I wanted my sister's magic. I wanted it so much. I longed for it. I yearned for it. I knew that if I could just do one thing, something, somehow, I could get it. And then that boy would pay attention to me.
His name was Severus Snape and he was perfect. Lily said that his hair was too greasy and Mum said that he was too skinny, but I knew he was perfect.
He would follow Lily around and later she would laugh about how he hung onto her like a lost puppy. Afterwards, when she went to Hogwarts she would write home about how he was in a different house, but would still try to be with her whenever he could.
"He's so cute," she wrote to me. "But sometimes I wish he would leave me alone, let me be by myself, you know?" I tore up that letter and stomped on it.
Severus deserved better than Lily; he deserved me! If he had looked at me, talked to me I would have shown him the way a king should be treated. But he talked and looked at Lily, who didn't really want him, and to me, he behaved as if I were an annoying insect.
I knew that if I just had magic he would have liked me. He would have seen how much better I was than Lily, how much smarter and cleverer, even if I wasn't as beautiful.
When Lily had her fight with him I wrote him a letter, but he never replied. That summer I saw him on the street and went over to talk to him. He called me a "muggle" and spit at me. He would not have done that when we were small.
I knew that Hogwarts had changed him. It had changed Lily, too. She wasn't as nice as she used to be and kept talking about a 'war'. After the summer was over Lily went back to Hogwarts. I left home and went to university.
There I heard a man laughing at the idea of magic. I married him and soon I forgot about Lily and Severus and the wizards. When Harry came I remembered again. He was the personification of the Wizarding World. So I hated him. I hated him and the one I had loved.