James: Hey Lily, I was waiting for you outside your Arithmancy class and when the last person had come out and it wasn’t you, I went straight to Slughorn’s dungeons ‘cause I figured you’d be there, I know how much you love helping him mix all those freaky potions whenever you get the chance, only you weren’t there either so I came to the Comm- hey, hey, what’s wrong?
Lily: Oh, n- nothing.
James: You wouldn’t miss a class - even a nonsensical one like Arithmancy - for ‘nothing’. What happened?
Lily: It’s - it’s stupid really. I should’ve known. I mean, it’s been like this for years now. I honestly don’t know why I thought it’d be any different this time.
James: Lily, I love you but please try using a noun here and there instead of pronouns, I’m really not following you.
Lily: I sent her - I mean, my sister, Petunia - a present. It was her birthday last week and I know we hadn’t spoken in a while, in a long while, but I - I guess I thought it wouldn’t hurt to - oh, stupid, stupid, so stupid.
James: You are not stupid, Lily. Stubborn and intimidating at times, kind and brave, yes, I agree. But never stupid. So stop saying that. Not many people would’ve had the courage to do what you did. I mean, just look at Sirius and Regulus. So I take it she didn’t like it? The present?
Lily: She - she - she returned it. Unopened. And that’s not all. The card. She - I - you take it, I can’t say it out loud.
James nods silently and takes the present out of Lily’s hands. The box looks carefully wrapped in one of those magical papers sprinkled with glitter that, if you look closely enough, you will notice glistens and actually moves. He takes the card and starts reading:
I know we haven’t exactly been the best of friends, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever be able to forget your birthday. After all, when we were little, you always used to make me repeat the date out loud months before just to make sure I’d have a present at the ready when the day actually came. So I hope you’ll accept this little something (yes, it does have something to do with that other something you used to have years ago, in case you’re wondering … okay, that’s a lot of somethings in one sentence) and that your day will indeed be wonderful.
Your loving sister,
James finishes reading the original card, a small smile on his face that says: “That’s my girl!” and notices there is something else written underneath in a completely different handwriting, the letters noticeably more even and somehow sterner. James gulps as he reads the only six words the text contains:
“I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER.”