Post by Zoe on Oct 22, 2011 18:33:50 GMT -8
Title: Your Son
Rating: G
Word Count: 419
Warnings: None
Summary: Petunia write Lily a letter, seventeen years too late.
Dear Lily,
I’ve done wrong by your son Lily. He was sent to live with me after you died, and I hated him for it. I hated your son for being a constant reminder of you and the relationship we used to have, and the one we never had. I resented him for being everything that Dudley wasn’t. Your son was beautiful, kind, and smart. So I did what I felt I had to do. If he got a better grade then Dudley, I made sure he knew that wasn’t acceptable. I made sure my son was the popular one, the well liked one, I made sure that my son had everything I never did and your son had everything that I had as a child. No friends, least liked by the family that should have loved him, alone.
I wanted your son to turn out like me, because I knew that would be the best revenge I could ever hope to have. But despite all my efforts your son grew up to be everything that you always were. Kind, resilient, strong, well liked, smart, generous, and forgiving. While my son is the one that grew up to be angry with the world, unhealthy, mean, and looked down on by the people around him. How could it have ended up this way when everything I worked towards for the last sixteen years was so the opposite would happen?
I suppose in the end I deserved it, for taking out my anger towards you on an innocent child. Maybe if I had loved Harry the way I know you would have loved Dudley then this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe then they both would have turned out well. If I could take it all back, if I could do it all over again, I’m still not sure what I would do. Would I make the same choices?
What I do know is this, if I wanted to have a relationship with Harry all I would need to do is reach out to him. He forgives just as easily as you did. He would forgive me, I know it. I could have a relationship with him, I could start over. I could give him a piece of you, through me. It’s not too late. I could do with him what I should have done with you, and maybe if I did then this hole in my heart might start to disappear. Maybe he could give me a piece of you too.
Petunia.
Rating: G
Word Count: 419
Warnings: None
Summary: Petunia write Lily a letter, seventeen years too late.
Dear Lily,
I’ve done wrong by your son Lily. He was sent to live with me after you died, and I hated him for it. I hated your son for being a constant reminder of you and the relationship we used to have, and the one we never had. I resented him for being everything that Dudley wasn’t. Your son was beautiful, kind, and smart. So I did what I felt I had to do. If he got a better grade then Dudley, I made sure he knew that wasn’t acceptable. I made sure my son was the popular one, the well liked one, I made sure that my son had everything I never did and your son had everything that I had as a child. No friends, least liked by the family that should have loved him, alone.
I wanted your son to turn out like me, because I knew that would be the best revenge I could ever hope to have. But despite all my efforts your son grew up to be everything that you always were. Kind, resilient, strong, well liked, smart, generous, and forgiving. While my son is the one that grew up to be angry with the world, unhealthy, mean, and looked down on by the people around him. How could it have ended up this way when everything I worked towards for the last sixteen years was so the opposite would happen?
I suppose in the end I deserved it, for taking out my anger towards you on an innocent child. Maybe if I had loved Harry the way I know you would have loved Dudley then this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe then they both would have turned out well. If I could take it all back, if I could do it all over again, I’m still not sure what I would do. Would I make the same choices?
What I do know is this, if I wanted to have a relationship with Harry all I would need to do is reach out to him. He forgives just as easily as you did. He would forgive me, I know it. I could have a relationship with him, I could start over. I could give him a piece of you, through me. It’s not too late. I could do with him what I should have done with you, and maybe if I did then this hole in my heart might start to disappear. Maybe he could give me a piece of you too.
Petunia.