Larrup: to beat or thrash.
June 6, 1982
With each dull thwap, a cloud of dust shimmered in the afternoon sunlight and rained down to the sparkling lawn. Petunia Dursley watched and wished the effort yielded something more satisfying than a few stray puffs of dirt. She drew back the broom handle, and drove all her might into the blow. Put all the frustration, anger, the raging injustice of it all into the action.
Thwap
Because no matter how far she ran, she couldn't get away.
Thwap
Because even though she came out on top, somehow she still lost.
Thwap
Because nothing in her life could be fair, could it?
And all the while those green eyes watched her. Every time she glanced toward the patio, there they were, peeping over the top of the playpen. And why was he her problem, anyway? Why did Lily's mistakes have to wind up on her doorstep? And why, she thought bitterly as she looked away, swung back for a fresh strike at the oriental rug draped over the clothesline, couldn't she bare to dump him with someone else?
A/N: Okay, this is pathetically short for such a long absence of posting and I give you my sincere apologies for that. It's actually been done for some time now, but I disliked it, and was trying to figure out how to make it better, hence the long gap. In the end, I decided it just needed to be posted so I could move on, and hopefully it will not be my only post today. Thank you for your patience, and don't forget that I LOVE to hear from you more than anything else! :)