A Sister's Plea

It was a few days after Petunia Dursley nee Evans' young nephew had came into her life. A few days since Petunia had received the news about her sister's demise at the hands of the most feared Lord Voldemort. Petunia hadn't seen Lily for many years unable to bear the fact that her sister had got everything she hadn't but she still cared for her younger and far more beautiful sister. And now to know she was dead. To know that Petunia could never mend the gulf between them that was entirely her own fault was hard.

When young Harry had been sent to her Vernon had wanted to chuck him out onto the streets into an orphanage wherever he didn't care. But Petunia did she wanted to make for all that had passed between Lily and herself through this child. Soon as Petunia had seen Harry she had somehow fallen in love with him. The young boy was as different from her Duddykins as day was from night but somehow Petunia didn't mind.

A few days ago having a wizard in her house would have been hell but now she hated the thought of being parted from him. The child had large eyes as green as Lily's and their father had been that had a scary quality to them as though he could see right through her. Petunia shivered and put that thought away. Petunia noticed that Harry's skin was deathly pale. This worried her quite a bit due to the fact that he had spent a night on the front step but he didn't seem ill. He was a little cooler than normal yet didn't seem unhealthy.

In contrast Harry's hair fell in thick black strands that he could only have inherited from his father. Petunia didn't know a lot about James Potter having not attended Lily's wedding. A fact that she seriously regretted now that Lily was dead. Why hadn't she been a better sister? She had let bitter, jealously drive Lily away. Petunia would be a better aunt than a sister she swore. She looked down at the small child in her arms who was now asleep. She smiled at him and went up to his bedroom. Vernon had tried to convince her to let him sleep in a cupboard which she had shouted at him for that.

'The cupboard?' Petunia demanded. 'A cupboard? How would you feel if it was our son?'

'Our sons not a freak,' Vernon had retorted.

Petunia had flinched at this hating how he was reminding him of her as a child. How much had she hurt Lily? Of course it was because she herself was hurt. How could Lily be so special whilst Petunia was quite simply plain Petunia? All of her family was beautiful except her. There was her mother large dark eyes and long red hair. Then there was their father who was tall dark and handsome with bright green eyes he'd inherited from an Irish grandfather somewhere. Then there was Lily with her curves, long legs, red hair and emerald orbs. People had said that she could have been a film star.

Then there was little Petunia who was built like a rake where Lily got all the looks Petunia got nothing. She got her mother's pale skin which contrasted horribly with her father's dark hair. She had her mother's dark eyes and tangles. She was as tall as her father and skinny as her petite mother. Her brains would never make up for her looks because Lily was the intelligent one. Lily was the one that everyone loved and adored. Petunia had sometimes wondered if she had been adopted because she never seemed to fit in.

'I don't care I never made it up to Lily so I'll make it up to her son. We have two spare bedrooms,' Petunia said.

'My sister-'began Vernon.

'Fine give Harry the small room,' Petunia snapped.

'I'm not going to waste money on him,' warned Vernon.

'We can get things from second hand things from him as long as you treat him decently,' Petunia said. 'Or you'll sleep on the couch.'

'Alright,' sighed Vernon.

Petunia laid Harry down on the second hand cot that she had got on eBay. It was a plane brown wood that Petunia had to set up herself and she used some of Dudley's blankets. Dudley always had a lot of everything so he could easily spare a few things. Petunia looked at the small child nestled in a violet blanket that had once been blue until it was washed with my red dress. Petunia had to chuck the dress out after that. It was the last time that she ever asked Vernon to do the washing. Petunia shook my head at my husband's lack of skills.

Petunia had turned towards the door and was just about to leave the room downstairs to check on my Duddykins when she felt a strange prickling on the back of her neck. She turned to see her young nephew smiling in his sleep. But he wasn't alone. There was a familiar, ghostly presence beside him. Petunia honestly thought she was either having a heart attack or going mad before calming herself down and reminding herself that her nephew was a wizard and her sister a witch. Ghosts weren't that uncommon in her world from what little she remembered about Lily's talk.

'Lily,' Petunia breathed.

'Hello, Tuney,' smiled the ghost.

She was almost exactly as Petunia remembered from their parents' funeral when Lily was still pregnant and Dudley was only a few weeks old. It was only a little over a year ago. Lily's red hair splayed out but slightly faded with her own death. Her face pale and absent of the pale flush that it had during life. Her green eyes dulled. Was she a ghost? If so would she stay with her son? How long would she be here? Petunia stared wide eyed at her younger ghost sister who she had never made up with.

'You're dead,' Petunia said stupidly.

'Yes,' Lily agreed softly.

'How are you here?' Petunia stared.

'Harry summoned me,' Lily said.

