by Komillia (komillia@hotmail.com)
A/N: I forgot to say this in the first chapter, but another big thanks go to the site www.sothere.com for giving me the idea to this fanfic. Also to Victory: Thanks for the suggestions, I have a few ideas on how to do it, let's just hope that my inspiration works with me. :)
November 3rd, 1981
Dear Lily,
I don't even know why I'm writing this letter. Why I bother. There are so many other things I could do. After all, now that you so considerately died and left behind your child on the doorstep, I have now have two children to care for instead of one. I am a very busy woman, yet I have taken the time to write you a letter.
A letter that you will never read.
I can't say that I always hated you. You were not always the abnormal freak who I could never mention. On the contrary, I used to love your dearly and speak of you with pride. You were the baby of our family and no one could resist loving you. I would dress you up in pretty clothes and everyone who saw you told me how adorable you were. And I was proud, proud because this adorable little child was my sister.
I learned how to read and write. I read bedtime stories to you so that you would fall asleep and have sweet dreams instead of nightmares. No bully would dare to tease you because when you ran to me for protection, all I had to do was to glare for them to stop bothering you. I started a new school and you missed me so much. You used to run up and hug me the moment I stepped through the door and came home. Then you would listen so attentively when I told you about school, how wonderful my friends were, what the boys were like, which professor was kind or boring. You used to say that you longed for the day when you would start the same school. We would be better friends, better sisters.
But then that letter came. That horrible, wretched, awful letter.
Mum and dad were so happy, so overjoyed. Their little Lily… a witch! If possible, they loved you and spoiled you even more. And you were happier than anyone else. Happy to be a witch, to be more special, to go to that damned magic school. You ceased to be my precious little sister the moment that letter arrived. You would never run to me for protection again, never listen to what I had to say. All the letters you wrote and sent were all about you. You, magic, you again and more magic. About that awful boy who infuriated you so much.
So I stopped answering the letters, burned them in the fireplace. But you never guessed, did you? You just assumed that you were still as loved, only I was slightly too busy to answer the letters. You just addressed the letters to mum and dad instead, who out of pride and joy read them out loud the moment they arrived.
Then you had the nerve to write to me again, telling me not the marry Vernon. That he was a horrible man, that I could find someone better. I never answered that letter and I married Vernon as soon as possible. How dared you meddle in my life after you had so inconsiderately disrupted it with your special, oh so special magic and your abnormality?
I hated you by then. I hated you for always being so talented, so pretty and so unconditionally loved by everyone. No one except me knew what a treacherous person you were, to forget all about the importance of sisterhood once you waltzed into your new glorious and wonderful life at that school. A life where I had no place and you never even noticed.
There are big differences between you and me. I never left anyone behind. I stayed by mum and dad's sides until their death, I cared for them and did I everything I could for them. I will be here for my son when he grows up, for both him and Vernon for the rest of my life. I won't just leave anyone behind like you did when you went to that school and even to death. I will even raise your son, the boy with your eyes who you loved so much. I will not love him nor will I care for him. All my love and devotion is for those who truly deserve it, those who can be trusted.
Goodbye,
Petunia
