If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
If you poison us, do we not die?
If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
---William Shakespeare---

I have put up with your tormenting. I have put up with your bullying. I have put up with your abuse. I have put up with your prejudice and discrimination. I have put up with your hatred of me. I have put up with being your slave. But this… this, I cannot.

If you wrong me, I shall have my revenge. And this is not just me. I will call in my friends, the loyal Gryffindors that we are, and we shall have my revenge. Provoke one; fight all. You learnt that back in primary school. We will not stand here, watching from above, and take this anymore.

I care. I have feelings, you know. I'm not just an empty soul. I have emotions; I'm a real person, no matter my blood or abilities. Because, inside, I'm still the little sister you grew up with. You don't realise it, but I'm still the same.

You say I'm jealous of you. I admit it; for awhile, I was. Sure, I was a witch, and you weren't, but you knew where you were going in life. You had a steady boyfriend you loved, and who returned the feeling- you are now married to him. What did I have, however? I had good test scores. I knew nothing of the world I had deserted seven years ago to go to a school I had never heard of, never thought to exist. I knew nothing of the world I had entered. I had a pest who seemed infatuated with me, yet was a complete jerk to me as soon as I rejected him, time after time.

But now, I'm not. I have a loving husband- coincidentally, the same pest. I have a steady job, with good pay. I have a life all my own. I have money in the bank. I have friends who care about me. I have a caring, wonderful family.

To harm someone for doing nothing… I can not believe you, Petunia. You deliberately harmed my one-year-old son, for doing nothing except for being born! You locked him in your cupboard. You scared the savior of our world, my son. You fed him lies for ten years. You denied him his freedom. You dominated him by the simple fact that he was under your guardianship… and then don't tell him the truth, or let him see his friends, or live as normal a life a teenager can live. You deprived him of everything in his life he needed: a shoulder to cry on; a mother to teach him; food to eat; liquids to drink; toys to play with; glasses to see with… even clothes. You knew we left him money, both Magical and Muggle. You knew Magic couldn't be "stamped out" of a person.

Face it, Petty. You were jealous of my son, your nephew. He had everything you wanted: a famous name, money in the bank, power, magic, fans… and even a death curse to rid him of his life.

But what you've done now… I can not forgive you. You know his godfather just died. You know he is only safe with you because of my sacrifice. You know he won't audibly complain as you and your husband beat him time after time.

But, I can. Just because I am dead, Petunia, does not mean I cannot have my revenge. And I will. Maybe not now. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But, one day, when you least expect it. When you are beating him. When you are hurting him. When you need it most. One day, it will come. And you won't be able to do anything.

People say never to get in the way between a mother and her cubs. It's true. You harmed me when I was younger; this, I've forgiven you for. You harmed my son because he was mine; this, I will never forgive you for.

One day, I will get my revenge.