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Written for:
The If you dare challenge : prompt no2 Vague Misery
The Greenhouse Competition : Bleeding Heart
HP Potions Competition : Dragon Tonic
The 6 Senses Competition: Emotion, Pain
Pairing – Harry/Ginny
Warning – Unrequited Love for Charlie
I watched him outfly a Dragon and I fell in love. I sit in the second row of chairs, waiting for my little sister to walk down the aisle to the only man I have ever loved. He stands, my youngest brother beside him, a smile brighter than the sun lighting up his face as he nods his head to whatever Ron has just whispered in his ear. My mother sits in front of me with Andromeda and Teddy, laughing quietly together, the happiness radiating from their every pore. Bill and Fleur beside them, snuggled together cooing over my niece, in the way only new parents can. George is beside me, talking animatedly to Angelina, who is gazing adoringly at him, her engagement ring sparkling in the sun. All around me, people talk happily none aware of the almost numbness that has taken over me, the feeling of vague misery the only feeling I have.
Music starts and people swirl in their seats. Hermione appears, Luna not far behind her, both looking beautiful in the pale pink bridesmaid dresses my little sister has chosen. Next comes Ginny, my father leading her, and there is a collective gasp from the onlookers. Even as I stand here, hating her for having what I want most, I feel a spark of pride. That is my little sister, and she looks breath-taking. I turn to look, despite the pain I know it will cause me, to see the love in Harry's eyes as he sees her, his expression like a blind man seeing the sunset for the first time. A knife cuts through my gut, wishing that look was for me.
I watch as my dad hands over my little sisters hand to Harry, the smiles they all exchange and the look of excitement in the eyes of the soon to be newlyweds and I sigh quietly to myself. That could have been me, no, that should be me. Harry should look at me with that expression in his beautiful eyes, should smile at me like I'm the only person in his world, should want to wake up beside me every morning, spend every spare bit of time with me, and love me the way I love him. The way I will always love him.
The vows are exchanged, rings forever placed on fingers, the doves let loose. Mum and Andy are crying, Tears are visible in dads eyes. The new Mr and Mrs Harry Potter are announced and the applause is immense. People are forming a queue all wanting to congratulate the couple, all wanting to wish them well for the future. I stay in my seat, gazing into nothing, pain crashing over me in waves. I look up, and see Harry looking at me, a hint of concern in his otherwise happy eyes. I try to smile but cannot bring my lips to cooperate. Instead I stare for a moment, taking in as much detail as I can, before I let the tear in my eye drop to my cheek and apparate away.
I'm in love with Harry Potter, and I always will be.