Petunia


My perfect boy: Dudley. I hold his newborn figure in my arms. He is beautiful, but my mind wanders to my sister. She's pregnant, or has Lilly had her son? I'm sure he will be wretched, like my Dudley will never be. My son, my son. The embodiment of normality somehow turns to extraordinary right in front of my eyes. As I look in to his baby eyes, I realize that I love no one so completely as I love him in this moment. I will do everything in my right to protect him. He'll never be associated with wizards.