(A/N Sorry, guys. Everyone here is under the impression that I will be writing the sequel in the future. I'm sorry to inform you that I will not be writing the sequel later. Look down below.)

Chapter 27-Letter

Dear Al,

Hey, I just received your letter. Petunia almost got it though; your owl swooped in and almost frightened her to death. It may be injured, I don't honestly know. Petunia threw her hand mirror at the owl and it got clipped on the wing. Be careful when you're handling it.

Our house does have a fireplace in the living room. You're lucky you asked just in time, my dad was just about to get an electric fireplace and board the old one up. He'll postpone it so you can use the floo network. Your uncle arranged it for Friday? That's good. My dad isn't working that day. We all have to clean, except maybe you, because you're the guest.

Oh, guess why we have to clean. Go ahead, guess. Because of that sweet, darling, dreamy, fat, ugly—

(Here, there is a large ink blot as Lily throws her pen down on the desk)

--self centered, know it all—

(Several select words that will not be repeated by this author)

--jerk, Vernon Dursley. I met him after I arrived at home. He was waiting in his car on our driveway when we got home. He wanted to take Petunia out for a nice, normal outing. He's horrible! I've never met a man more fat and greedy. Whenever he's around my parents he's kind and pleasant. I actually thought he was a little bit decent. We had him over for dinner later that day and boy was I wrong.

Whenever no one is looking he stuffs his face full of food. He's so greedy that sometimes he takes money from Petunia to buy things. My parents like him enough. He's always nice to them. But when they leave the room he turns on me and begins to point out my abnormalities. It's sickening. I never thought I'd say this... but Potter has better morals then this man.

Not to mention he's far too old for Petunia. He's twenty four and she's still nineteen. I even heard Petunia talking about wedding dresses with her friends! Of course, she wouldn't talk about that with me. No, far be it from her to talk to her only sister. I can't believe she's even considering marriage. She's too young and Vernon is so—so—old! But apparently Vernon is very well off working as an office man in this big drill company. He makes money just yelling at people. Petunia was talking to him on the phone, I overheard when I was eating breakfast, and she congratulated him on firing three people before lunch. Three! That's despicable! I can't wait for you to get here. It's driving me insane, listening to Petunia go on and on and on and on about Vernon.

Well, at least she's happy. She seems to think that she has an edge over me because she thinks that she's met the man she's going to marry. Nothing is for certain yet. Hopefully, someone will bang a drill over his head and he'll be dead within seconds. But then again, I really shouldn't get my hopes up to much.

There's another thing you should know. The first Monday after you will come, is when Vernon has planned a dinner. My mother is going to be cooking, so don't worry about being poisoned. It's going to be fancy so pack a set of good dress clothes. Muggle clothes, if you have them. If you don't, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind us going to the mall. Petunia loves the mall. As she would say 'it's full of normal people.'

There I go again about Petunia. I'm sorry, but it looks like this whole summer will revolve around Vernon and Petunia. I hope you won't mind, things are awfully tense between she and I. It's not your fault; we've always been this way. Ever since I got my Hogwarts letter it's been like war between us. She's always complaining about how I get all the attention and about how I don't deserve all that I have. I think she's even a little bit jealous. I don't know why. I don't get half of the things that my parents and Vernon give to her. She's getting to be like a spoiled brat.

It wasn't always this way between us. We used to get along with each other. We used to play and go to the mall. I was a freak at my school; they didn't like me because I was so different. But Petunia always looked out for me. She always fought off bullies. She's always been strong that way, even though she doesn't show it. I wonder what happened to change her from a sweet little girl to a raging woman bent on making my life horrible.

I remember one time, we were at the high school, and there was a group of guys that always hung out in the corner. We had just gotten some yogurt from a stand at the side of the road when they started to make fun of me; they were seniors at our high school. Petunia got real mad and told them off. She said I was worth ten of them, and then threw her ice cream and it went SPLAT all over them. She started to laugh at them and then the whole school joined in. I always liked Petunia for that.

Then when I turned eleven it all stopped. The talks we had when mum and dad weren't listening. The trips to the mall. She even gave me the cold shoulder for a while. Then we made our first trip to Diagon Alley and she realized that it was real. She told me she was sorry for not believing me. She hugged me and we cried because I was going to be gone a whole year.

And when I came back... boom, she hated me. Called me names, she even did horrible pranks. She joined the cheerleading squad and all of her friends came over to make fun of me. It was horrible. And now she's got this horrible boyfriend who will end up marrying her and they'll have children from heck and—and—

(BIG scribble)

Oh well, I wish you wee my sister. That would be cool.

I hope you've been keeping up on meditating. Every morning, noon, and night. Three times a day. It doesn't really matter when. But I read in the book that it helps if you space it out a bit. By the end of summer, early September, we should be ready for the first try at transforming. I just hope that nothing gets in the way. Remember, when you meditate, you have to go back to the surreal world in the conscience where you first saw your Animagi form. Don't just focus on your animal, focus on the trance. With any luck, we'll be prowling through the forbidden forest when school starts.

Remember to bring muggle clothes. Once again, I'm sorry about Petunia, I seem to have written this entire letter about her and not you. I'll see you soon.

Lily

(A/N I'll be writing it now! Had you going there didn't I? First chapter will be posted later today.)