A/N – (I don't own Harry Potter or the characters in any way. Allcreditgoes to J. K. Rowling).

Poker Face

(Narrator's P.O.V.) Third Person.

Petunia had just managed to put the wailing baby to sleep. She had not intended to inherit this little bundle, let alone be the person responsible to look after it. Vernon was unimpressed, yet Petunia did not have the heart or courage to repeat what she had read in both letters that came with the small infant.

Her husband, uninterested, at particularly unhelpful, had already gone to bed. Loud snores made their way to the spare bedroom upstairs.

Petunia, unlike how we knew her to be, was in shock.

She may have disliked her sister's world, but for her to be...dead. No. It wasn't right.

Her breathing came in short intervals as she tried to hold back the sobs she knew wanted to claim her.

With a barely controllable hand, she reached for the first letter. One she had already read 3 times.

Petunia,

I entrust this letter to you. I know our relationship may have deteriorated from childhood, but I need you, for one final time, I need you.

I know I'm asking a lot from you, sister, but I'm running out of time.

Harry's barely a year old, Tuney. He needs someone, and I know I won't always be there for him.

It's a dreadful thought, I know, but I just can't shake it off.

There's someone after us, someone determined to destroy us, and Tuney, we're not going to escape. It's a terrible thing to think, let alone write, which is why I haven't told James about this.

The feeling is in my bones, and as the clock steadily ticks by, seconds of my life are going with it.

I'm sorry about what has happened in the past, just listen to me now, please.

By the time you receive this letter, I will be gone. I don't know if you will care much on that matter, but all I can say is that I hope you can care enough for that little boy left behind.

I'm petrified, Tuney, I'm not going to lie. I'm scared for Harry. I don't know what he'd do without us, but now, he's got you...I hope.

Petunia, my one finale wish and hope to you is that you look after Harry once I'm gone. Love him, talk to him, care for him, and please, never let him forget us.

Please.

I won't beg, I'll just hope you hear my need.

From the sister you never truly forgot,

Lily.

(11 Years later...)

Petunia watched as Harry made breakfast on her husband's demand. His green eyes, so much like Lily's flashed at Vernon's words.

And suddenly, she realised.

She didn't not put pictures up of Lily because she was cruel, she merely couldn't bear seeing Lily's face, boxed up and frozen in a frame when she knew she would never see her again. Even Harry's eyes caused a grief beyond words to weigh upon her chest.

Turning her head, she looked away and outside, where she saw an Owl soar over head.

"I'm Sorry, Lily." She whispered as the Owl flew out of sight.

A/N – I think after Lily died, Petunia had a lot of regrets she could not talk freely about. Their relationship was tough, and I think she really needed to find some sort of closure.

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