"So... can I ask you something?" he said, not really waiting for an answer, knowing he could ask anything. "Why does Aunt Petunia hate you so much? I mean, she said something about you one time... at least I think it was you, though it could have been Snape. I dunno. Not that it matters, I don't care, but I thought you'd never really met her, but then she mentioned some man, and I assumed it was you," he shrugged.
He didn't mean to get so dark suddenly, but thinking about Sirius and how he'd meant to go live with him if not for the nasty Ministry business, which lead him to think of his years with the Dursleys... sure, when the war wasn't going so well, they'd turned in his favour but it was too little, too late. He hadn't spoken to them since the end of the war, nor had he had any desire to.
Something sharp twisted in his gut, the ease with which Lily and her family had been associated with Snape, that Petunia might just as easily have been talking about him as about James. He rather balked at the notion that they might by lumped into the same category. Instead of showing this, he simply took another drink of his beer. Snape didn't warrant the time of day.
"When it comes to first impressions, I'm either brilliant, or just... abysmal," he began with a nearly sheepish sigh. "But Petunia, she never cared for much of anything out of the ordinary. And finding a teenage boy asleep on your front porch, well, that was a bit unseemly in her opinion. I don't know what it was, but she just... Merlin, she hated hearing about anything to do with the magical world. At that point, to me, the muggle world was kind of like a theme park, you know? It wasn't the real world- the wizarding world was the real world, it was the only thing I knew. What else was I supposed to talk about? I was bloody nervous, and when I get nervous, I tend to talk. A lot. The more I talked, the more she scowled. But her mum seemed to like me well enough."
Really, he'd been a bit stunned to find himself in the Evans' kitchen. It wasn't as though he'd been doing anything creepy, and it's not like James had had any way of knowing that Lily had gotten Snape's mum to put up wards on her house. When his dad had come home and started talking about the three muggle-borns who'd been killed, for whatever reason he just couldn't get Lily Evans out of his head. It just wasn't in him to sit around waiting when he thought she was out there defenseless. And it wasn't like he'd intended to fall asleep, but around the sky was turning from navy to the pre-dawn gray, he'd somehow dozed off.
He nodded and looked around for a moment. "Where can I get another beer, since we don't seem to be leaving very quickly." he chuckled, sitting back down. "And anyway, Aunt Petunia doesn't like anything or anyone, except her prescious Duddums." he rolled his eyes at the mention of his cousin. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hated even the slightest hint of abnormality. They'd peer through the drapes, watching the neighbors and gossiping about anything they thought was out of the ordinary." A smile spread across his face again, remembering Dudley and the the incident several years back. "It was rather amusing though to see Dudley scrambling away from a dementor. He couldn't see it, but his fat arse scrambled faster than I've ever seen him move."