Secrets and Misery

ONE

CHAPTER 1

Many people have asked me what it's like to live with the Weasleys. If I feel like a burden to an already big enough family or, if it is a torture due to their lack of money. I would say neither; being a fake Weasley is great, and I would go up to say that it is one of the best things that happened to me. I love it. But, why do I live with the Weasleys? The answer is long and it starts in June of 1981.

In a perfect story, two people would fall in love, maybe get married and willingly have children, keyword willingly, but this is not one of those stories. My parents did not fall in love, nor got together at any point and of course didn't plan on having kids, so therefore my father didn't like me, but we will get to the topic of 'father' later.

On the night of the 27th of June of 1981, my mom and her family were killed by Travers, a Death Eater. I had lived with my mom for three years before the incident. My mom knew she was being followed by the Death Eaters and was soon to be dead so she made sure to keep me a secret from the world. That was easy, as my name was not registered and the Ministry didn't know about me. My mom had never registered me because she didn't know under what name to put me in. If she had put me in after my father's last name, against his will, it wouldn't have been fair for him and if she had done it after hers she would have felt like she hadn't done it right and she was depriving me of my actual last name. Anyhow, she decided not to. Which was, in the end, a good choice. Of course, my godmother did after You-Know-Who disappeared, and she did so as Elle McKinnon.

To be 100% sure that I wouldn't be killed I couldn't stay at my mom's house because that would have been suspicious. Instead, as soon as she heard she was a goner she sent me to my godmother's house, this was a week before she was killed.

By law, I should have been given to my father, not so good for me as I had never seen him in person nor talked to him, but luckily he was sent to Azkaban 3 months later. Then I was legally allowed to live with my godmother; Molly Weasley.

Since then I have lived with the Weasleys and I couldn't have asked for a better childhood, well actually I could but given the circumstances, I couldn't.

Growing up with all the Weasley children was fantastic. I was born the same day as Fred and George, 1st of April 1978 just as my mom and Molly had dreamed.

My relationships with the Weasley kids were good, except for one. Fred and I never really bonded with each other. From what Molly has told me, when we were young, we were close, really close. But after I permanently moved in with them he started distancing himself until we just ended up hating each other. I don't believe we ever got along, but I also trust Molly.

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It was 1993 September 1st, I was on the train to Hogwarts. Excited, really, somewhat scared but aren't we all at some point?

Looked around a few seconds before I saw her, my best friend: Angelina Johnson. We had been friends since the first year. She also gets along with the twins, so we can all hang out together. We talk about our summers and catch up with each other. Not soon after the twins enter our compartment accompanied by Lee.

Angie blushes a little when George's eyes go past her. She has always had a thing for him but she's too proud to admit it. Soon enough Alicia came in too and we all chatted until we had to change into our robes.

All three boys went outside to change meaning it was only me Angie and Alicia.

"So... -I started talking, looking directly at Angie." I saw you blushing earlier, are you finally admitting your feelings towards George?

"I will, the day you and Fred stop hating each other." Angie said with a subtle laugh.

"You both are so blind." Alicia spoke under her breath.

We laugh. We all did.