dumbledore, had stepped in. Of course because of the feast, he wasn't there, but his stupid phoenix was. We didn't realize that in time though. Vernon found the hat and pulled it off the shelf. I held it while he cleared his throat to jinx it. But noo.. That stupid bird swooped down and picked up the hat in her beak. The hat woke up and started screaming, I was holding onto the brim trying to get the bird off of it. Dumbledore heard the noise and came bashing into the room. Fawks, the stupid bird, flew to his shoulder. And since I was pulling so hard against the bird and now I wasn't I lost balance and fell into the book shelve. This stupid sword fell from the top. I put my hands (and the hat) over my head and the sword disappeared. Dumbledore said it was the very sword Godic Gryffindor wore at his hip. Who cares.Gryffindor is full of snobs, like that whole Potter crew. They strut around the school thinking they are better than everyone. PST! So, Vernon and I got expelled for our little theatrical. It's not like that was our first strike either. We've gotten in trouble loads of times, sneaking out after hours, laying traps for the stupid Kyle Potter and Cassidy Hagan lover session. I swear, their romance is so weird you can turn it off and on like a light switch! And to top off getting expelled, hating Vernon now and forever, getting sent to a muggle secondary school and pissing off my parents till the break of day Lily. perfect daughter Lily got put in Slytherin. It seems because Vernon had already said her name and the swore of Gryffindor fell in the hat that instead of Slytherin she landed Gryffindor. I hate her! Although I'm proud to see she hates the youngest Potter boy, she still runs around with the Potter girl. I think we messed up the hat completely because to Dark Family of the Black lost their eldest son Sirius to Gryffindor. That'll teach me. But so I'll go on, my parents raving about Lily and her new house and her new friends, bragging to everyone about Lily. I'm dead to them!"
"You got expelled?" Harry gasped.
"Read," Petunia barked. Her face had fallen, staring at her hands, shaking.
Harry flipped the pages.
"October 13 I'm scared. If I haven't done anything right in my life, why did I have to go this wrong.? I've promised that my hate for Vernon Dursely would live forever. but here I am at 25 and I've screwed up. Every year, on routine, he sends me a letter telling me how sorry he is like I haven't forgiven him. I have. I forgave him a long time ago, but I want to keep the distance. I've burned almost every letter except. I've always been scared there was something there between us and after how much trouble it got us in when we were only 13. Now I have proof that us together is trouble waiting to happen. So, he wrote me the other day, and I somehow forced myself to read it. I wrote back and before I knew it we were at the restaurant, in his car. in the back seat. I don't know what happened, even now. dear lord I think I'm pregnant. It really wouldn't be that bad, I mean I could live with myself except I had to wear the stupid cream bride's maid dress at Lily's wedding. She married a stupid, rich Potter who can give her anything and everything she wants. Now, I can't even compare to her. a child out of wed lock?"
Harry looked at the diary then to her.
"Next page Harry. read it aloud would you?" Petunia said, whipping her face with her shaking hands.
"November 1," Harry read, "I've longed for it since I could ever remember. I always wanted to one up on Lillian Evans. She was pretty; I was ugly, she was smart; I got expelled, she got married to James; I had to marry my baby's daddy. Lily has always been that perfect girl, the one I live in the shadow is and I've always wanted the problem to go away, disappear. It has. Lily and her husband were murdered yesterday. I know I should be singing and dancing around but my heart aches. I hold her child with his beautiful black hair just like James', I look at his eyes and they're like Lily's and then that scar. It's so fresh, so new to pain. It will be on him forever, the beginning of a world of pain. Then there is Dudley, my child. Kicking and screaming in his high chair, well knowing new and expensive diapers and toys crying because his food isn't warm. How can these two be related? One has been through more as a baby a sits still, staring at you with bright eyes and the one who knows nothing but what he wants sits crying as though being murders. How can I think that? Think that Lily's child is better than mine? I better watch it, I can't fall in love with her kid; I can't favor him over mine. I've always been better than Lily and my son next to her's is the same!" Harry stopped and looked at her. She was crying into her hands. "Aunt Petunia?"
"Shut up Harry. Please." She went on crying.
"Harry, daddy," Seri said. She had rounded them up about an hour later and sat them on Sirius' old Gryffindor bed. "I'm. I'm getting married."
