"... Downpour, just another Monday,
It's easy to watch it through the window,
As if it were falling somewhere far away,
Or through a spell turn it into snow.
But soft ! What light through yonder window breaks ?
None for no sun nor moon found the will to rise.
Rain falls, yet we hope that for all of our sakes,
They will shine tomorrow on a world they despise..."
He is back ! I have seen the relief in my nephew's eyes when he realized that I knew too what this implied. Yet as he looked into my eyes pleading for support against my husband I felt nothing but anger at him. Anger for throwing us in the middle of a war between people we don't belong to. If freaks murder freaks it could only be a good riddance for everyone, isn't it ?
I can still review all of that fateful day in my mind... My panic at seeing Dudley shivering and my fury at once again having these magical monsters hurting my family. For all our trouble in avoiding them, all we want them to do is too just leave us alone ! Learn your magic tricks if you want to, but don't come again to bother us ! That was all I asked, but of course our beloved nephew had to attract trouble once again. That day was the day I realized that the bubble of mediocrity I had created to protect us from them was perhaps not enough... I wanted to put Harry out of my house, but I owed Lily at least that... Even if I shall never admit it to anyone else.
They are all gone now... The little freak went to his freak school, Dudley is back at his father's school at Smeltings Private School, and Vernon is at work. How I love that man ! Everything about him is so common... so mediocre... and mediocrity is my greatest guaranty of safety... safety for my family from the monsters lurking outside. His hatred for abnormality... his job as a drills entrepreneur... his physical appearance, intellect there isn't a thing about him that is special... and that is why I fell in love with him... The man who helped me sever all the few links I still had with Lily's world... Although not even he could prevent Harry from coming with us... And with him in our house, I knew "he" would be after us too.
So this one he called Voldemort... Such is the name of the murderer of the Potters. Dear Lily, why have you brought doom upon yourself ? I saw it from the very first day you received the cursed letter. An aura of dread seemed to emanate from it though I was the only one to feel it. So much for magical abilities isn't it Lily ? In the end the only one able to foretell the future was I... You should have taken my advice Lily... At least you'd still be alive. Harry would have a normal life and be a normal boy, not this perturbed boy who seems to attract trouble wherever he goes. Look at the misfortune you brought upon your very own son, Lily ! Was magic and the power it gave you worth destroying your life and Harry's ? Was magic reward enough for the destruction of our lifelong friendship ? I never forgave you Lily... But now, almost fifteen years after your death, I wish... I wish I had at least told you that you remained my sister... I wish you hadn't died before I could see you one last time. But now... It is too late
Such is the fate of those who crave for power mankind shouldn't be allowed to possess. Wizards are foolish ; they have awakened a power they can even barely understand. Everyone knows what Man wants power for... Voldemort is just a symbol... A symbol of magic's own self-destruction... When he shall be destroyed ( as he shall be, for no power lives forever ) the magical folk will have no choice but to break their wands and destroy the link which binds some humans to this supernatural power. Supernatural says it all : it has no place in nature.
As for me, I shall do what I've always done, prying in my neighbors privacy and hearing adoringly Vernon's tales about drills... thrilling in his mediocrity, and settling into mine.
And shutting the windows and the doors, we shall die in our bubble of comfort and illusion...
Dedicated to Petunia Dursley, the wisdom within the nobodies...