Of all the things that Lily could have told her this was not one that she was expecting. Harry could summon ghosts. Was that possible? Obviously it must be. Could she stay? What would Vernon say? Could Petunia finally make up with her sister? How had Harry summoned his mother he wasn't even magically trained. Hell he wasn't even out of nappies. It seemed that Petunia wasn't the only one who wished that Lily had not died. Was this how ghosts normally came to be? Again Petunia had no clue.

'How?' asked Petunia.

'He is not a normal child, Tuney,' Lily said softly, 'even for a wizard.'

'What do you mean?' asked Petunia.

'His father's the great god-'Lily's image flickered for a moment. 'I don't have long since I was only summoned I do not remain in the land of the living. I'm only here as long as Harry wishes me here and has the strength to maintain this. But I need you to promise me to protect him. He has a lot of enemies.'

'You mean Voldemort?' asked Petunia.

'Among others,' Lily's image was fading fast now. 'I don't have time just promise me if things get too hard you'll take him to the camp.'

'What camp?' Petunia demanded.

But it was too late Lily Potter was gone.

'I'm sorry,' Petunia whispered.

It may have been Petunia imagination but she was sure that she heard a whispered, 'I know,' in her head that sounded an awful lot like Lily.

She looked at Harry once again before she tore down the stairs. Petunia sunk down into her favourite seat with a warm mug of tea trying to calm the shaking in her hands. She tried to bring herself to terms with what had just happened in her nephew's room. Truthfully she couldn't. She had just lost Lily and now she had seen him in Harry's room. But what had she meant that Harry's father was a great god? If he was a god how could he be killed even by a powerful wizard? Unless Potter wasn't the father….


The next day she had the boys in a twin buggy Dudley was shouting about sweets again. Honestly Petunia wished that Vernon wouldn't spoil him as much as he did though it wasn't wholly her husband's fault. Petunia just couldn't bear to punish her son. Maybe now that he had a cousin to share his mother's attention with he would learn to appreciate things more. Still he was just a baby there was plenty time to learn about sharing and caring in later life. She could afford to spoil him just now.

Harry was quiet. Petunia now realised that Harry had was a very quiet baby. She hadn't much time to realise that over the past few days considering everything was still settling down and where Harry was quite Dudley was not. Petunia wondered whether it was the fact that Harry had just lost his mother and father or his status as half god that was making him so silent. She watched as people who looked their way would always shy away from looking too hard at Harry and continued on their way.

She had felt the same way when she had first saw Harry. It was only when she saw Lily's eyes in her son's face that Petunia was able to push her way through the fear factor. Petunia wondered if this was the reason why Vernon didn't want him to stay and Dudley left Harry to his own devices when they were supposed to be playing together. She ended up in the town's library where she smiled at her friend Ruth who smiled and waved her in. Petunia was about to go into the main library when she returned to her friend.

'Hey can you direct me to a book on the great gods, Ruth?' asked Petunia.

Ruth's eyes shot into her blonde hair as though this was a strange request. Petunia supposed it was. Petunia had made friends with Ruth soon after moving to Surrey and in all that time Petunia had treated anything fantastical with a huge amount of disdain. That was something that the blonde woman had never understood about Petunia. The reason of course was bitter jealousy but how could she tell her friends that. And now here she was with another child who was distinctly odd asking about gods.

'Let's see,' Ruth said checking. 'Shelf 591,' Ruth said. 'Who's the kid?' she smiled then she got close and couldn't help but shudder.

Petunia frowned, 'my nephew, Harry, my sister's past away.'

'Oh I'm sorry,' Ruth said refusing to look at Harry.

Petunia walked off wondering what the hell was wrong with Harry that made people shy away from him like that. She pushed the boys along with her. Dudley was screeching now people were glaring at him making a point of steadfastly ignoring Harry. I tried shussing Dudley but nothing worked. I sighed and gave him a lolly pop which promptly shut him up. Harry was staring around with unfocussed eyes not looking at all upset with not having a sweet of his own. Petunia reached the shelf and found a book on Greek Gods and Goddesses. Petunia just hoped that it would have what she needed in it.

It wasn't hard to work out which god Harry's father was considering he could summon the dead. It had to be Hades the God of the Underworld. The thought made Petunia go cold. It certainly would explain his icy skin tone. How had Lily even managed to meet Hades never mind have a son with him? Petunia didn't think that Hades was the ideal love interest. And what about James Potter were they the same person or different? If different did they know? And what was Petunia to do with a child of the underworld.

Okay first chapter done. How do you like it? Please review. When do you think Harry should end up going to Camp Half Blood? How does he end up there? Will Petunia continue being nice to him or will she get freaked out by what he is?

Hope you thought that Petunia didn't act to OC.

Will this affect Harry's house choice?