Petunia and Lily Evans were sisters. They were named after flowers. if you google it you can see so many similarities between them.
Now, Petunia and her younger sister Lily loved each other. Even when Petunia called Lily a freak, she knew deep down that she loved her. Once Petunia stopped herself from communicating with Lily, she had a vague idea that there was no going back. Once she married Vernon and completely cut herself out from her sister, she dug the knife deeper into the wound. And that knife reached a certain point when Petunia stopped sending Lily Christmas and birthday presents, that it would be harder than ever to draw back. It would require bravery, and empathy, to be able to pull it out. Petunia didn’t have the bravery. A lot of people say that Petunia hated Lily - but Petunia loved her. She pretended to people that she didn’t because she was too proud. When Lily died, Petunia cried in secret. But her husband never knew.
deep deep down she knew she loved her beloved sister
One year on Mother’s Day, a six-year-old Dudley ran out into the back garden and looked for the prettiest flower he could find. He picked a lovely petunia that his father had grown especially for his wife. He hurried to the kitchen, and presented it with muddy hands to Petunia, and said, “Happy Mother’s Day!” . She, despite hating mud, took it with care and affection and gave her son a hug.
Harry saw. He was hungry for a hug.
Now, Harry knew that he would get in trouble if he picked one of the specially grown petunias. So, he went to the back garden and eyed some beautiful flowers that looked very similar to the one that Dudley had picked. He saw a young flower, which was winking in the sunlight. When Harry picked the flower, the flower seemed as if it had wanted to get picked by Harry.
Little did he know that the flower he had picked was a lily.
At least it looks similar, thought Harry as he ran to the kitchen, held it out to his aunt and cried, “Happy Mother’s Day!”
Instead of giving him a hug as he expected, Harry saw a flash of despair in his Petunia’s eyes. She strode past him and hurried into the room she shared with Vernon and slammed the door. The six-year-old pattered to the doorway and glued his ear to the keyhole.
Harry thought he heard muffled sobs.
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