Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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December 25th was always difficult for the Borealises. First, there was Orchids ailment, which she had become afflicted with on the family's Christmas holiday in the 1980s, then, there was the dual deaths of both Elmira and Orchid on Christmas day, 1990 and now, finally, Christmas, 1995, the Borealis family was set to spend the entirety of their Christmas celebrations in the hospital, visiting Cassiopeia... or rather everyone in the family except Y/n were visiting Cassiopeia, after her outburst, the healers were hesitant to allow Y/n into her sisters hospital room.
Y/n was seated in the hallway outside her sister's room, her head leant against the white wall, if she listened hard enough, she could hear her family's voices, chattering in a quiet, concerned manner. Her cousins, aunts, uncles and her grandparents were all there. The only people who weren't were her immediate family. The very people who should be there, weren't. Her father hadn't even visited yet.
It was strange, Y/n felt, being kept from her own sister's room, the walls were thin enough where she could hear everyone's muffled voices but too thick for her to know exactly what was going on.
"You're her real family; you should be in there." A familiar, Russian voice spoke quietly.
"Are we alternating now? Even days I hallucinate Shug, odd days I hallucinate you?"
"You're not hallucinating."
"What is it then? I'm seeing the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future to stop me from living a regretful afterlife?"
Zetta, (or rather the apparition of Zetta), scoffed and rolled her eyes, before giving Y/n a pitiful look.
"It must be so... difficult, being stuck outside while everyone else is in, like you're an outsider in our own family."
"You're out here too, Zetta." Y/n spoke annoyedly.
"Yeah, but I'm dead. You're the crazy girl talking to herself."
"I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to you."
"That's not what everyone else will see, especially not after what you did to those aurors."
"Bitch." Y/n muttered.
"At least I'm not seeing things." Zetta spoke dryly "Say, shouldn't your father be here?"
"Yes, he should." Y/n spoke through rather gritted teeth.
"Then why isn't he?"
"I don't know."
"I think I do~" Zetta cooed, leaning towards her "Work comes first. Always. No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you will always come second to your father's job. You, and your sister both."
"Shut up."
"Even Maddy, as weird and emo as she is, is in that room... but your fathers not... Schade."
