My beautiful and perfect sister.
There she is, Lily, auburn hair and emerald green eyes lighting up the room, your beautiful smile.
Then there's me, dull blond hair and ordinary brown eyes, I'm insecure about my smile and I rarely laugh.
Everywhere we go people turn around and do nothing but keep their eyes on you, on the other hand no one looks at me or speaks to me I'm just the shadow of a star that does nothing but shine, but that's okay at least I try to convince myself, you are my younger sister and I will always love you.
So I thought.
I don't remember when, but when you were little you already started to show something abnormal in your behavior: you managed to make flowers bloom in the palm of your hand, your hair grew out of measure and I swear i saw you floating a few feet from our lawn.
You were strange, I knew it, but I pretended to turn a blind eye and didn't see anything.
That little boy came, Severus if I'm not mistaken, there was something strange about him in his glassy black eyes, which only lit up when you spoke to him.
I remember him saying something like "I'm like you, see we have the same skills, we are wizards!" So you spent entire afternoons talking about a magical world made up of witches and wizards, about a magical school not visible to "muggles", you hung on his lips and listened to everything he said but I didn't understand and never will.
You had just turned eleven, a few days later a lady came, I think her name was Minerva or something like that, she explained to our parents that you were a witch and you had to go to magic school.
From that day on, our parents only had eyes for you, the perfect Lily, the first witch in the family who would go to a school for wizards. why not me? Because no letter had reached me, because I wasn't like you, why, why: I tortured myself like this every day of that summer, I felt useless, invisible and so alone.
The Evans sisters were gone, there was only Lily Evans who left on September 1st and made her way to Hogwarts.
You sent a few letters, which of course arrived around midnight via a white owl, you said you were doing well and school was great, you said the subjects were difficult but you were doing your best and you were sorted into Gryffindor. You said you missed me, but I didn't believe it, why would you ever miss a sister like me, a jealous sister who is never happy, who just wanted you to never come back to not deal with her inferiority complex.
"I hate you" two simple words that separated us forever, I don't know why I said them, maybe in a moment of anger they slipped out of my mouth and ended up straight into your heart.
"I don't know," I replied.
Only years later did I regret those words, my sister, my little sister, mi only sister was dead and the only trace of herself was that child, Harry, who has the same green eyes as Lily.