I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling

I hate you, you know that right?

I hate you smile ….

Your eyes…

The eyes you gave you son …

Those green beautiful eyes …

The eyes I used to wish we shared.

Why couldn't his eyes have been brown?

Or

Blue

Hazel maybe?

Why did they have to be your green?

I don't know why people loved you so much

I was the only one who saw you for what you really were.

A vile…cruel…awful…hateful person

You abandoned me!

You were always leaving me behind!

THAT BOY

THAT SCHOOL

THAT POTTER

AND THEN YOU DIED!

YOU FUCKING DIED!

HOW DARE YOU!

And then your son…your eyes…

You gave him your eyes…

You sick twisted person…why?

Every time I looked at him….

I saw your eyes…

Your hateful eyes….

I was supposed to be your sister

How could you leave me alone?

Mum…dad…you…

Why?

We went into hiding you know…

Of course you know…

Our prison was a nice place

Tapestries hundreds of years old…

Books… of every kind….

Normal…and your kind…

Dudley stuck by our gaurds…

Listening to the radio…

He wanted news he said…

To know if your boy was all right.

I listened sometimes…

Heard nothing….

No news is good news…. As they say

When we were allowed to leave

I learned what your boy had to go through…

I read books… self help books on grief

Always thought they where for people with no

Back bone…

Foolish people

Losers

Five stages they say

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

I'm so very …very angry with you

You were always leaving me behind

And then you played the victim

You don't get to play the victim Lily

You died

And you left me

Always leaving me why….

Why wasn't I good enough for you?

Why didn't you love me?

Why did he have to have your eyes …. Why?

Why

Why

Why….

Why did you die?

I hate you…. I hate you

I wish I could…..

I really wish I could hate you

No matter how many times I say I do…

I know I'm lying….

"Mum?" Petunia shook out of her thoughts by her son quickly wiped her eyes and tuned around. Dudley was looking at her confused as if he wasn't sure exactly what he should do. It was the first time she and him and gone to his Aunt and Uncle's graves since they died.

"It's all right dear … let's be off." She said as she walked to her son who grabbed her hand in reassurance and they both got into the car and drove home.

Its no surprise really that they hadn't seen the green eyed boy standing a few feet away from the graves watching them. They never really noticed him before.