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Petunia Dursley (nee Evans)'s Greatest Secrets

She'd never wanted a little sibling. And because her mother became pregnant when she was only two years old, Petunia hated the fact that this little invader was taking everything she loved about her mother, including her mother's slim waist and soft lap and the feeling of her mother's heartbeat when Petunia leaned against her and fell asleep. The baby took all that from her. Because now, Petunia had to be a big girl, and she didn't like it one bit. Because the baby would take up all of her mother's time and her mommy wouldn't love her anymore. So, from the moment that Andrea Evans told her eldest daughter that they were going to have another baby, Petunia hated the new invader.

But then, she saw Lily, only two days old in the hospital, and for a moment, that jealousy was back. Lily had her mother's red hair and bright green eyes, the same hair and eyes that Petunia had always wanted. Because Petunia looked like their father, tall and long and lanky whereas Lily looked like their mother. And she knew that it was her little sister who would grow up to be the beauty and pride of their family, it was Lily who would take their mother's place in the world. But…but Lily was so small and perfect and the first time that Petunia held her, Lily smiled and Petunia's heart melted. Maybe they would be friends after all, and Petunia vowed to protect Lily from that moment on.

But Lily was different…..too different. And from the time she started walking, Lily started making things happen. When her mother had refused to give her a cookie before dinner, that cookie magically levitated to where Lily was sitting and disappeared every time her mother turned around. And it frightened Petunia. These things had never happened to her. She was gifted like Lily way. And maybe, Petunia thought, just maybe, this was because Lily was like their mother and she was like their father.

But then, that strange boy came, and told Lily that she was a witch. And then, on Lily's eleventh birthday, the….that man came and gave them her letter and told them that she was accepted into a school of witchcraft and her parents hugged Lily and told her that they knew she would be famous one day and that she was powerful and special. And Petunia felt lost and depraved. Now, she knew that her parents would never love her as much as they loved Lily. So, when the headmaster left, she asked him if she could be a witch too. But he shook his head and said no, she didn't have the gift. Lily did, but she didn't. She wrote to him, four times she wrote to him, telling him that she couldn't be separated from her sister and four times he wrote back, telling her she didn't have the right power, that she wasn't a witch. The last time, he told her to be happy with who she was and to let Lily stand on her own feet. It was then, with that letter, that she knew she hated Lily, because Lily had taken everything she loved about her home from her, and that vindictive hatred she'd felt before Lily was born….it was back.

But no matter what she said and did, Lily went off to that school and made lots of new friends and wrote home every week about how much she loved it there. She spent summers away at other wizard households and brought more freaks home sometimes. So, over the summers, Petunia stayed out of sight. . It was during one of these summers that she met Vernon and told him about how she was trying to avoid her family. He sympathized with her and the two became inseparable. But she could never, NEVER tell him about Lily and, as they started dating, she hated that she had to hide a piece of herself from him. Only once at Hogwarts did Lily ever write to her, only to her, to apologize for everything. Petunia never replied to that letter and Lily never came home that year.

Lily came to her wedding. Their mother had insisted on it. It had been her last wish to Petunia, the last thing she had said to Petunia before she was found murdered with her father. And so, grudgingly, Petunia invited her to her wedding but insisted that she would have no part in it. To be honest, Petunia was terrified that Vernon would see her and that he would cancel the wedding, either because he would find out that her sister was a freak or because of how beautiful Lily was. She was terrified that Vernon would realize that he was making a mistake in marrying her and leave her and that she would be alone forever. But then, Lily turned up in a long green dress on the arm of an incredibly handsome young man whom she introduced to them as her boyfriend, James Potter. James had smiled at Petunia and sympathized with her over the loss of their parents. And, in spite of herself, Petunia liked him. It was impossible not to like his kind, funny manner and the way love poured from his eyes whenever he looked at her sister. But, that night, just before their wedding, she was in her room when she saw James rush in to the room opposite hers, Lily's room. She ran after him and waited outside, her ear pressed against the door, listening as she heard James tell Lily that someone had died and that they needed to leave immediately after the wedding. She heard them talk about an Order that her sister was a part of and how they were risking their lives. She heard about Voldemort and how he was going to kill them all and, it was then that she heard Lily say that she was the reason their parents were dead, that some Death Marchers or something had told her to join or else and now, now Andrea and Robert Evans were dead. She heard Lily weep and heard James mutter words of comfort to her. So, the next day, she stopped James just before he left with Lily and made him promise to protect her sister. The one thing that hit her most was the way he looked at her and swore, on his life, that no harm would ever come to Lily while he was still alive. And finally, Petunia let Lily go at last.

