DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or anything you recognize. That's J.K. Rowling's...
So I started this out as something happy and this is how it turned out...Hope you like it!
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I looked down at my older sister's beautiful face, her long blonde hair splayed out like a fan behind her head. She looked peaceful and oddly sleepy even in death. She wasn't supposed to be dead. She was supposed to live for a really long time. I could hear my mum sobbing in the background, the sound muffled a little by Dad's strong arms around her. Tears were streaking down Louis' cheeks, that's what scared me the most. Louis never cried and Mum usually just hid everything that she was thinking and feeling.
"Did I ever tell you I loved you?" I whispered as I watched them put her down into the grave. They slammed the coffin shut and I could no longer see her face. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." Tears were coming down my cheeks like mini waterfalls now.
I turned around and saw Teddy, his hair a sad gray and his eyes a dark blue. "I can't believe she's gone," he whispered, putting his arm around me and pulled me towards my parents.
"I took her for granted you know," I said loudly, making him turn his face towards me. "I yelled at her, told her I hated her and pretended like I didn't want her anywhere near me." Teddy nodded solemnly, tears pooling in his eyes. "I just never thought that I would be without her. She was my best friend."
"I know. It hurts doesn't it?" I nodded, choked sobs struggling out of my throat. "I thought I was going to get to marry her."
"I wish I could go back and change stuff that we said to each other. Half the time it seemed like she really did hate me," I said to no one in particular. "It seemed like we hated each other actually."
"She loved you. You were her best friend," Teddy said slowly. "She always wanted to tell you stuff first."
"Yeah, but look where that got her." I started to sob, my tears staining Teddy's shirt. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. It was all I could do to stay upright. Teddy was clutching my back, keeping me still and rocking me back and forth. I wanted to turn this around. Maybe I could die instead of her. Maybe is all I could say, maybe is all that it's worth.