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Envy
Ron
He's got everything. And if he hasn't got it, he can buy it. Sometimes, I feel sick from the knot in my stomach, and he doesn't even know it.
It's not even that I want what he has. I just want him to stop whining, on and on, about what a burden it all is. To appreciate how lucky he is to have a top-notch broomstick, to not have to struggle for attention.
To have Sirius, who loves him so much because he doesn't have to split his heart seven ways.
I just wish he knew how lucky he is.
Harry
I don't get it. How he can sit there, eating candy his mother made for him, wearing a sweater she knitted, and glaring at me. Because of some ridiculous article in a stupid paper that gets more things wrong than right.
Doesn't he know I would trade lives with him in a heartbeat? Faster. I'd give everything I have to have a family to go home to over the holidays, or be able to go live with Sirius, maybe. To have someone take care of me, and chase away my nightmares.
I just wish he knew how lucky he is.