Her sister (the freak) was dead too, now, and that poser of a (freak) husband along with her, but she really couldn't mourn for her properly, not like she might have, once. She'd been good as dead for her for much too long a time.
And of course, the only one who wasn't dead had to be her sister's whelp, who her sister hadn't even bothered to go show Mums and Dad, as far as she knew. Oh yeah, "security reasons", riiight.
Her parents had been proud of her, at first. (And that very fact worried her sometimes--Why? Why would they be proud of their daughter being--that?) Oh yes, at first.
But then she had changed, hadn't she just?
She goes away. Drifts away, not knowing anything about the real world and proud of it. Turning teacups into mice was maybe just her idea of a joke, but what did you call Mums and Dad Lily my sweet, I heard you now, don't you deny it--
The muggles, is it?
And you made them forget things you didn't want them to remember, too, didn't you? And fuzzed up their heads, sometimes?
It's a shame it didn't work on me too well, isn't it. I remember, you know. I remember you calling me a "almost-squib freak".
Whatever that meant.
--Not that I think you actually wanted them (or me) actually dead or anything, sister dearest, not even you were so far gone... Or you weren't willing to "make it so" directly, at the very least.
Nope. Simply trying to forget we existed was good enough for you. Out of sight, out of mind, inconvenient "muggle" relatives go a way.
Ha, ha, ha.
And look how things turned out with that "good marriage" of yours, Lily-you-idiot!
Dead, dead, dead. And we're supposed to take care of your bloody freakish baby of yours, with that poser's hair and your eyes and--
And that bloody fucking blackmailing letter--Nice "Friends" you had, Lily, don'tchaknow.
But what the fuck, she knew that already. They didn't care fuck about normal people.
The really nasty ones tried to torture and kill you for sport ( cause they could, y' know!) and the not-quite-so-nasty ones looked at you like you were some kind of monkeys doing clever tricks and swatted you out of the way and played games with your head if you saw something inconvenient. Or if you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, period.
Petunia Evans Dursley put on the shower and screamed at the walls.
Not very loudly, all things considered.
Just loud enough to drown out her nephew's screams.
"--Want mama! Mama, mama, mama, mama, mamamamamamamamama--"
"SHUT UP you stupid brat, she's dead. That means she's not coming back for ever and ever and ever, that's what dead means! Shut up shut up shut up---"
Somewhere her Duddikins was crying--under the kitchen table, perhaps?--but she couldn't bring herself to stop.
"Mama! Mama!"
The squash and peas went flying, thrown by a invisible hand. Wouldn't eat store-brought baby-food, will you? Too good for you?
Then don't eat, you moron--
The squash was burnt. The peas, frozen solid.
I wonder if Lily ever did that
"Shut up damn you! Shut up shut up shut up shut up!"
Petunia Evans Dursley shrieked at the bathroom walls.
And there was a sigh, in a place far away, but yet not.
"Oh, no. --This would never do."
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