Summary: He is gazing at you, and for a second confusion flickers across his face. He does not understand why you are still her, instead of as far away from him as possible.
Disclaimer: No, I do not under any circumstances own Harry Potter.
Green-Eyed Sister
By Albinofrog
You are about to leave, why then do you pause and turn around?
He is gazing at you, and for a second confusion flickers across his face. He does not understand why you are still here, instead of as far away from him as possible. He looks at you with his large emerald green eyes, the exact colour and shape of his mother's.
Your sister's, you remind yourself. Thinking of her is painful, after all these years it still feels like a stab to the heart. The beautiful redhead with her fiery personality. So full of life. So full of love. When she came back from that school every summer, she would try to make peace with you. But then she gave up and, admitting it to yourself for the first time, that had hurt more than anything. Except.
Except when you found him on the front porch, you screamed because you knew something must have happened, then reading that letter that she had died for her son and you had to take care of him.
And you felt so betrayed, because that last remnant of hope in your heart, hope that you could still apologize for treating her that way and lay down the swords, was sucked out of you. And you hated the boy, for stealing your sister away from you.
You were blind to his suffering, and not until now do you see the resemblance to her, the same fire burning within him. And it amazes you that it has not gone out after all this time, and yet convinced that, unlike his mother, it will continue to burn with the same intensity forever. But still you fear for him, that he will not survive.
And you want to tell him that he is so much like your sister, that she would have been proud of him. But the words die on your lips, you look at him for what might be the last time, and walk out the door to where the others are waiting.
As you drive away, only one thought is on your mind when you turn around to stare at the nearly empty house.
Good luck.
A/N: I haven't written in ages, I know, but I've been to England, France, Sweden, riding in the mountains and a number of other things. The reason I wrote it was that I couldn't sleep, and I get more inspiration from 12 to 5 am. Also, I remember A Beautiful Blue Dress, Not Yours by Lunaleth, it is amazing and you should really go check it out, written in second person too. Oh, and please help me find a better title! You'll get cookies!