Love, Your Sister

by ronk77

[Letters from Petunia to Lily over the years]. Sisterhood. It's a funny thing. She never was quite the epitome of it, but no one can say she didn't try. Of a love never worthy, of affection never sent.

26. Collapse

Dear Lily,

Mum and Dad died. The car crash- some bastard crashed into them. We both rushed to the hospital, even if I got there first, and I had just finished looking over the papers for blood transfusions and questioning a nurse about blood types and the odds of survival when both you and the doctor appeared, ashen-faced. You started sobbing and rushed into my arms, the first time you'd hugged me in 7, almost 8 years, and for one moment I didn't care if anyone was dead so long as you stayed there with me.

But then, you had to go. Had to leave, and so did I, because there was just too much to do- the lawyers and the insurance and the money and everything else in between that needed to get finished before we both collapsed. I get the feeling it symbolizes most things about us.

Love, your sister.