Petunia
Petunia hated her nephew.
She hated his eyes.
Not just because they were the same FREAKISH - different, bright, Avada Kedavra, otherworldly, beautiful, wonderful, magical - green as her sisters.
But, because even as a babe it - he, they, FREAK, waste, BOY, never harry, never human, never worthy - looked as if it were staring into her soul - peeling back layers, stealing secrets, finding truths, none of her lies would be believed, HE JUST NEW! Evil little devil spawn - and seeing everything she was.
The feeling of being stripped to the bone -ravenous, hungry, constant - whenever he looked at her made her skin crawl. It made forgetting what he, IT was all the more impossible.
She hated the fact he had been left on HER doorstep just like Lily - beautiful, strange, bright, Other - had been left on her parent’s door step.
The symmetry would almost be poetic, if it wasn’t for the fact that Petunia didn’t want it, not like her parents had, - oh how they’d begged, and pleaded, and prayed. Just one more child, just one more. So desperate that they’d let a FREAK like her, IT into their home with open arms, refusing to see the monster within.
She did not want this creature in human form. Who moved with the predatory stillness and grace that his mother had. That smiled the same broken - jagged, vicious, more, possessive, cruel, sharp, kind, OTHER… so, so, like the Sidhe he came from - smile full of teeth and pain.
She took a near gleeful pleasure, in using chores and Vernon to add the pain in his smile - precious, miraculous Lily had never been taught her place, she was far too SPECIAL. Only she had seen the FREAK within.
But most of all, though she would never admit it, she hated him because he had MAGICK - power, sorcery, divination, witch craft, SIGHT, wizardry, voodoo, devilry.
He had what she had always wanted.
Desire turned to Jealousy. Jealousy turned to Hate. Hate Turned to Fear.
He had power, but he didn’t understand it - not yet - so she would make him feel powerless and helpless - like she was; always afraid, envious, jealous, fearful… why wasn’t it hers! She deserved it, not the little monster - for as long as she could.
She would make him suffer. After all, it was only what he deserved.