Too Fucking Late

"Hi," I say, smiling, to a blonde boy walking down Privet Drive. He looks like he's around... Harry's age, I guess – it has been almost seventeen years. Merlin, that's almost as old as me. That's a scary thought. "Could you please point me to Number Four? I've been up and down looking for it, but I just can't seem to find it."

"Yeah, some freak destroyed the number a couple months ago," he tells me, looking me up and down in a way I used to yell at James for. "I live there – I'll show you."

"Oh, are you Dudley, then?" Godric, I hope not. The idea of my nephew checking me out is just... weird. And gross.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Oh," I say with a little smirk as he leads me to a boring, generic square house, "you're mother's known me for a long time."

"Oh." Dudley opens the door, sounding a little confused. "I'll get Mum."

"Okay." I lean back against the door frame, closing my eyes. I'll be lucky if my darling sister doesn't start screaming at me to get my freakiness out of her house. I catch the phrases "girl" and "really hot" and "very nice friend" from the next room. Eww, that's disturbing. Why, oh why did I not let James come with me? Oh, that's right, because he'd have taken his anger out on them. Not that I won't – I fully intend to – I'm just slightly less prone to violence than my husband.

Unless it's with my husband. Then, we've both been know to break out our wands and have a good ol' fashioned duel to the snog. Those always end well.

"Yes, can we help you?"

I open my eyes and blink at the gathered family. My sister is in the middle of the hall, arms crossed against a horrid floral dress. Her whale of a husband – James, Sirius, Remus, and I have always called him Blubbernugget – fills the doorway behind her with my nephew watching over his shoulder.

"Hello? What do you want?"

I just smile. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Tuney?"

"Do I know you? Only my sister ever cal – Lily?"

Nodding, I smirk at the shade of purple Blubbernugget's turning. Wow, James has really rubbed off on me. Dudley's still confused, just more so.

"But – wh – you – how –" Petunia stutters. "You – you're dead!"

"I was," I agreed. "Now I'm not. I have my son to thank for that. Who, I hear, you raised."

Dudley stares blankly at me. "Is she talking abou – "

"Harry, yes," I confirm, moving to the cupboard under the staircase and opening the door. I pull out an old army man, cringing slightly at all the cobwebs surrounding it, and study it as I continue. "You see, James was ready to name his little sister, Janie, godmother, but she was thirteen at the time, and still in school. So I convinced him to let me name you godmother, Tuney. When I did that, though, I thought it was possible for you to care about my child. Maybe you would forget about your prejudice against me and look after my beautiful baby boy, open your heart and your home to him. I guess I was just naïve, because from what everyone has told me, you treated him worse than you've ever treated me. Sticking him under the stairs – "

"Lily, I – "

"– cutting him off from his friends," I continue as if she hasn't spoken at all, "telling him that James and I died in a car crash, trying to keep him away from Hogwarts, giving him – " I hold the toy soldier up to the light " – lead paint?"

"Now, listen here," Blubbernugget begins, "we took your little brat i – "

"He's never been a brat," I declare, and I know my green eyes are crackling with fire, the kind James says scares him worse than the Killing Curse. "And you would do well to remember that. Harry has saved the world – which includes your sorry arses – more than enough. He faced things at eleven that most people could never survive, and he defeated the Darkest Wizard ever known with a simple Disarming Charm. He's bloody amazing!

"And, from what I can tell, you put him through hell for ten years of his life, and every damn summer after that. He lost his parents, and his godfather, and everyone that ever truly loved him – and you? You tortured him emotionally because he was special – because he was like me. I really could not care any less as to what you think of me. Honestly, you could have done all of that to me when we were kids, Tuney. Fine, whatever, I would've gotten over it. But to my son?

"I can't believe you'd do that to any child, Tuney, let alone your own nephew. What happened to my kind, gentle, helpful older sister? When did she dissapear and get replaced by this cold-hearted, generic bitch?

"You know what? Whatever. I don't care who you are or what you've turned into. Blood may be thicker than water, Tuney, but love is thicker than blood. I should've known that, I guess, and made Remus a second godfather. Maybe then my son would never have had to meet you despicable people that I am ashamed to call family.

"That's what I came to tell you, so I'll be going. Goodbye, Petunia, Blubbernugget, Blubbernugget Junior."

And I leave. Still holding Harry's old toy, I walk calmly out of my sister's home. I'm halfway down the street be for she calls me.

"Wait! Lily, WAIT! I'M SORRY!"

"For what you did to me?" I call back, facing her. "Fine. Apology accepted. But for what you did to Harry? For what you did to my son?" I ask rhetorically, turning back around and continuing to walk away. "Too fucking late."

So I don't own Harry Potter - raise your hands if you didn't know that. I should explain that I've decided to bring all my favorite characters back somehow, including, but not limited to James, Lily, Fred, Mad-Eye, and Hedwig, and I thought that the way the Dursleys treated Harry would not go over well with his parents, so... yeah... this...

My idea for bringing James, Lily, Mad-Eye, and Cedric (because I'm not so cruel as to banis him to eternity as a sparkling fairy princess) involves them, Halloween costumes, confusion, and a mental hospital.

Interseted?

I'll only write it if people want to read it, so tell me below - and review whille you're at it! Oh, and tell me how you stumbled upon this, and check out some of my other stuff - I bet (hope) you'd like it!

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