It was the green eyes. Those disconcerting (familiar) green eyes. Had they been any other colour, Petunia might not have been unsettled, and the first seeds of unease wouldn't have crept in. Petunia ignores the twinge of relief when the baby starts fussing, promptly handing her back to her mother. Grandchildren were supposed to be a gift. But for Petunia Dursley, nothing turned out to be further from it.
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