I don't own these characters, but I thought this might enlighten some of you on what my opinion is on Petunia! It takes place when she finds out her sister is dead.

Chapter 1- Bitter Petunia

I woke up early, Dudley had been fussing for some food so I went down the stairs to warm some baby cereal for the poor boy. I put the rice and peaches into a bowl and set it into our microwave to heat, when I decided to see if the milk had come that morning yet. I opened the door to find a child. I screamed. What else could I have done? I was sorry that I had woken him, but there was nothing to be done about it by that point.

"Petunia? What is it?" My husband called from our bedroom, where he was already getting ready for work.

I didn't say anything for a moment. There wasn't anything to say, as far as I could tell. The child was crying, and I picked up the bundle that had black hair that, even for a baby seemed to fly everywhere. There was something vaguely familiar with this child, but I couldn't quite figure out what it could have been. That's when I saw the note, the dreaded note. "Vernon! Vernon come here!"

Vernon came into the room and began to become flustered at what I was holding in my arms. He asked, not entirely calm, and I told him that I wasn't sure. "It's your sister's dreaded boy," Vernon said. "I'm sure of it!" The baby couldn't have been any younger than my Duddy, so I told Vernon to give the child a bit of food as I attempted to figure out what was going on. I opened the envelope and sat down to read its contents.

Petunia,

I know this will come as a shock to you and your family, but you are the only family this boy has left. We need you to care for the boy. Harry will become a great asset to our world, and I expect that you will be able to raise him, and take care of his needs until he is old enough to do so for himself.

Your sister, Lily, has been killed by a curse, as was her husband, James. There was a protection Lily gave to Harry that only you can provide now. I will personally see to it that your family will not be harmed, if you keep the child in your household. If you do not, I can guarantee nothing to you or your loved ones under any other circumstances. There will be others checking on Harry from time to time.

My deepest sympathies at this loss,

Albus Dumbledore

I sat there, stunned. I took the note in to my husband, who was attempting to feed Dudley and giving bits to my nephew from time to time. Vernon read the note, put it down on the table, and slammed his fist onto it. "They want us to care for him? She hasn't talked to you in years, and they want us to carry the burden? We'll just have to write them back and tell them to take the boy!"

Vernon's temper was rising quickly, but I didn't think it a good idea to tamper with this Dumbledore, whoever he was. "Perhaps we can care for him. We are his last family, Vern, and I think it wise to-"

"I won't have that…that…freak in our household, fraternizing with our son!"

"We don't have to let that happen, Vernon, I'm sure we can keep him from doing…you know," Vernon had found out about what Lily was nearly a year after we had been married. He thought it unnatural and wrong, and I couldn't have agreed more. I was never sure that my sister could do magic, until she 'became of age' as she had always said. Lily had, at one time, shared her life with me, but that ended when she went to that school of hers, and forgot all about me. I forgot too, eventually.

"As long as we put an end to it, I'll go along with it, but not unless you swear to me-"

"I swear we'll end it," I promised.

Vernon finished getting ready for work as I finished feeding Dudley and Harry. When Vernon was gone, I finally let it all sink in. Lily was dead, cursed by some wizard. This was all his fault, the boy she was so proud to bring home, the arrogant bastard that got her involved in the first place. It was his fault that my sister was gone, and it was his fault that I'd never get to see her again. I had visited Lily once, since I had been married. Vernon and I had gotten into a fight, and I didn't know where else to go. I snuck over to her place for a word. Vernon didn't like the fact that she was a witch, and even though I didn't either, she was still my sister. Lily was engaged to him by then, and they were at her flat, watching a movie or something, I don't quite remember. He left and I talked to Lily. She's the reason I didn't divorce Vernon, and James is the reason she's dead.

This was entirely his fault, having a child that now had to be looked after and cared for, a child that would most likely be a wizard because of him. I had always thought that Lily would settle down with a nice boy from the country club we went to every summer, or from her primary school days, but she choose him. He thought one time that it would be funny to turn me into a mouse. It worked, and if it hadn't been for Lily, I'm not sure he would have turned me back, but she still married him. I hate him for all he did, and for all he made me lose out on. My boy would never know Lily. We had always dreamed of what it would be like to both have children. I promised her I'd spoil my nieces and nephews.

I looked at the one she had left for me; a small boy, for his age, with messy black hair and a small scar. I wondered what he had done to himself to get that. Harry had my sister's eyes, but that was it. As I looked at him I became more and more angry about the fact that James seemed to dominate in the boy's looks. The hatred I felt toward James bubbled up again, and I found that I was giving the boy less and less of the food I had made for him, and giving his left over portion to Dudley. I would end the rest of what his father had left him, because I wouldn't let this boy do what he did to Lily, I wouldn't let him get involved in that world of pain and suffering, especially since the only ones who suffer are the Muggles, like me. I will always hate James, and anyone that comes from him and if he becomes like his father, I will never forgive him either!