Dear sister, what did I do wrong?, a harry potter fanfic

Dear sister, what did I do wrong?

A/N: I do not own anything from the world of Harry Potter.

This random, and not very good, poem was written as a second attempt at the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition poetry challenge. It is the second I've ever written, and wouldn't normally write anymore, except this came to me today. It is sort of personal (hence why it is even more sloppy than it is as is) yet I can imagine Narcissa feeling this way about her sister's leaving her at home, before Lucius comes along. Although you may feel Andromeda is better suited to this, Bellatrix is actually the intended 'sister' she is writing to- I imagine Bellatrix was a little bit of a snob when she wanted to be, and Pureblood or not, I'm sure Narcissa was human enough to be jealous of her sister growing up and creating a new life for herself. I'm not sure if Rodolphus had any female cousins, yet because he does not have a sister, I wanted to be true to canon as much as possible.

This is freeverse (I think) and rhymes are unintentional haha.

Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoy this, and that it does make sense. Poetry isn't my strong suit, but this comes from the heart.

I watch as the leaves change,

Crisp and green, fresh and gold,

Vibrant crimson, before brown and old.

Waiting, wondering, when she will finally come home.

The parchment before me

Lies blank beneath the quill.

Imploring me to say what I need to,

Daring to draw out the angry words within.

Dear sister, should I say,

What did I do wrong?

Have you no use for me,

Now that he has come along?

Yesterday we were supposed to go shopping,

The trip we'd planned for months for when you would be in town.

I wonder if you had fun at the Quidditch match with him,

And when I should schedule another appointment time?

I do believe a congratulations are in order on your recent engagement.

I saw the announcement in the Prophet, didn't you look lovely?

You're probably on your way to tell us now,

I'm sure our mother will be as pleased as his was to hear.

I cannot wait to see you walk down the aisle, a vision in snow white robes,

Your ebony hair will be a stark contrast as it flows down your back.

Just as it did at your engagement party,

Or so I have been told.

Tell me, what colour bridesmaids dresses will they be?

Blue to match my eyes,

Or emerald to match his cousin's?

Should I now work on the Maid of Honour speech, or has it already been written?

Has his mother called you daughter yet?

Does his cousin like that new dress you bought her?

Can you make it to my birthday next week?

Don't you worry, I'm sure my cake will taste exactly like his brother's.

Thank you for leaving mother's engagement ring to me,

Ancient as it may be.

I know it is not your style,

That you now prefer something new.

I wonder though if you will have children,

If you have spoken of your future heirs.

Will his brother be named a godparent?

Will your child know that he, she, has an aunty?

My hand shakes as the quill scrawls along,

Splotched tears ruining the smooth lines.

Into the fire it goes, scrunched into a ball

To be turned into ash, true thoughts no more.

A new sheet of parchment upon the oak desk,

Fresh and clean.

I run a hand through my silky blonde hair,

And dip into the ink pot once more.

Dear sister,

How are you? When will you be home?

I miss you more than ever,

Love your sister, always and forever.