You didn't know when your relationship with your dear sister changed, perhaps it was the time your father gave you the pink stuffed animal to you instead of giving it to hear... Perhaps the year you were able to go to Greece for hollidays with your friends after working your arse off... Perhaps it was the way you got a place on Hogwarts because you were a witch... You could never know

You tried to kiss her goodbye every year, only to be rejected year after years; making your dears Marlene, Alice and Mary come to you as the blonde one flipped off your sister and you tried to hide the tears with a smile

You tried, and with more people you befriended at your school, more times you questionated yourself

If people asked James Potter what did he think about this he would say that —in his humble opinion—, your sister was a fool, only fools would say no to a piece of your affection

The fact that his boys, your girls and himself were madder at your sister for the tears you shared when you found out she hadn't invite you to her and her husband's wedding than you would be funnier if you weren't literally crying your eyes out

Now after years and years and years of begging you for a date, you are married and waiting for a child; so your parents invited you, your husband, Petunia and Vernon to a family dinner

When they saw you two, Vernon recoiled cowardly as Petunia looked like she sucked a lemon at your slight bump and your radiant and happy self... Another thing you took from her, the glow of pregnancy

But she wouldn't let that go; through all the dinner she spend time making passive-agressive comments: 'Five months ago you got married, and you are six months pregnant, it must be something... Would it be not, my love?' she asked her husband with an obnoxious voice. 'You can never be sure who the father is, my sister enjoys male attention, James'

For your sake, your husband tried to stay calm; looking at you from time to time, taking your hand in his and kissing the beautiful wedding ring he gave you... Until the last sentence.

How dared this horse-like faced woman to speak ill of you, of her sister? The thought of merely having anyone say another bad thing about you made him want to throw unforgiveable curses until his arms hurt

"That is more that enough" James said, getting up and throwing the napkin onto the table

"James..." you whisper, taking his wrist with your hand, trying to call him down

"No, my love, if anyone is guilty for something between us here is me. You are... Merl- God, you are the closest thing to perfection humanity has and she humilliates you time and time again when you have to be cellebrated. You have to be... You have to be worshipped, loves, adored" he tells you, looking from you to his sister-in-law "The next time you speak about my wife like that-"

"What?" interrupts Vernon, getting up too; looking kind of pathetic next to the tall and athletic person your husband was

"The next time you talk to my wife that way I am making sure you cannot talk anymore... I may go to Azkaban, but you wouldn't humilliate her amazing self once again" James finishes, looking at both of them now "I know you think I am an arrogant git, and maybe I am! But let me drop dead right here if you think that I will stand for anyone disrespecting my wife!"