Breaking a Sisterly Bond
A HariPo freeverse piece
by mew-tsubaki
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. A random idea that hit me this morning…along with its sequel/companion. Read, review, and enjoy!
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it's just that feeling
that want
that desire
that urge to…
take what's not yours
(is that what it's called?)
you walk
to and fro
\back and forth/
only ever *glimpsing*
what she has
(what you don't)
what she gets to have every day
(h.a.p.p.i.n.e.s.s)
what pushes her to come to work every day
(because that excuse didn't exist in the beginning)
so you think
"HE will make ME happy, too"
and you try so, so hard
(so very hard)
to create new routes for you
around the Ministry
away from the Auror Office
circling his office
(just never close enough for your twin to see you ghosting about)
walking by his door
(so that he might spot you & mistake you for her)
and then a master plan is supposed to
m-a-t-e-r-i-a-l-i-z-e
out of
|thin|
air for you to use
and you're no longer going to be the
rugged twin,
the brash lion,
the Auror with No Goals
no
(you will be his, and that will make you happy)
"Hello, Minister Shacklebolt"
three little words
meant to harm & heal
(and everything in between)
but,
no matter how badly you want it [him],
your wish will not come to *fruition*
nothing will change
no amount of
flirting
gazing
hair-twirling
will do a
bloody thing
about this miserable excuse for a life
which you've come to accept
(ah-ha)
maybe that's it
when did you become the complacent one,
and Padma the courageous go-getter?
(because she has him & a good life & everything you could ever want—
no. everything she could ever want.
right?)
"I hate you"
you just wanted to see her frown
just for a moment
just take her from her happy place for one bloody second
because, though she may deny it,
she loves working here
being of use
being around him
in a delightfully busy atmosphere
that forces them to be honest with one another
no. matter. what.
(you just never expected you'd say these words with so much
VeNoM
dripping from your tone)
you could make a thousand excuses
-you lost more friends than she did
-you never had the camaraderie with your Housemates that she had with hers
-you just never figured out what to do with your life (Auror seemed to be the only choice then, y'know?)
but none of these "reasons" matter
something inside you broke
(when, where, why, how—does it matter?)
and it won't be repaired
(not even if you tried to take him)
so your only option now is to…
hate her
(because you were supposed to be the happy one,
the one in her spot…
the one with everything)
and even this soul-searching can't keep you from saying you're sorry
because, to be honest,
you kind of like the idea that she can't have everything
(like her twin by her side, forever and ever)
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Some random idea that hit me…mainly because I wanted to write Padmingsley (an M&MWP), but I wondered about Parvati/Kingsley, too. Still, Padmingsley all the way. Read Padma's response in "someone's meaning of happiness."
Thanks for reading and please review!
-mew-tsubaki :)