Disclaimer: Not mine but I would not say no if someone would decide to gift HP to me…
Information: No change in the original story. Just the last part of a weird idea that I could not get rid of again…
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THE DECISION OF THE OLDER BROTHER
RESENTMENT
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She did not know when exactly it started. When she met them, they were already close. They knew each other. They knew what the other feared, what the other liked, what the other resented, who the other was.
She didn't.
She was the odd one out – the outsider in a group of friends.
And she resented them for it.
She resented them for being close enough to understand each other without speaking, without needing to confirm the others opinion.
She was the odd one out – nothing more but distraction for one of them and not even that for the other. And she loathed them for it. She loathed, that they were close – so close without her. She wanted to be a part of it! After all, at that time one of them was her half-brother and the other his best friend…
And she was just Morgana. Just Morgana – a beauty, but not as beautiful as stunning Guinevere…
She had tried to get in and failed, so she had cursed them. Not with words at that time, but with the wish that she would never leave them until they cared…
And when she had been reborn again and again, she had always been close to them – but never close enough for her liking.
And she had loathed them for it.
But still – over the time they had formed a pact with each other, a pact to work together for the life of those that came after them…
When she was Rowena, she was the wise one – but she was simply asked for her knowledge and not acknowledged for herself. She was the source of their success – but not part of this incredible close bond they had knitted over time.
Helga was the one who brought them. Helga was the one who lead them. Helga was the one who cherished them and was cherished in return. Helga, who was once stunning Guinevere…
But she, Rowena, wasn't – and she envied them for it.
At first, she had closed her eyes to reality and had envisioned that it would change in time.
"Let's make a pact" Godric had said. "Let's work together until we have changed our world for the better!"
And they had done just that – until she had realised that the pact they had made was nothing but beautiful lies…
And it had been Helga's fault that the pact was just that. Helga, the nice one. Helga, the dear one. Helga, who had captured and chained the other two and was now ruling over their lives like she saw fit.
Ruling, because her spoken spell from so long ago cursed their fate for eternity.
"You have done enough already!" Rowena had whispered to Helga, when she had understood the truth of their bond. "You are the one who is guilty of breaking this pact!"
Never stopping and thinking that she also had cursed them – maybe not with words like Helga had – but cursed, nonetheless…
And so she had gone and finally cursed Helga, the stunning Guinevere – and dammed the other two by fault...
"May you never find happiness until I found it as well!"
The results were horrible. Instead of taking the others happiness, she lost her own meagre as it was. Her husband died, her daughter left and she died lonely and utterly forgotten by the world.
When she was born again next to the boys, she thought it coincidence – it took years for her to understand, that instead of freeing the boys from Helga, she had fully cursed them all for eternity…
And still, even then, she resented the boys for the meagre happiness they seemed able to find in life – as short as it would be sometimes for them…
Because she always lost her happiness first. When she had been Mary McDonald, her family had been killed yeas before Helga's – now Marlene McKinnon's – was even touched…
And all because she was the odd one out…
And she had resented them for it.
"You have done enough!" Rowena, this time named Mary McDonald, had whispered to Marlene McKinnon. "It was your family they were protecting!"
The 'insteadofmine' stayed unsaid.
That the other two had died for this family – she never ever thought about…
She just resented Helga – now Marlene – for that she had again lost her happiness first. And that the two boys had cared more about Helga then herself…
But she had never understood.
She had never understood what she had done to them all – how terribly she had cursed them – until she had found herself sitting next to dead Fred. Because this time, instead of the usual feelings of resentment, she saw the boy who had thrown a paper at her to get her attention… to ask her out to the Yule ball…
And for the first time she looked at the other boy – George – and saw him… For the first time she did not see just a price, like she had always seen, but a boy. A living, breathing boy whose life she just had destroyed just because she had envied Helga. Just because she had always been jealous of Helga.
And suddenly she felt like crying.
And she couldn't say anything anymore. All those spiteful words she had thrown at her rival before had vanished with the understanding, that it was her own fault that those two – those two that could not live without each other and also not with each other – now suffered for eternity…
And so she, as Angelina Johnson, had done nothing but sitting next to the brothers, crying for the first time in her life for the deeds she had done – for the mistakes she had made that had let those to suffer for eternity.
And still she could not say "I am sorry for what I have done to you who were blameless from the very beginning…"
She just took what was given to her and stayed silent. When George asked her out, she said yes – because she had always wanted to be seen by him. When he asked her to marry him, she said yes again – because he finally saw her.
It took years until she finally understood that she had been in his heart all along and that she never had to fight for her place in there. It took years for her to understand that even if she finally had him, he was not whole. She had destroyed his absolute happiness the day her curse had ripped away his brother.
And she regretted it dearly until the day he died…
But she never said "Sorry" at all…
Not that she needed it. The day he died, she sat next to him crying and he looked at her and smiled.
"I forgive you, my love" he said softly. "You don't have to say anything. I already know."
And he did.
And when he closed his eyes, the curse that bound them cracked. It cracked, but didn't shatter – but it still was more then she ever had thought to happen at all…
And she cried. Her tears saying what she couldn't – and would never be able to say…
Not that her silence ever mattered at all…
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So, what do you think?
This idea just followed after the twins and Ginny – and I finally decided to add it just to have my peace...
If you need the names of the reincarnations (I hope not, as I hope I made it clear enough):
Angelina Johnson was once King Arthur's half-sister Morgana, Rowena Ravenclaw and Mary McDonald (died in first war)
Ginevra (Ginny) Weasley was once King Arthur's Guinevere, Helga Hufflepuff and Marlene McKinnon (died in first war)
King Arthur and Lancelot are the first incarnations of the Weasley twins that fell under Ginny's curse– that was roughly 500 AD (before the founders because I said that).