Harry who already knew this tried to look thunderstruck of Sirius, but he mostly smiled. He saw the joy in Seri's eyes when Charlie bent down, he heard her asking rash question in denial it was even happening and he saw the look upon Seri's face now. She was in love.
"Married?!?" Sirius croaked. "Too who?"
Seri giggled and showed Sirius the ring. It wasn't huge like the one Aunt Petunia wore on her bone hand, but it was bigger than the one Seri wore of her mother's. It was a thick, gold band with three studded diamonds on it, the middle one two times bigger than the other two.
Sirius looked from the ring to Seri's face, "WHO?"
"Charlie daddy," Seri said, admiring her own ring.
"Charlie Weasley?!?! The boy can't even tie his shoes without magic!"
Seri dropped her hand and looked at her father.
"You deserve better Seri, that's all!" Sirius added.
"How can you say that?" Seri asked. Her eyes where streaming.
"Oh don't ask me that, love can't support a family. I know!" Sirius stood up and began passing. "Why if your mum and I were that naïve we would have been married straight out of Hogwarts!"
Seri covered her face with her hands than looked up. She bit her lower lip and took a breath. Harry touched her shoulder and she shrugged him off.
"I." she nodded, "I know what this is about."
"How could you?" Sirius barked.
"It's about mum."
"Of course it is. isn't."
"It's about mum. yes it is! You were too fucking scared to ask her to marry you. didn't want."
"I didn't want her go shopping with the stupid Slytherin Lillian Evans while Lily flaunted the HUGE ring Potter got her! I didn't want her being unstable, I didn't want." Sirius softened his voice and his eyes fell not on Seri but on Harry. "Harry, I'm."
"Don't." Harry said shortly. "I don't want to be dragged into this, but you could have just said something. Now I know why you came after Peter for revenge instead of me." Harry shook his head. "You weren't after him for what he did for my parents; you were after him for what he did to you!"
"Harry." Seri said softly.
"You finally got enough balls to ask Angelica to marry you and he took her away. "
"It's not like that Harry," Sirius said, "I love your parents and Angelica. I just didn't want him to hurt you. Harry, Harry wait!" Sirius followed Harry out the door and watched him walk down the stairs. "Harry." he screamed. His voice softened, "I'm sorry fro so many things." He hit the wall with his fist. "I just didn't want to lose you like I lost everyone else. please." He hollowed.
Harry stopped at the middle of the steps. His hand gripped the railing so hard that the blood was running to the surface. Sirius. the one person he always found family in, the one connection between his parents. How could he have lied all these years? Sirius hadn't come to Hogwarts to stop Peter from killing him. nor to avenge his best friend's and his wife's death. No, Sirius came to get even with Peter for taking away something he just found he had. Harry doubt if the reasoning of the matter have a bearing but it somehow ate Harry up inside. Or maybe it was the newly rising fact, deep in his soul that he shouldn't even be born.
Harry, in those few seconds standing on the stairs felt himself pulled between two worlds. The world, the state, he once knew at Privet Drive, a boy with broken glasses, messy hair and baggy clothes. He thought his life was awful then; underfed, poorly dressed, being Dudley's punching bag. Even if things weren't perfect, Harry didn't know anything. He was happy believing his parents died in a car crash, that he should have been born and that an evil wizard was not out to kill him. And in the other state he knew everything. which summed up to him not being alive. The thought shuttered him. It broke his core.
"Harry," Seri whispered. She was at the top of the steps looking down at him. "Daddy doesn't mean what he says," she coed. "He. he is just kinda jealous about. about Charlie. Daddy didn't want my mum having to be shameful and he couldn't understand how mum wasn't the least bit shameful." Harry loosened his grip. "He is just mad. the whole affair is bring back bad memories."
Harry turned and flew into her arms. She patted his hair with mild affection.
"Yes, it has brought back memories." Harry and Seri parted. Aunt Petunia was seen pushing the old trunk out of a closet. She sat on it and stared at Harry. "What troubles him Seri?"
Seri looked at her hands and answered, "His parents."
"Awe, as I thought." Aunt Petunia was obviously trying to be compassionate, but her crude voice was sharp and about as comforting as a porcupine.
"Harry, I think it's about time I told you the."
