Fic: September First
Title: September First.
Author: ViciousDisorder
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s): Petunia, mentions of others
Summary: Petunia reflects on September first. Not exactly a happy fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 412
Disclaimer: I own a copy of each of the books and a DVD, but that’s all I lay claim to in the Harry Potter universe. Everything else belongs to someone with more money than me.
September First
Petunia Dursley stood on the back step looking out to her neighbour’s greenhouse and the pseudo-tropical jungle growing in it. Behind her she could hear her husband and son settling in for an evening of various television shows.
It was only a few days until they would be taking her precious Dudley away to Smeltings and a large part of her felt drawn to return inside to her normal, happy family. And yet despite this, and the various chores that needed seeing to, she found herself reluctant to move immediately.
September first. That fateful day so many years ago. It was a day that always pained Petunia - even if there was no-one else she could share her grief with. Despite Lily’s unhealthy childhood friendship with that greasy boy from Spinner’s End, or even the letter that had come towards the end of July, it hadn’t truly felt like she was loosing her little sister until that day at Kings Cross station. The day she watched as Lily began an adventure which she could never join.
Truly, September first was the most despicable day of the year.
It wasn’t even enough that this alien world had taken away her eleven year old sister. It had changed Lily, then taken her permanently away as well. Taken Lily away, and then to add insult to injury had forced Petunia to live with a daily reminder of the perversions that stole her sister.
Subconsciously, Petunia’s face hardened. They had burdened her with a second infant without even asking first. Assuming that she and her husband would have no problems with such an action. And the boy - despite all her attempts, and Vernon’s too - had turned out the same. One of them. No doubt he would also become arrogant without her family to remind him of the value of hard work.
And yet perhaps getting rid of her nephew for the next nine months might give her some peace. For a while she could pretend that she had no reason to be caught up with such unnaturalness. Perhaps she could pretend that she’d never had a sister to lose. Perhaps for a time her life could be truly normal - just as she had always wanted it to be.
Hearing her husband calling her to rejoin the family she turned her back to go inside. Behind her Mrs Willow’s future prize-winning water lilies and staghorn ferns lay illuminated by the light of the waning moon.
Author: ViciousDisorder
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s): Petunia, mentions of others
Summary: Petunia reflects on September first. Not exactly a happy fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 412
Disclaimer: I own a copy of each of the books and a DVD, but that’s all I lay claim to in the Harry Potter universe. Everything else belongs to someone with more money than me.
September First
Petunia Dursley stood on the back step looking out to her neighbour’s greenhouse and the pseudo-tropical jungle growing in it. Behind her she could hear her husband and son settling in for an evening of various television shows.
It was only a few days until they would be taking her precious Dudley away to Smeltings and a large part of her felt drawn to return inside to her normal, happy family. And yet despite this, and the various chores that needed seeing to, she found herself reluctant to move immediately.
September first. That fateful day so many years ago. It was a day that always pained Petunia - even if there was no-one else she could share her grief with. Despite Lily’s unhealthy childhood friendship with that greasy boy from Spinner’s End, or even the letter that had come towards the end of July, it hadn’t truly felt like she was loosing her little sister until that day at Kings Cross station. The day she watched as Lily began an adventure which she could never join.
Truly, September first was the most despicable day of the year.
It wasn’t even enough that this alien world had taken away her eleven year old sister. It had changed Lily, then taken her permanently away as well. Taken Lily away, and then to add insult to injury had forced Petunia to live with a daily reminder of the perversions that stole her sister.
Subconsciously, Petunia’s face hardened. They had burdened her with a second infant without even asking first. Assuming that she and her husband would have no problems with such an action. And the boy - despite all her attempts, and Vernon’s too - had turned out the same. One of them. No doubt he would also become arrogant without her family to remind him of the value of hard work.
And yet perhaps getting rid of her nephew for the next nine months might give her some peace. For a while she could pretend that she had no reason to be caught up with such unnaturalness. Perhaps she could pretend that she’d never had a sister to lose. Perhaps for a time her life could be truly normal - just as she had always wanted it to be.
Hearing her husband calling her to rejoin the family she turned her back to go inside. Behind her Mrs Willow’s future prize-winning water lilies and staghorn ferns lay illuminated by the light of the waning moon.