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Chapter 1: Little Green Monster
I hate the color green. I hate it. It’s cold and unforgiving and nothing in this world – nothing – is good if it is green. You can argue all you like about it, but you’re going to be wrong. You look at the Killing Curse and tell me good things are green. You look at the arrogance I see in Harry Potter’s eyes, and tell me that.
It’s not a coincidence green represents jealousy, I suppose. But I’m not jealous – I’m about as far from jealous as you can get. No, it’s more the fact that he always beats me. Always. The only thing he couldn’t take from me was Hermione, and I’m not at all sure he didn’t try somewhere along the line. We’re supposed to be best mates, but if that had stopped him, I’d have been surprised. And then, of course, he just nabs my sister – my bloody sister – instead. As though that’s supposed to be a pardon. Take her, Ron. I’ll let you have her.
I do love Harry as a brother, so don’t get me wrong there. He’s like an actual brother to me – and maybe that’s part of the problem. Being the youngest, you don’t get a lot of new things, if you get anything new at all. Your clothes, your wand, your pets, they’ve all been passed down by someone else. If you do something great, it doesn’t matter, because someone’s done it before you. If you do something awful, you haven’t lived up to the ridiculously high expectations. He should know all this, though. It’s the first secret I ever told him.
And being friends with Harry, it’s no different. If you’re thinking of trying it, you’d better know it’s something I don’t recommend. And if you try it anyway, just be prepared to get shunted to the side. Pushed out of the way. Overlooked. Ignored. Believe me, I know.
I know it’s not fair of me, and Hermione has to remind me of it all the time. I’ve got a lot of redeeming qualities, she says, and sometimes she’ll list them for me, but they all just sound like things Harry’s got, too. I want to be different. I want to be special. I don’t want to live in the shadow of the Boy Who Lived any longer.
It’s not bad now that I’m out of school, although to say it’s gone completely would be stretching the truth. I had to quit my job at the Ministry because I was sick of getting compared to that time in my life when I was a sidekick, the guy lugged around for comic relief. I guess I proved them right by going to work at a joke shop, my own brother’s joke shop, but honestly, I don’t even care. It’s better to be a Weasley than a sidekick.
Is it weird to hate green just because it’s his color? It’s pretty natural, if you ask me. But then, not a lot of people do.