Petunia makes her way through the small, quiet town of Godric's Hollow. She pulls her jumper around her tighter as she feels the late October chill run through her body. The town is something that Petunia remembers that Lily liked when she was a child. There's not much on the main road; just a few shops, a pub, a post office and a church. It feels cozy.

Petunia opens the gate to the church's cemetery. She quietly searches through each row, looking for the grave she did not choose. The white marble of the headstone shines brightly in the moonlight. She can see her sister's name written on it, with her husband's and a quote. It's the first time that she's seen her sister's grave. She had let some man with shaggy hair and tattered clothes make all the arrangements; she didn't even come.

This is where her sister is buried.

She falls to her knees in front of the grave. And then she pulls herself together and sits properly, the ground cold beneath her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but everything she wants to say gets caught in her throat. She swallows. It's a long time before she speaks.

"Telling you I'm sorry won't fix anything," she says evenly. "But I am. I was so jealous of you. Mum and Dad were always so proud of you. Nothing I could do would ever make them look at me like they did you. I got good grades, well Lily just turned a frog into a cup." Her voice wavers. "I got engaged; well Lily has this perfect boyfriend."

She's takes a breathe. "I took my hatred of James out on your child," she admits, "because he looked so much like him. But he was always more like you than his father. When your world started to bleed into mine and we were forced to leave for our own protection, your son...he wasn't bitter. He was a better person than me. And it took me a long time realize that."

She falls quiet again. It's taken her almost twenty years to realize that her nephew was more like his mother. Lily never broke, not even when Petunia was as mean as she could be. And neither did Harry.

"I should've done a lot of things differently, Lily. But that doesn't change what already happened. I don't think that after everything that I can repair the issues between Harry and I. I don't blame him for that; looking back, we were unnecessarily cruel. Just know, I wish I would've done it differently. I wish our entirely lives went differently."

She stands. She wipes the dirt of her clothes and straightens her jumper again. "Goodbye Lily."

She leaves Godric Hollow and her sister behind, getting into the car that is waiting for her at the edge of the city. Her heart feels differently than it did when she walked into the town.

"Mum?" Dudley questions. He's sitting in the passenger seat, playing on one of the games that he was given as a birthday present.

She buckles herself. "Let's get back to the hotel."

The moon is high in the sky before they reach the hotel. Vernon is laying on bed, watching the telly when they get in. He doesn't give either of them much of a look when they enter. Petunia had told him where she was going. She may be able to finally let the past be the past, but Vernon never will.

She doesn't speak as she gets ready for bed.