I might be his princess, but I will never be his favourite.
James might be his prince, but will never come close to you.
You will be his king.
You are his king.
We know as you rise above us.
You never understood us, your siblings.
You never near us.
Never look at us.
Because there was you.
Only you.
You were selfish.
James wasn't.
James was thrown to the side as you took the throne.
His throne.
Stole it.
I sat at the side with James. Watched as you ruined yourself.
Ruined our parents.
We watched from afar as you tried to leave us.
Hurt us.
You hated us because we told each other everything.
Because you could be like us.
Couldn't hold us.
Couldn't control us.
Because James gave me the cloak and map.
Not you.
Me.
Dad didn't know.
Obviously.
He was saving it for you.
James stole it.
For us.
But you were going to get it.
Because they loved you more.
We were thrown to the side.
Hopeless.
Helpless.
As you got your way.
You never understood the lost feeling.
Not even when you were placed in Slytherin.
You should have been disowned.
But...
You were loved more.
It sickened us.
You sickened us.
You threatened me as you watched your best friend flirt with me.
Didn't like that I got attention.
I was nothing in your eyes.
You harmed me when he became mine.
Added to my scars.
Added to James' for letting it happen.
You made these scars.
Or at least added to them.
But he stopped it.
Stopped you.
It was too late for mam and dad.
You killed them.
Sliced too deep.
Beat too hard.
All too much.
You killed them.
As you nearly did us.
But he saved us.
Scorpius saved us.
And we saved you.
Because you're my brother.
His friend.
And you needed to be saved.