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"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia!"

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm naming you, my lovely snake, Sarseen, he did say you were a girl after all and you my lovely owl, you'll be called Hedwig."

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The Dursleys were not happy about the current arrangement. They were not happy at all. They had sworn that they would stamp out the Magic out of their household when they took in the boy. Harry.

Petunia had always known, always. She always knew that Harry was going to be just like her, just like Lily. The perfect girl, a genius, good-looking, nice, sweet and a witch. Lily had everything, showered by her parents praise. She was always loved more than herself. Petunia knew she was being irrational, she knew deep, deep inside that their parents loved them both equally but she couldn't help but be jealous.

She knew that everything she had done to Harry was wrong. She treated him wrong; she never even gave him a chance to a proper life. She hated it, she naturally wanted to put the blame on Vernon but she knew that she was to be held at blame as well. Although she had never harmed Harry physically, she had watched Vernon do it, she had known Dudley bullied him but she let it go on. She didn't help Harry; she didn't try to make Dudley or Vernon stop. If anything she was the one to be most at blame.

She was his closest relative, he had no one in this world, not one single person and she was his Aunt, she knew she should have been there for him. She had been unjust and completely out of order and only now did she let that regret come out, at the time Harry got his letter. She was disgusted in herself. Letting out all these emotions, bringing back all these memories.

Her parents had never treated Lily with contempt or anger or disgust, she was a witch and they had never done anything wrong to her. Why did she do it? Why did she do this when she knew that Lily would have never done what she had done to Dudley? Lily wouldn't have abused Dudley, she would have protected him with her life.

Petunia started to see how inhumane she had become, how inhumane she was. She hadn't even gone to the funeral. Her sister's funeral; and she still hadn't gone. She hadn't gone. She was more of a monster than what she had thought Harry was. She was a monster and she deserved to be punished, she knew that. But no one willingly wants to be punished. If it can be avoided then she would avoid it. She would redeem herself. Yes. That was the way, she would redeem herself. For herself, for Harry, for Lily even for Dudley who she wanted to grow up better than she was, better than his father. She wanted him to be a man, not a spoilt boy as she had brought him up to be. She would redeem herself and she would start with Harry.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of snoring from Vernon, signifying that he was in deep sleep, she turned to the other side of the bed, placed her head on the pillow and slept.

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The smell of eggs and sausages filled the Dursleys household almost dragging the two boys of the house downstairs. Vernon and Dudley. Petunia was cooking this morning, Harry hadn't returned and she didn't know when he would or even if he would. To be honest if she were him as soon as she had gotten away she would never return.

She was so angry at herself, how had she let this happen, this abuse. This disgusting abuse. She was truly disgusted in herself.

CLANG!

She had dropped the frying pan, nothing had spilt but she had burnt herself and she screamed out in pain, the frying pan had fallen flat on her toes. And it hurt. A lot.

"BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DROPPING OUR BREAKFA...Oh, it's you Petunia. Are you okay?" Vernon shouted out.

Wow. Even when he wasn't here Vernon wanted to hurl abuse at him. She was shocked, how had she been blind to this, under her very nose. In her own household. It was terrible of her. She had been blind to it, sightless, oblivious. Wow, she really was a monster. She called out that she was fine although she really wasn't. And she quickly set up the plates and breakfast and called them in.

They ate in silence, Vernon listening to the news. Dudley fidgeting, the pig's tail was still there. And Petunia imagined that it would be quite painful and irritating. They needed to go to a doctor about it, a private one. Or maybe...no...that was preposterous, surely she couldn't ask one of their kind. She couldn't ask a wizard or a witch.

There was a small clatter of letters falling to the floor in the corridor. Petunia went to fetch them, Vernon surely wasn't going to, Harry wasn't there and Dudley was stuffing his face with food, he surely wouldn't, so she did .

She came to the door, picked up the letters. Bills, Bills, Postcards, Back To School letters, The confirmation that Harry wouldn't be attending stonewall.

Harry was attending Hogwarts, he was a wizard. She wasn't surprised about it at all; she had known it couldn't be beaten out of him. Yet she had still let it happen, she sighed and started to head back to the dining room when there was a muffling of a few more letters falling to the ground. Oh how she hated it when the postman had to double back. Harry had to deal with this every day but Sunday. No post on Sunday's.

She picked up another pile of letters, more bills and a letter from Marge and...

Mr. Dudley Dursley
The Queen Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Surrey, England

It was an acceptance letter...to Hogwarts.

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A/N: Ok, a cliffhanger, yeah, yeah, yeah. Dudley got accepted. What's going to happen now? I think you'll like it. As always review, it's only a click away. Sorry about the briefness of this chapter, it just was one that I couldn't really drag out. By the way please got to my profile and vote on the poll, it'd be very helpful for this story. It's about the Fifth House animal. Here's a hint about the animals.

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