aunt petunia | harry
I was jealous of your mother's magic and I didn't handle it well. I wrote a letter to Dumbledore to ask if I couldn't come with her to Hogwarts. He told me it wasn't possible. Instead of accepting it and supporting my sister, I was angry and cruel. Before I knew what happened, before I could change or realise that I was wrong about her and magic, she was dead and you were on my doorstep. It was Alastor in the end that changed my mind. I came around. I came to love you and I always will.
In their world where no zombies happened, your uncle was alive and that Petunia only became more hateful and judgmental. They tried to stop you from discovering your magic or letting you know you were special at all. They neglected you, made you sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. They were awful people. That is the Petunia everyone here knew back home. That is the woman I am for them. Most of them have moved past that, but it still make me anxious when I speak to them because I know it now. Mostly when people are new.
I'm not proud of myself for how I acted. I'm sorry it took so long for me to figure it out.