I solemnly swear I am up to no good And have no courage... (HP fanfiction)

Diagon Alley

Every morning is always the same, the hurry bustle of my family rushing to start the day. The only difference to every day is the food. My mum always makes the best food and it’s never the same, but always great. Today had to be the worse day yet. My brother Ron and I received our acceptance letters to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding and my mum is beyond excited.  Our birthday was five months ago, the first of March, and Mum has been baking way more than she ever should. Fred and George are even worried about mum.

Dad is taking it fine he has been talking about his time at Hogwarts and how everything has change since then but still has the best education and young witch and wizard could ask for. Dad works from the Ministry and mum stays home with us feeding us till we explode. I think she is scared of getting old now that after Ron and I go to Hogwarts she will only have our younger sister Ginny. I feel for her all her babies are flying from her nest so quickly that she can’t catch us all. In total there are 10 of us in the family Ron and I have five older brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George and then Ginny our younger sister. Fred and George are twins like Ron and I, though Ron and I aren’t identical we Weasley all look alike.

Growing up I happen to get the most ironic nickname because my name was hard to pronounce. Sissy is what everyone calls me unless I’m in trouble them my Mum uses my full name; Sicilia Annabel Weasley. Ron couldn’t get my name right till we were in school and still he refused to call me Sicilia, Fred and George only made it worse by saying I was a sissy if I didn’t do whatever it was that they were doing. Mum hated that the boys always tried to get Ginny and I into trouble with pranks and ruining our clothes. Being the only girls and so close in age we get new clothes when we out grow our unlike Ron who get hand-me-downs. After years of ignoring the sissy jokes I liked the name and prefer it to my birth name.

After eating two plates of a mix of different breakfasts, I excused myself to run up to my room who I shared with Ginny. Reaching the top of a flight of stairs the usual bangs from Fred and George’s room only stressed me out more. I had read all the books the Fred and George had from their prior years at Hogwarts and I was still worried I would do well. I know what is expected from every student at Hogwarts and this scared what if I didn’t do well. No stop, I know that mum and Dad would be happy with whatever I do as long as I tried my best. My family has the best support system that any kids could need. My biggest supporter is Ron; we have always been close and his way of support to most would look like he’s nagging, but to me it’s a reality check. He keeps me in line, tells me when I’m over thinking thing or am working too hard. He makes sure I have eaten and have had enough sleep. For being ten minutes older he is the best big brother and out of five other brothers, and that’s a compliment.

Entering my room Ginny is still asleep in bed unknowingly avoiding the havoc mum has downstairs. Its only March and I have a little less than a month’s till mum and dad put Ron and I on the train with Percy, Fred, and George.  We’re going to Diagon Alley two weeks before the first of September. The excitement is eating me alive but also the guilt. This year I’m leaving Ginny all by herself with mum and dad, don’t get me wrong I love my parents it’s just that Dad is about everything muggle and mum doesn’t leave the house very often because she is used to have children with her, so leaving my sister alone to fend off my overly loving parents will be hard. The soft breaths of sleeping Ginny are relaxing, allowing me to reread Hogwarts: A History for the seventh time. Fred has now called me a book freak every book that has ever enter this house had been read by me at least five times. The minimum time I can read a book is four time, I read it through different perspectives and if there’s a fifth time then that read is for fun. I have had my dad bring books back from the Ministry in secret so I could read about the system they use their.