"It's the good memories that make the death of a loved one the most painful."

Chapter 7: Death

The day after Halloween Vernon was going out to his car, but something was on our front step. It was a basket and he just assumed it was a gift of some sort. Without even looking at it he set the basket on the kitchen table. He then left as I tried to reassure Dudley he could have some candy after lunch. I buckled under his screams and handed him over two suckers and chocolate bar. He waddled off into his room.

That's when a noise startled me. Looking up I became fully aware of the basket. Was it just me…or was it crying? Carefully I pulled back the blanket that lay in the basket. I gasped. There laying in the basket was Harry Potter. Lily's son. But why was he here? How could Lily be so careless to just dump him off at my doorstep?

That is when I noticed the letter. Cautiously I pulled it out and read it. It described quite plainly that Harry was under my care now. My sister had been murdered along with her husband and Harry needed a place to stay that had his mother's blood. Naturally I was first pick. One part of the letter stuck out very clearly to me

'Lily always bragged about her older sister when she was at school. She always talked about who much prettier and caring she was. How she would sacrifice anything for her sister,'

I stared down at young Harry. He continued to cry until he stuck his thumb into his mouth to soothe himself.

I fell into the chair nearest me. My sister dead? I could suddenly recall the day she was born very clearly. I remembed being so excited to have a sister. I tried to search my heart for the bad times of Lily, but could only find dear memories. I remembed Lily and I sharing an ice cream cone.

Lily and I having our first christmas together.

Me bragging to my friends about having a younger sister.

The pain my sister was caused by my mother's death.

All the nights Lily slept in my bed when she had a nightmare…even when she got older.

Lily's laughter as she helped me pick out my wedding dress. The salesclerk kept bringing me hideous gowns.

Teaching Lily to steal cookies out of the cookie jar and not get caught.

Lily cleaning my dress at my wedding.

Lily lying and saying she broke the vase after it was I who had done it.

Lily and I swinging and jumping off to see who could go the furthest.

Lily's hugs.

The way she always looked at me with adoring eyes.

Teaching Lily to eat cookies and milk.

Building the 'worlds best sandcastle' with Lily.

Promising Lily we'd be best friends forever.

Lily's emerald green eyes

My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of my chest. My sister was dead. MY SISTER WAS DEAD! The sister I had wished so greatly for. The one I shared everything with! She was dead. I was never going to see her again.

Tears began to shake my body as I remembered more and more of my dear sister Lily.

A noise broke my sobs.

"MOMMMYYY!" Dudley screamed from the other room. I quickly wiped my eyes and stood up, nervously trying to straighten out my skirt.

"I'm coming Dudley," I hollered back, my voice cracking. I took one last look at Harry. He opened his eyes and stared right at me. Stared at me with those emerald green eyes. Lily's eyes.

Those eyes would always be my painful memory of my sister.

Oh those eyes…

The End

(A/N: I hope you like the ending. I hope it was sad enough for some of you. I really enjoyed writing a fic from a different POV than you usually see, and I plan on writing a lot more on other character's POV. Characters that I feel go overlooked and have a much bigger story to tell than we may think…