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Disclaimer: This is one is just for Lily.
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Dear Lily,
Hello, Lily. I told you that you would reach a sticky end if you ran off with that Potter, didn't I? And here you are, my only sister, dead, blown away by some maniac. I told you.
Do you remember, as children, we'd never tell on each other? We were the best of friends. Then you turned eleven, and were gone for what seemed like forever. Do you know what people were thinking? Our parents counldn't tell any normal people where you went. Don't get me wrong, they wanted to. Perfect Lily, going to a perfect school for freaks. And poor Petunia left behind. At first, you sent letters, and then the letters became further and farther between. We grew apart. When you came home, you were a different person. No time for being with your little sister.
Then, you got your boyfriend. James Potter. I'll admit, he was handsome, in a reckless daring way. And that's the kind of life you wanted, wasn't it? Something away from our normal peaceful home. And so you married him, without as much as a by-your-leave. I was the last to know, I had to hear the neighbors discussing it!
And you got the life you wanted. You died young, and from what I can gather, you died because your best friend turned on you! Yes, Lily, the most exciting life was yours. Of course, I may lead a normal, quiet, life, but which one of us is still alive, hm?
And to ease your mind, I am taking care of your son, Harry. What a beastly name, Harry. I don't suppose he would be that bad if he was girl, and looked like you. But no, he's a boy, and will grow up to like exactly like Potter. Excepting your eyes. He has your eyes. But that's all.
Just so you know: I'll take care of your son as you looked after me, Lily, your little sister.
With Sisterly Love,