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Petunia was always jealous of her little sister. She got everything, including magic. Petunia was never magical. Her little sister was, though, and that was one of the worst feelings in the world.
She wanted to go to a magical school like Hogwarts. She wanted to learn how to make sparks from her wand. Most importantly, she wanted to become the greatest witch around.
That never happened.
So when Harry Potter was dumped on her doorstep she was annoyed. Why should she look after some magical brat? He was just going to be like his mother.
He was just going to be like his father.
She didn't want to become jealous of someone years younger than her.