Disclaimer; no one of the characters are mine. They belong to Rowling. The plot is mine.
Second best
August 4th 2001, Saturday
Second best. That's what I am. Second best. Parvati is number one on everything; she got the best house, she got the most wanted guy in school, she is the smart and the lovely one. Look at her; perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect hair, everything about her looks is just…perfect. And she has this beautiful best friend, and together they make the most wanted girls in school. It would be better if she was a pure bitch, but she is really nice to everybody and every boy in school turns his head to have a better look when she walks past. Me, on the other hand, am the shadow; the second try on making something perfect - and a failure. 'm not as pretty, I'm not as smart, I'm not has nice…I'm only the simple Rawenclaw. When Parvati and I were toddlers, we used to talk about what house we wanted to be in; we both wanted Gryffindor, and Rawenclaw second. She ended up in Gryffindor. I ended up in Rawenclaw. She got twelve O.W.Ls, I got nine. But why? We shared everything before. Now she has forgotten about me. But I still love her a lot. Why, twin sister, why have you forgotten about me? I can't find an answer, I need an answer from you, but you aren't here, and even if you were, I wouldn't have had the guts to say all this to you. I'll write it down instead, 'cause I have to get it out in some way. I'm a nobody, Parvati, compared to you. Good at school; but you are better. I'm pretty; but you are beautiful. I'm in a good house; but you're in the absolute best one. Did you know the Sorting Hat wanted me in Hufflepuff? I'm just and loyal, it told me. What did it tell you? 'Plenty of courage, plenty of brain, plenty of charm'? I thought it always would be the two of us, but now you have Lavender. I still love you, Parvati, and I always will. Love, your twin sister, Padma Patil
Her hand removed a tear escaping from her left eye. She was the forgotten sister, the part of the Patil twins who was surrounded by mystery and silence. Padma closed her diary and put a spell on it so that no one but Parvati could read any of the things she had written. Then she reached out for the knife lying next to her on the bed. For the last time, Padma Patil closed her eyes. She let the knife rest on her wrist for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and cutting over.
"Miss Patil?" Parvati looked up from the homework she was making. It was Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir?" His eyes scared her; they were serious, sad, and so dark. He made a sign for her to follow him. She put down her quill and closed her book before standing up. Dumbledore led her out of the Gryffindor common room, down the hall and over to the tower were she knew the Rawnclaws had their dorms. The little witch didn't ask for password, just let Dumbledore past. She did also look sad. And as soon Parvati had entered the Rawenclaw tower, she under stood why. There, in a chair by the fire, she saw her sister. Blood was dripping from her wrists. For a moment, Parvati stood frozen to the ground, before running towards Padma.
"No…" she whispered. "Padma, no, please…" Someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"There is nothing to be done," Dumbledore's voice said from far away. Parvati began sobbing. Gentle arms took her away from her twin sister, her own reflection.
Later that evening, Parvati sneaked out to the library and opened a small book, covered with blood, that she had found next to Padma. She read a little before putting it down, staring into the night. Finally, she whispered;
"I love you too, Padma. For me you were number one."