(HP belongs to J.K. Rowling)
- Flores Doloris: Chapter 10
She spat, "There's nothing you can do, because it's already in your nature, ingrained in your very being!" Even Dudley's thumping and boisterous laughter from upstairs failed to lessen her aggravation. The sound passed through his ears like white noise before his aunt grabbed him by his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "Why can't you stop, after everything I've done..." she whispered, voice breaking, "why can't you stop looking at me with your mother's eyes?"
(HP belongs to J.K. Rowling)
- Flores Doloris: Chapter 10
A crushed expression overtook Petunia's face in seconds, pale eyes brimming with unshed tears. Harry reached out, but she wiped them away with an angry sweep of her arm and growled at him. "Stop it." She moved with heaving breaths and sat there for a moment, trying to compose herself, clutching her skirt until it wrinkled. "Why can't you just stop? I've done everything that I could, but nothing works." Harry swallowed, looking down in shame. "I know... I'm sorry."
