Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that I have used. They belong to J.K. Rowling
By: Born Mischievous
Rating: K
Genre: General/Angst
Two Sisters
At 14, I was timid, brown hair, brown eyes. Looked like I rolled out of bed,
At 9, she got perfect grades, her eyes shone emerald, and her hair flowed red,
No one thought we were sisters,
She had looks, friends
I had books, pens
School came easy to her,
She'd come home every day,
Show them her A,
I studied with a straight face,
Worked my hardest,
They called me a disgrace.
We shared one thing
One thing that made us cling
One thing that I looked forward to,
One thing we liked to do,
Read.
She preferred fantasy,
I preferred poetry,
We spent endless days
From where we were away,
The attic,
Our library.
A place she wasn't lovely,
And I wasn't ugly
Book after book,
We devoured together.
Two sisters,
Me and her.
One day,
My sister asked me:
"'Tunia, do you believe,
That somewhere out there,
There are witches and goblins?"
I snorted in response,
"Of course not, Lily,
Don't be naïve,
There's no such thing!"
Little did I know.
We were in the the attic when she got the letter,
It was dark out, and getting late,
I told her it was fake
She looked at me, frowning.
"How do you know?"
It was a cold day,
The first of September,
As we were driving to
King's Cross
She looked at me
"I'll miss you,"
And at first,
I missed her, too.
I lived for her letters,
Her crisp handwriting,
Days after days,
Alone in the attic
I was a poetry fanatic
Every day,
I sat up there
Till it was more than I could bear.
I started getting mad,
She'd found herself a lad,
Forgot abut her sister
Her letters came less and less,
Till they stopped.
At 26, my face pinched, my misery carried
At 21, she was a witch, she got married
Lily Potter and Petunia Evans:
Ex-sisters.