𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚-1994

A/n: yes I'm updating cuz I'm up at 6 am for no damn reason. Thank you guys tho for all of the reads for both of my stories, ily guys sm (platonically ofc)
Anyways on with the story;

Dear Rose,
I went to the Weasleys today and we go to the cup day after tomorrow. Well I'm in Ginny's room while I write this and I have something to ask.
Was Charlie Weasley your friend or something?
It's just that when I arrived the Weasleys greeted me. Both charlie and Bill took a double take and nearly called me Rose. They knew my name (I think that's thanks to you) well anyways both of them were nice but it was kinda like they thought I was someone else.
They thought I was you and accidentally nearly called me Rose like three hundred times. Even Ginny gave them weird looks. It was slightly irritating but nothing that I'm not used to.
I visited you before I left for the burrow you know? It was the same. Though I still think your alive sometimes...
Sometimes I accidentally call out your name only to be reminded that your not with us anymore.

Your not here.

And oh how I wish that wasn't true. You were there with me for so long. You are the reason I'm ... well ... me.

In our defense exam we had boggarts you see. Mine was seeing the note you wrote. Then it changed to your body covered in dirt and blood- how we found it...The doctors were too late. You were already gone... I couldn't bear it, I jumped out of the box tears streaming down my face and then, when harry saw me he just hugged me and calmed me down. Then he asked me what my boggart was and I told him it was McGonagall telling me I had failed all of my exams. He laughed a bit spite himself. He is such a good brother...

I miss you terribly. I do. It just-
I still struggle with it,with your loss. It's probably weird as it's been what nearly four years since I last saw you.
Four years.
Four years and I still remember your laugh and how contagious it was. How your smile lit up your whole face. How we used to bake together and end up with at least a kilogram of flour in our hair. I miss the late night talks and I miss reading by the fire eating cookies. I miss the stories you use to tell me to go to sleep when I had nightmares. I miss everything we did together and most of all, I miss you.
Someone's at the door...
I better get it
I miss you Rose
And I love you to the moon and back
With all my love,
Your sister, now and always
Mione