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Written for my friend Takara. ^^
I can't remember the last time I heard her sing. These days, all I hear from her lips is the word "Harry". The word is ungainly, not fit for her pink mouth.
I hate it.
Her voice is the most beautiful instrument in the world. Even if she were not a witch, her voice would still make her magical. She could easily charm the birds out of the trees, if that was her wish. The clear notes dance in the air, like a breeze on a warm day. Her voice makes me happy.
Why must she say your name? It is so ugly.
Perhaps she is an angel, bringing joy to the world. Perhaps she is a siren, bringing death to those who seek her. Either way, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. She is not mine, not anymore.
She is so beautiful, is she not? I have watched her grow, watched as her childish features become womanly. Watched as her body changed under my very eyes. Watched as she became more intelligent, more mature. Watched while knowing that she slowly but surely was torn from my arms and thrust into yours. It is not fair. Did I not love her first? It is not fair.
I loved her. I still do.
I know that it is not right. It is not right to long to touch her skin, to long to touch her pink lips. However, I no longer know why it is wrong. I have been so accustomed to remembering every detail of her delicate face, every note of her beautiful voice, every curve of her body.
Even so, is it fine to long to hear my name on her lips? If it is just this much… will it be fine?
Sometimes, I grab her arm and try to say something, try to tell her. Her eyes are full of confusion, but she says my name, and that is all that it takes to break the spell. My name is spoken in so much uncertainty while yours is spoken with so much certainty. The only way to get her to say my name is to do this, to hear it with all the uncertainty and confusion. Why am I being punished like this? What have I done wrong?
I know that she will not stay my little sister for ever. It has always been my secret burden. I know that one day, she will become somebody's wife.
Your wife.
And I? I will be facing Hermione when I make my vows, eternally pretending that she is Ginny. When Hermione speaks, I will hear Ginny's voice. When Hermione kisses me, I will feel Ginny's moist pink lips. I will congratulate Ginny on your wedding, pretend that I am congratulating Hermione. I will always, always be trying my best not to mix up the names of the two most important women in my life.
Hermione isn't stupid, she will eventually figure it out. She will burst into a terrible rage and I will remember that she isn't Ginny because Ginny's voice would never grate on my ears.
I will break.
That is still far into the future, though. Right now, all I want to hear is your promise to care for her always. Never let a single tear fall from her eyes,
I can't say this out loud, but surely, surely you can hear it in my voice? Surely you can see it from my eyes?
What I am giving you is not my sister, Harry. I am giving you my greatest treasure.
I am giving you my own happiness.
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