a/n: I would like to thank the Harry Potter Lexicon for their timelines. Granted I could not find on there the dates of Lily and James's marriage, let alone Vernon and Petunia's but it gave me a good idea of when they would be.

PETUNIA:CHAPTER 6: THAT DURSLEY CHAP

Petunia didn't even wait to here what he had to say. She began weeping; the door thrown wide open. "Here now!" said the policeman, at a loss, "You ain't even heard the news yet!"

"W-what i-ssss it!" she sobbed.

The policeman shifted uncomfortably and fidgeted with his hat. "It's your parents…" Petunia let out a loud squeak. The policeman looked somewhat taken aback but plowed on admirably. "like I said, your parents, there was a terrible car accident…" he paused as if expecting Petunia to emit another squeaking noise. But she merely stared at him her mouth slack. "they- they're gone. I mean to say they're….well, they're dead."

Petunia slammed the door shut in his face, threw herself on the floor and bawled. The policeman heard her anguished sobs through the door but didn't know what to do. He slowly placed his hat back on his head and got back in his car.

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Petunia paused at the door. She took one last look at her childhood home with mournful eyes. It was empty; she had sold everything except for a few priceless objects she could not bring herself to part with.

"Are you coming Petunia?"

She tore her self away and Vernon Dursley took her arm and led her outside. He had been a great help to her. He advised her on auctioning off her parent's belongings and selling her house. He was also something strong and warm she could rely on.

When she arrived at her shabby little apartment she found an owl sitting on the window sill. She opened the window and removed the letter tied to its ankle. She was relieved when it flew off; she didn't like owls.

Dearest Petunia,

I so wish we could be together now. I can hardly believe it! I've arranged to spend Easter with James' family. I don't know what I'll do after I graduate. But I shall find my own apartment; I shan't be a burden to you.

Yours,

Lily

Petunia was pleased that Lily wouldn't be staying with her. Yet, she felt sad. She closed her eyes and forced her sadness out of her mind.

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Petunia gazed unbelievingly at the ring on her finger. She had been dating Vernon for barley three months. A proposal had been the last thing she was expecting. They had been at a party celebrating his new job at Grunnings when he had popped the question.

They had set the date that night. It seemed he had it all planned out. In four months time he would have enough money to buy a house in a crisp and proper neighborhood. They were to be married on July the 12th, 1978.

As Petunia barely had any money to her name Vernon's family would be paying for the wedding. This seemed to make Mrs. Dursley think that since she was paying everything should be under her jurisdiction. She brought Petunia along to do the planning. She would even ask her her opinion on things but she did not wait for her to answer. Petunia eventually gave up voicing her opinions at all and resigned herself to her position. They were, after all, very kind to pay for the wedding when traditionally the bride's family shelled the money out. But they have to if they want a decent wedding, a voice in her head said. Petunia shook her head. "No, they are kind, very kind."she muttered under her breath.

"How's that, dear?" inquired Mrs. Dursley, clearly shocked that her future daughter-in-law was talking to herself.

"I was just saying how kind you are to do this all for us." Petunia said truthfully.

"Well, we only want the best for our son and his fiancé." Mrs. Dursley said pompously.

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Petunia felt as if banging her head against the wall would be a much better pastime than listening to Vernon's sister Marge drone on about her bulldogs. Bulldogs weren't even pertinent to the subject at hand; wedding invitations. She was grateful for Marge's help but she would rather do it on her own if that meant she could do it in silence.

"That takes care of our side of the family. Do you have any relatives you would like to invite?" Petunia would normally have been ecstatic for a change of subject but this was an exception.

"My sister is my only living relative." She said

"Yes, how tragic." Marge said without any real emotion in her voice. "Shall we send an invitation to Miss Evans and guest then?"

"Yes." Petunia replied distractedly. It had just occurred to her that she had never told Vernon the truth about Lily. He thought she went to an all girls school somewhere out in the country. She was afraid of what he'd think if he knew that Lily was a…one of them.