Hyacinth did not want to leave Harry with Petunia, for several hours, for the second day in a row. She felt so bad for leaving him with Petunia all day. She didn't want to do it again. Yet, she was afraid to refuse to go. She kissed Harry, on the forehead, and tried to leave.

Harry grabbed her leg.

Hyacinth looked down at him, and started to cry.

Petunia grabbed his hands, and pulled him off of Hyacinth.

Hyacinth didn't move. She just looked, guiltily, at Harry.

"If you don't leave in ten seconds, Harry is not getting lunch."

Hyacinth left.

Hyacinth often let Harry play with her toys, but only with supervision. Petunia had warned her that many of her toys could be a choking hazard in children as young as Harry. There were occasions when he would try to put a toy in his mouth, and Hyacinth would gently pull it away.

She mostly let him play with plush toys, as that seemed easier. There was only one time when he put a plush toy close enough to his face and Hyacinth felt the need to pull it away, as Petunia had warned her that he might suffocate himself with a plush toy.

Petunia once bragged about how she only let her son play with age appropriate toys. This made Hyacinth feel bad, even though she didn't have any age appropriate toys.

On Saturday morning, Hyacinth flipped through a catalog of baby stuff, which had come in the mail. She hoped to buy some stuff for Harry. She knew that she had a bank account with money from her parents, although she was not sure how to get access to it, and she was afraid to ask Petunia.

She had Harry on her lap, and he was clearly amused when she turned the pages without touching them. She had hoped that turning the pages with magic would keep him from getting bored, and it was clearly working.

Petunia walked in.

Hyacinth cringed, realizing Petunia probably saw her turning the page with magic, but she was not too afraid because she knew that Petunia already knew anyway.

"Hyacinth," she said, sternly, "why are you looking at that? You don't have any money."

She cringed. "I have money from Mummy and Daddy."

Petunia scoffed. "You mean in your trust fund?"

She nodded

She scoffed again. She stared at Hyacinth for several seconds.

"You do realize that, since Lily was killed by a dark wizard, she was murdered by magic. Right?"

Hyacinth was shocked. She said nothing, but she was also horrified. Petunia was right about that.

Suddenly, Petunia grabbed Hyacinth, and pulled her off the coach.

Hyacinth and Harry screamed, as Harry fell to the floor.

"Mummy," Harry cried, sobbing.

Petunia slammed Hyacinth down, onto the floor.

Hyacinth squirmed, letting out little screams, trying to get to Harry. When she realized that she couldn't, as Petunia was too strong, she went silent.

Petunia stared down at her, holding her down. "You're a helpless little weakling, in comparison to me, and I can push you around as much as I want. And, as your guardian, I can take as much money out of your trust fund as I want, as long as I say I'm spending it on you. Since you're a filthy witch, you're not going to see one cent of that."

Petunia let her go.

Hyacinth wanted to rush over to crying Harry, but she couldn't get up. She was hyperventilating and trembling too much.

Afterwards, Harry was silently watching her. She got up, and wrapped her arms around him, noticing that there were still tears in his eyes.

She wondered how furious Lily would be at her. Not only had she stolen Lily's role as Harry's Mummy, she was not even doing a good job.

Hyacinth felt as though there had always been something wrong with her, but now there was something even more wrong with her, and it was affecting her ability to take care of Harry.

Petunia crouched down, in front of her. "You always were a bit retarded," she said, "but now you seem even more so. Are you pretending to panic?"

Hyacinth was shocked. She shook her head.

"Are you sure, because that's not going to work."

Before Hyacinth could respond, Petunia had turned and walked away.

She looked down at Harry, in her lap. He had his arms spread out around her body, as though he were trying to comfort her as much as she was comforting him. That made her feel even worse. It was like he felt the need to watch over her, while she was freaking out, and to be strong for her, and to comfort her.

Yet, she did appreciate his touch. For the longest time, she had hated physical contact, except with her mother and with Petunia. Now, she didn't like physical contact, except with Harry.

Hyacinth clung to the hope that part of her eldest sister was still inside her. She needed her caring big sister, who she loved, not this uncaring monster that had replaced her.

It was magic that had caused the awful change in Petunia. It was also magic that had killed Harry's parents. Magic had ruined both her and Harry's lives, and also Lily and Petunia's lives. How had she not thought about that until now.

It used to be common for Hyacinth to start screaming, when she got upset, no matter how hard she tried not to. Her father would usually spank her, for that, and that made her go silent and be unable to speak for a while.

After her parents died was the first time that Hyacinth had ended up trembling, on the floor. She had screamed first, before her voice temporarily went away. Afterwards, Petunia had comfortingly held her in her arms.

It hadn't happened again, until Harry arrived.

After Hyacinth managed to calm down, she read Harry Little Black, A Pony. She had picked it because, toward the end, the big horse was too heavy to walk across the ice and save the boy, but the little pony was able to do it.

Harry could only sit still for so long, so she played with him afterwards. A few hours later, she read him Piglet Does a Very Grand Thing. She had picked it because, after Owl's house blew over, Piglet was the only one small enough to get through the rubble and run for help.

This didn't help very much though. She still kept thinking about how easily Petunia could pin her down. She also thought about how Dudley had been able to crawl on top of Harry.

Hyacinth jolted awake, after a nightmare, sitting up in bed.

Harry, beside her, stirred. He looked at her, and then crawled into her lap. He leaned against her, and spread his arms across her.

She wrapped her arms around him, and cried.

"You-you don't have to do this Harry," she said, through her tears. "You're the child. I'm the Mummy," she told him. She did not consider herself a child anymore.

She knew that he didn't understand though. He wasn't old enough to.