HIS FUALT

Regan lay awake. Staring and memorising the ceiling of the hospital wing. She was waiting for Harry to arrive. She knew he would have many questions to ask but she wasn't sure if she could answer them all.
She heard approaching footsteps and heard the door to the large room open. The footsteps continued to the screens around her bed when whomever it was seemed to hesitate. She heard him sigh and turn to leave.
"Don't go." She called to the empty room.
"I…I thought you were asleep."
"I was waiting for you. I know you have questions." She took a deep breath. "I want to answer them as best I can."
His head poke around the screens. His dark hair looked as though he had run his fingers through a lot and his green eyes seemed wary. She smiled her brightest smile and he smile back. It was then that she saw their father in him. Regan bit back tears.
"Sit here." Pointing to the red armchair.
Harry walked around the screen nervously. Questions begging for answers ran through his head. Regan watched his approach wondering what his first question would be and how hard it would be to answer. He sat in silence and Regan became more and more nervous.
"What would you like to now first?"
"I…I guess I'd like to know how your life's been?"
"I guess it's been pretty good. I had parents who loved me and cherished me. I went to a good school where I had friends. When I turn eleven I found out my parents weren't my parents, that I had a twin brother, that the dark lord had killed my real parents and that my brother didn't know I existed. Then the man who had given our real parents in killed my surrogate parents and I ended up in a dungeon being cursed whenever the dark lord felt frustrated. Then after three years of hell the man who had killed my parents helped me escape only to be captured and killed by Voldemort. Now I find my self rambling and talking to the thing that kept me alive through all this." Regan's voice broke and tears threatened to fall.
"Wow. I don't know what to say. What did you mean about me being the one thing that kept you going?"
"On our fourteenth birthday Peter gave me a crystal ball. I've been watching you and that through it whenever I felt I couldn't deal with it anymore. That's not to weird is it?
"A little. But so this, I mean I didn't even know I had a sister until like three hours ago and now I'm asking questions about how she grow up." He was angry now. An idea seemed to strike him. "Voldemort never hurt you because of me, did he?"
Regan remembered the many times she had been dragged in to face Him when He was spitting angry at something Harry had done. How He cursed her saying it was the only way He could hurt Harry. How He had beaten her when Harry had discovered His plans and plots. Or when He had had the death eaters use her for target practice after the Order had surprised them and taken a few of their members.
All this must have crossed her face or her eyes because Harry seemed to read her mind. And he was pissed.
"He did, didn't he? I will kill him for that Regan I promise." He continued to fume.
He paced around her bed and Regan began to get frightened. This was not how it was supposed to go. She climbed out of her bed and hugged Harry. Wrapping her slender arms around his neck.
"Harry, please. Don't. He will die but you have to clam down please. Please." She began to cry.
All the emotion she had refused to acknowledge for three years burst free. Harry hugged her back whispering calming words in her ear.
"I sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It's ok. It's going to be alright."
"Why did He have to do this to us Harry? Why? For six years I've been asking that question and I still don't know the answer. Why us? What did we do?" Regan searched Harry's eyes for the answer. Tears still flowed free.
"It was a prophecy that did it Regan. There's a prophecy that says that I have to kill him or be killed by him. It's my fault Regan. I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from her face.
"No Harry it's not your fault. It's His and He will pay. That I promise for our sorry lives."
Harry smiled at the determined look on her face and gave her another hug.
"Come on sis. Into bed with you. You still have lots of healing to do. I promise to come around tomorrow."
He kissed her forehead and made to leave.
"Harry, do you think we could ever have normal lives?"
"I hope not. Where would the fun be in that?"
With that he left.