That was the last time she saw Lily alive, she was invited to Lily's wedding, to her baby shower, to the celebration party when Lily's son was born, but she didn't go. She knew her parents would have wanted her to go. She knew that they would have urged her to go and would have gone themselves but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She just couldn't meet her again. And so, she forgot about Lily. She busied herself raising her family, giving all her love to Vernon and Dudley. And she loved them, more than she loved anyone else. So when she heard that Lily had died for her son, she knew that she would do the same for her Dudders, that she would die to protect her son the same way Lily died to protect her boy, Harry or whatever his name was.

She went to Lily's funeral, how could she not go to Lily's funeral? Lily was her sister, her second half, the only living part of her that she could still hold on to and now, her sister was dead. So she went to Lily's funeral. She made some excuse to her husband and went. And while she was there, all she could think of was, she should have know. She should have recognized the woman they were talking about. She should have been able to step in and say, yes. She knew her. She knew that woman. She'd loved that woman. That she recognized the person Lily had become. She felt as if she should have known the great Lily Potter. She should have been able to smile with pride at her sister's accomplishments. She should have been able to tell them how brave she was and how powerful and how sweet. But they knew her sister better than she did, all these men and women in robes and tall pointed hats. She should have known the great Lily Potter. But all she could think of on her way home was…how much she blamed him. How much she blamed James Potter for all of this. He was the one who changed her sister. It should have been her. She should have been the one who comforted Lily when their parents died. She should have been the one to help her through her pregnancy and to see the smile on her face when she held her first child. It should have been her. James had taken Lily from her. But most of all, he'd failed to protect her. He'd sworn he'd protect her and he'd failed. Because her Lily, her perfect, pristine, beautiful Lily, was dead, was cold and hard, lying in a coffin with a man that her sister barely knew in a place far away from where her parents had lived and died. Because her beautiful Lily was gone forever, and all that was left of her was a boy who looked too much like his father.

After Lily's death, all Petunia could think of was Voldemort. A part of her was terrified that Voldemort would show up and claim her life or, worse, force her to give up Harry, the only part of Lily she had left. But another part of her wanted to meet him, to stare into his eyes and show him what he'd taken from the world. A part of her wanted to show him how it felt to lose a sister, how it felt to know that you drove her away and that the only time you ever got to say you were sorry was when she was being lowered into the ground at her funeral. She wanted him to know the pain she felt when she saw her sister's too pale face framed by her mahogany red hair and wanted to force him to bear the pain she bore, the pain of breaking a vow, of seeing a loved one dead, knowing you never got a chance to say goodbye, to say that you loved them. A part of her wanted to see Voldemort dead at her feet, his blood on her hands. She wanted to feel the pleasure of seeing him dead, of knowing that Lily could rest in peace now that her killer was dead and her son was safe. But an even smaller part of her wanted to see Harry do it. Because Lily had died for him, and she knew that he should be the one to repay her, to avenge her death, and to force the greatest evil from the world.

She loved Harry, but she never showed it. She couldn't show it. Because even years after they were married, she still was afraid that Vernon would leave her and that she would lose her family again. So she tormented him. She never told him about his parents, forbade him from asking questions so that old wound would never open up again. But he left her too, went to Hogwarts, just like his mother. But he….he faced Voldemort and won. He survived and she knew it was because of Lily and that her sister was never really dead. She knew what Harry suffered through, but she couldn't bring herself to love him the way she'd loved Lily. It hurt too much. But when the time came for her to leave, she couldn't bring herself to say she was sorry. All she could do was hope that this wasn't the last time she saw him alive. And it wasn't. They reconciled after the war and finally, finally Petunia could allow her sister to rest in peace.

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