A/N: I was so bored when I wrote this J . Oh well read and enjoy!!
Petunia had nothing to do. The entire house was clean, except of course the attic. Petunia got up and walked up the stairs to the attic. She opened the door and flicked on the light. She decided to start in the far right corner of the room. She walked towards the corner and opened up an old wooden oak trunk. "Something about this seems familiar," she thought as she poured over the contents of the box.
Inside she found a strange looking leather bound book embalmed with the picture of a gold shield on the front. It was labeled "Our Years at Hogwarts." "Hogwarts?" Petunia thought. "That sounds familiar." She decided to open up the book. On the first page was a pressed rose. On the second page was a picture of a man with untidy black hair and brown eyes. Standing next to him was a pretty girl with auburn colored hair and beautiful green eyes. They were both dressed in black robes. The strangest thing for Petunia was that the girl (she later recognized as Lily) was waving at her and so was the boy. She closed the book as though memories of her sister were too painful.
She again went back to the box. Inside was a folded up piece of parchment. Petunia opened it and almost dropped it in surprise. It was as if an invisible hand was writing. She recognized the handwriting as Lily's. It went something like this:
I know we were never that close, me being a witch and all. I know you were jealous when I was invited to Hogwarts and you weren't. There were a lot of things you didn't like about me or James or Harry. I know you hated things out of the ordinary such as magic and me. I'm just here to say goodbye. I have bewitched this piece of parchment to tell you everything. Well I guess it's time to say goodbye so I'll tell you something. Anytime you want to talk just write down the question on this parchment and there will be an answer for you. But first, do me one favor. Don't throw out anything in the box.
Love Your Sister Always,
A/N Part 2 comin soon J
D: I don't own anything except the magic parchment, the photo book, the letter, and my plot. I owe everything to Ms. J. K. Rowling.