When Lily Potter is in isolation under the Fidelius Charm, her thoughts wander.
You never hated him. If anything you loved him as much as your own son. But that was why you had to force it out of him. Because it would kill him. Just like it killed Lily. *A one-shot from Petunia Dursley's perspective in second person point of view.*
A poem about the loss of childhood and innocence. See my author's note for an interpretation of the poem.