"Truth. yeah, yeah, yeah," Harry said stepping toward her. He messed with his hair. "Don't try and ease your way into this okay," He added flatly. "Just tell me what I need to know a scuzz off."
Aunt Petunia lowered her eyebrows, but picked up one end of the trunk and Harry the other.
"Best place would be mom's living room." Seri called after them as Harry led the way down the stairs.
Harry was walking backwards and his Aunt watching her feet carefully. Seri was staring down at them and Sirius came behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "How will he take it sweetie?"
"Not good daddy, not good."
"Come on Harry," Aunt Petunia said closing the drawing room door behind her. Harry picked up the chest and sat in front of the well tended fire.
"That fire wasn't here earlier." Petunia announced.
"Kreacher Probably did it," Harry waved his hand.
"Did Mr. Harry Potter summon Kreacher?" The house elf appeared out of no where. Aunt Petunia squealed.
"BE GONE YOU BEAST!"
"Calm down Mistress Petunia Evans." Kreacher said, backing up, hand up in defense.
"It's alright Kreacher. just make sure no one bothers us, okay?" Harry smoothed.
"Yes, Master Harry Potter. I is most thankful to you." Kreacher hugged Harry's leg and vanished.
"Strange creature," Petunia hissed. She took a seat on the floor next to the trunk.
"Harry?" She whispered, patting the floor next to her.
Harry sighed and sat where her hand was.
"I just had to tell you that." She started.
"If you don't mind, just tell me what you have to tell me. I've heard it all."
Petunia looked at him thunderstruck, but did as she was told and didn't finish her sentence. She put a rusted pure gold key into the silver lock.
She took an old dust rag and cleaned the top. The casing on the corners looked to be silver with gold trim. Harry eased forward to see what was inside.
His aunt sigh and threw open the top. A storm of dust came at them.
"Stupid stuff!" Petunia screamed beating the insides with the rag.
"Stop. stop. Aunt Petunia.it's stop." Harry said grabbing her wrists.
"Oh, right," She sighed. "Well, if you wouldn't like to be told look." She heaved another sigh, stood and sat on the couch watching Harry intently.
Harry looked at her, but eased over and went through the trunk.
It was about the same size as the one he had only it was deep green and his was a ruby red. There were small robes black robes with the Slytherin House's embroidered on the chest. Most be a Malfoy's, Harry thought.
He pushed the robes to the side and with drew some books. Healing for the 20th century.Magical Beauty, It's Magic. Beyond that was a shoe box, much like Harry had of all his letters in his trunk. He pulled the rubber band off the top and read some of the notes.
"Meet me out side the Trophy Room at Mid-night. Vernon."
"Maybe she won't get in Pet, maybe she's not as good as you. Vernon."
"That's great news Petunia! Lily got in! Why are you worried? If the rumors about your family are true, Lily is a shoe in for Slytherin. But, we could do something to be positive. Meet me outside the third empty room on the third floor before you go to the feast. McGonagall (the new Transformation teacher) will be bring the Sorting Hat down for the first years. We'll sneak into Dippit's office before she gets it. Jinx it to put Lily in Slytherin house. Love, Vernon."
"You. and Uncle Vernon. Hogwarts?" Harry gasped.
His Aunt looked at him. "I wasn't going to say anything remember."
Harry, fuming by his Aunts answer went on threw the notes. More out meeting, more about Lily.
"Dear Petunia, I'm so sorry about everything. About Lily, about your parents, about that new secondary school, about being expelled. It's my entire fault and I know you must hate me. it was my idea and I just wanted you to be happy. But, even after five years. I still think about you every two seconds. you're the last face to blur out of my mind before I go to sleep and the first to return in the morning. I can't go on through life thinking you hate me when I love you so. I can't take you not returning word or ignoring my very existence. Please, I beg of you.write me back and at least tell me you forgive me if nothing else. Love, Vernon."
Harry reread the letter. who knew his uncle could be so sweet.
At the bottom of the stack was a journal. The first pages were folded over. daily routines. ones of a silly school's girl crushes and dislikes. But one page was written in blood red.
