They Chose Her
I simply couldn't believe that they chose her.
When Lily got her acceptance letter to this "Hogwarts," she was ecstatic. And who wouldn't be? She was going to a magic school. Where she would learn actual magic.
And I was not.
For days, I waited patiently. Maybe my letter was just late in arriving, I reasoned. Maybe there was still a chance.
But there wasn't.
I knew that there wasn't.
I loved Lily- I really did. And I never thought that there was anything she could do to change that.
I was wrong.
She received the letter. And I didn't.
When our parents brought her to the train station, I refused to come. I wouldn't speak to her.
I still won't speak to her.
Because they chose her.
I remember when she got the letter. I had forced a smile, even choked out a laugh. But Lily knew that I was only pretending.
She was my sister.
She knew me better than anyone.
That night, after she came home from shopping in some magical alleyway that I had never heard of, she found me in our bedroom, sobbing into my pillows.
"What's wrong, Petunia?" she had asked me, voice quavering.
I turned to her, my eyes puffy and red.
I called her a freak. I screamed at her at the top of my lungs and said she was unnatural. I said she deserved to die, because no human being should have "powers." I told her that they were a bad thing.
I told her that I wished she was never born.
I wished that she wasn't my sister.
By the time I was done, her green eyes were overflowing with tears. She started weeping, and my heart broke for her.
Because even though they chose her, she was still my sister.
And I still loved her.
But it was all her fault, I kept telling myself. Her fault that she was different.
She's a monster, I told myself.
I haven't spoken to her since that night.
Today is October 1st. It's been one month since I've last seen my sister, the person I used to love so dearly.
I keep reminding myself that she is evil.
But in my heart, I know she's not.
I called her a freak, a monster, unnatural.
But I wish I was her.
I wanted to go to Hogwarts so badly. I even wrote to the headmaster of that school, begging him to let me attend. I figured that if he responded, it would be a sign- a sign that I should make up with Lily. Apologize.
And I did get a response. But it wasn't the one I wanted.
I hate my sister.
I hate Lily Evans.
And all because they chose her.