(A/N: What Lily doesn't love James! Nope. She sure doesn't. Who does she love? I'm not telling…well I might if I feel like it, but I really want to leave it up to your imagination on who she loves. No, James did not force her to marry him. He asked and she figured 'Why not? He loves me, so might as well'. Feel kinda bad for James though...

Chapter 6: Babies

"How is my favorite new mom doing?" Vernon asked as he came downstairs.

"Tired," I managed to mutter. A young plump baby lay in his bassinet. He was fast asleep and I was most thankful for it. Vernon and I named him Dudley. Dudley Dursley. Now how cute is that? He was barely 2 months old and I thought he was the most precious thing ever. He had blonde hair and big blue eyes. I don't think I've ever loved anything more.

"You better be getting off to work," I said smiling at Vernon as he looked down at Dudley with a big grin on his face.

"Little tyke," he muttered. He kissed me before leaving for work and I set to doing various chores around the house. Cleaning, doing dishes, sweeping, your basic housewife things. I remember the telephone ringing. I rushed over to get it before it woke Dudley.

"Hello?"

"Petunia?" a frail voice asked.

"Lily?" I asked. I hadn't talked to my sister since her wedding. The day she told me that she didn't love the man she was marrying.

"Yes Petunia…I just wanted to call….to let you know that you have a nephew. I hear that I have one too," Lily said.

"Yes…His name is Dudley," I said slowly.

"I bet he is precious…My little boy is named Harry…oh and Petunia?"

"Yes Lily?"

"I was wondering if you'd be his godmother?" she asked. I nearly dropped the phone. I hadn't talked to my sister is almost over a year, and here she was calling me to ask me to be her sons godmother. What was I to say?

"S-Sure," I managed to stammer into the phone.

"Oh really Petunia? That's splendid. You'd love Harry. I know you would. Maybe I'll bring him over sometime and he and Dudley can be playmates. Wouldn't that be great?" asked Lily.

"Yes. Yes Lily. I suppose it would," I said gently into the phone.


"Wanna go see grandpa Duddykins?" I asked as Vernon strapped Dudley into his car seat. Dudley had grown to 6 months and was quite the doll. He was adorably plump. Like a little cherub. Dudley just made gurgling noises and gave me a smile as he pointed and muttered some baby language.

"Boy is so eager to speak," Vernon beamed as he climbed into the driver's seat. He started the car and we were off. We drove far out of town and eventually pulled up and into a place called Small Meadows Rest Home. My dad had recently moved in after he stared losing his memories.

"Lets go see grandpa!" I said giving Dudley a big smile and unstrapping him from his seat. We walked into the home and quickly found my dad. He was staring down at a chessboard as if pondering where to move.

"Hi Dad. Can you wave hi Dudley?" I muttered as I waved Dudley's hand towards his grandfather. My father did not look up. He continued to stare down at the board. Vernon and I exchanged nervous looks. After a minute or two my father looked up.

"Oh…Petunia…Is this your son? Quite the porker," My father mumbled.

"Petunia?" a voice rang out behind me. I turned and of all the days to visit my father, I had to pick the day that Lily was going to be doing the same.

"Hullo Lily," I greeted.

"I thought it was you! I don't think I've seen my nephew in quite some time," Lily cooed as she looked down at Dudley. Cradled in her own arms was a little boy with black hair and bright green eyes. His eyes darted in every direction as he sucked on his fist.


"Well, what were the chances of that happening?" Vernon grumbled as we got back into the car.

"I hope that boy of hers doesn't turn out weird like her," He continued. I only nodded. I think Vernon was rather shocked at what Lily had done. When father had shattered a glass, Lily whipped out her blasted wand as fast as she could and had it back to normal. For gods sake it still had the water in it and everything. Vernon just went beat red and sat there in silence for the rest of the afternoon.


Six months later I got another phone call from Lily.

"Petunia…" Lily breathed into the phone.

"What?" I asked exasperated. Dudley had just thrown a bowl of cereal across the room and was now screaming his head off.

"I just…wanted to say goodbye," she said slowly. I was confused. Why in the world would someone call just to say goodbye?

"Ookkk," I replied. MaybeI would have thought of something a lot more intelligent to say ifI knew that was going to be the last time my sister and I would speak.

"James, Harry and I have to be leaving. We won't be able to see or reach you for sometime…something has happened…I don't know when I will be able to talk to you again…but I just wanted to say goobye," Lily managed to get out. Before I could even think of what to say she hung up. I never got to give it much thought because Dudley then began throwing anything that he could reach.