"September 3rd, I hate Vernon Dursely! It all started with perfect, snobby Lillian got her letter to Hogwarts. I was so excited. my little sister would be going to my school! But I worried that she wouldn't get into my house, so I owled my boyfriend Vernon about this. He was so sweet, said that everything would be okay, that he had an idea. So two days ago I met him outside the head Master's office. We were going to jinx the hat into putting Lily in Slytherin with us. When we got into the office we found out that Professor Dippit had died over the break and that this new one, Dumbledore, had stepped in. Of course because of the feast, he wasn't there, but his stupid phoenix was. We didn't realize that in time though. Vernon found the hat and pulled it off the shelf. I held it while he cleared his throat to jinx it. But noo.. That stupid bird swooped down and picked up the hat in her beak. The hat woke up and started screaming, I was holding onto the brim trying to get the bird off of it. Dumbledore heard the noise and came bashing into the room. Fawks, the stupid bird, flew to his shoulder. And since I was pulling so hard against the bird and now I wasn't I lost balance and fell into the book shelve. This stupid sword fell from the top. I put my hands (and the hat) over my head and the sword disappeared. Dumbledore said it was the very sword Godic Gryffindor wore at his hip. Who cares.Gryffindor is full of snobs, like that whole Potter crew. They strut around the school thinking they are better than everyone. PST! So, Vernon and I got expelled for our little theatrical. It's not like that was our first strike either. We've gotten in trouble loads of times, sneaking out after hours, laying traps for the stupid Kyle Potter and Cassidy Hagan lover session. I swear, their romance is so weird you can turn it off and on like a light switch! And to top off getting expelled, hating Vernon now and forever, getting sent to a muggle secondary school and pissing off my parents till the break of day Lily. perfect daughter Lily got put in Slytherin. It seems because Vernon had already said her name and the swore of Gryffindor fell in the hat that instead of Slytherin she landed Gryffindor. I hate her! Although I'm proud to see she hates the youngest Potter boy, she still runs around with the Potter girl. I think we messed up the hat completely because to Dark Family of the Black lost their eldest son Sirius to Gryffindor. That'll teach me. But so I'll go on, my parents raving about Lily and her new house and her new friends, bragging to everyone about Lily. I'm dead to them!"
"You got expelled?" Harry gasped.
"Read," Petunia barked. Her face had fallen, staring at her hands, shaking.
Harry flipped the pages.
"October 13 I'm scared. If I haven't done anything right in my life, why did I have to go this wrong.? I've promised that my hate for Vernon Dursely would live forever. but here I am at 25 and I've screwed up. Every year, on routine, he sends me a letter telling me how sorry he is like I haven't forgiven him. I have. I forgave him a long time ago, but I want to keep the distance. I've burned almost every letter except. I've always been scared there was something there between us and after how much trouble it got us in when we were only 13. Now I have proof that us together is trouble waiting to happen. So, he wrote me the other day, and I somehow forced myself to read it. I wrote back and before I knew it we were at the restaurant, in his car. in the back seat. I don't know what happened, even now. dear lord I think I'm pregnant. It really wouldn't be that bad, I mean I could live with myself except I had to wear the stupid cream bride's maid dress at Lily's wedding. She married a stupid, rich Potter who can give her anything and everything she wants. Now, I can't even compare to her. a child out of wed lock?"
Harry looked at the diary then to her.
"Next page Harry. read it aloud would you?" Petunia said, whipping her face with her shaking hands.
"November 1," Harry read, "I've longed for it since I could ever remember. I always wanted to one up on Lillian Evans. She was pretty; I was ugly, she was smart; I got expelled, she got married to James; I had to marry my baby's daddy. Lily has always been that perfect girl, the one I live in the shadow is and I've always wanted the problem to go away, disappear. It has. Lily and her husband were murdered yesterday. I know I should be singing and dancing around but my heart aches. I hold her child with his beautiful black hair just like James', I look at his eyes and they're like Lily's and then that scar. It's so fresh, so new to pain. It will be on him forever, the beginning of a world of pain. Then there is Dudley, my child. Kicking and screaming in his high chair, well knowing new and expensive diapers and toys crying because his food isn't warm. How can these two be related? One has been through more as a baby a sits still, staring at you with bright eyes and the one who knows nothing but what he wants sits crying as though being murders. How can I think that? Think that Lily's child is better than mine? I better watch it, I can't fall in love with her kid; I can't favor him over mine. I've always been better than Lily and my son next to her's is the same!" Harry stopped and looked at her. She was crying into her hands. "Aunt Petunia?"
"Shut up Harry. Please." She went on crying.