Petunia sat perched neatly in the arm chair by the fire, thinking of her life. It was a present she hadn't expected. She wanted nothing to do with the Potter boy, yet she secretly loved him in a way. He was her sisters' after all, and even though they had falling out, she still loved her.

She gazed into the fire, picking up her knitting as she did so. Looking around to make sure no one was around; she softened her expression and said gently,

"I miss you Lily."

Then stiffening up she set to work on the tea cozy.