A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #4 – sociology – Task 1 -Prompt: Write about being unable to go somewhere (off-limits, locked out etc).
Insane Prompt challenge: 477: Location – Kings Cross Station
Writing club September:
Assorted Appreciation: 7 - Martha Jones - Emotion: Jealousy. Alt - Dialogue: "I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best. But you know what? I am good."
Disney Challenge: Characters - 2. Terk - Write about saying something you don't mean in the heat of the moment.
Showtime: 23 - How Long? - (action) Wishing
Amber's Attic: 17 - Petunia Dursley and Lily Evans
Lyric Alley: 9 - It was the heat of the moment
Word count: 326
Petunia found she not put a foot on the train. Her foot just seemed to pass through it, as though it were an illusion. Lily stared at the spot where Petunia's foot was, seemingly in the middle of the step.
"So I guess that's how they keep muggles off," she whispered as Petunia put her foot back on the solid ground of the platform. "I'm sorry Tuney, I thought, that maybe...if you got on the train, that..."
"It would mean he was wrong? I was hopeful too, Lils," Petunia whispered trying to keep the bitterness from her voice. It wasn't fair that Lily was magic, that Lily was special. Lily always got everything. A knife of envy seemed to stab Petunia through the chest. She wanted to ignore it, wanted to be happy for her little sister. It was hard when Lily seemed to get everything she wanted, when Lily was the pretty one, the smart one.
"I'll still see you on holiday, and I'll write! There must be someway to write to you, and mum, and dad," she stated. Petunia snorted.
"Yeah, write all about your fun little adventures at your fancy little magic school. I'll tell you all about having to wash the dishes and help mum make dinner while you get to be special," she nearly snarled. Lily's eyes widened.
"It's not my fault! I was born this way, Tuney."
"Then you were born wrong," Petunia whispered. She tried not to feel guilty as Lily's eyes started two well with tears.
"You'll regret saying that," Lily said softly trying to get her sister to look at her. Petunia turned and walked away from the train.
"Special Lily," she muttered as she climbed into the car with their parents. "More like freak Lily," she added a slight smile forming on her thin lips. Maybe if Lily was a freak, something to be mocked, maybe, just maybe, Petunia wouldn't feel so bad about hating her.