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marginalia) wrote2004-10-05 11:18 pm
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ficlet: some have motherhood thrust upon them. petunia.
[some have motherhood thrust upon them] - petunia
dorrie6 issued a challenge. don't worry - i won't waste my time trying to get y'all to do the same for me :) actually, i should do a last lines one, as i try to make those decent to make up for the rest of the fic.
"I don't want you here, you know," Petunia says, looking down at the child. His eyes are flickering behind closed lids and his mouth opens and closes, soft and silent. She wonders what he's watching, what he's dreaming, what he will remember. Some articles say that children will forget the trauma, others that no memory is ever lost. Petunia doesn't know if any of that applies to this sort of a boy.
She reaches in to pull the blanket closer around him, and he grasps at her hand with a purposeful grip, opens his eyes, Lily's eyes, and regards her solemnly. Her own child has never been this silent, so of course her perfect sister's perfect child would be. Petunia is young. She is exhausted. She makes excuses for Dudley. She stamps down this new tenderness quickly, her mouth a thin hard line.
"I don't want you here," she says again, Vernon's words sour in her mouth. She hopes the repetition will make it true.
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"I don't want you here, you know," Petunia says, looking down at the child. His eyes are flickering behind closed lids and his mouth opens and closes, soft and silent. She wonders what he's watching, what he's dreaming, what he will remember. Some articles say that children will forget the trauma, others that no memory is ever lost. Petunia doesn't know if any of that applies to this sort of a boy.
She reaches in to pull the blanket closer around him, and he grasps at her hand with a purposeful grip, opens his eyes, Lily's eyes, and regards her solemnly. Her own child has never been this silent, so of course her perfect sister's perfect child would be. Petunia is young. She is exhausted. She makes excuses for Dudley. She stamps down this new tenderness quickly, her mouth a thin hard line.
"I don't want you here," she says again, Vernon's words sour in her mouth. She hopes the repetition will make it true.
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"I don't want you here," she says again, Vernon's words sour in her mouth. She hopes the repetition will make it true.
how do youu doo eeeet.
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thank you :)
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:D
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Here via
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also, thanks for telling me how you got here. i'd never seen that rec journal before :)
Here via dorrie6/hp_recycles
Very nice.
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