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“You hate Petunia.”
“I don’t hate—it’s complicated.”
James clearly didn’t get it. Lily wished for Sirius; he understood the complicated pull of family relationships.
“Every time you see her, you come back in tears.”
“She’s the only one I have left.”
James’ face twisted in sympathy; he, too, knew the loss of his parents. “You have me. And the baby. We’re your family.”
Lily sighed, too tired to argue. “I guess you’re right.”
She placed a hand over her stomach, hoping the baby would never know this strange homesickness, this longing for a time and place that never was.