Meet Me At Our Spot

Prologue

I always thought I was a reject. Rejected by my aunt and uncle, rejected by Hogwarts, rejected by everyone who blamed me for what happened that night to my parents, but this school changed it all. He changed it all.

Everyone knows Harry and I's parents were killed by he who shall not be named, as well as his attempt to kill Harry, but the part often forgotten about is my attendance. Mum tried to put both Harry and I under the floorboard, but only I made it before the attempt on my twin brothers life. That night was the last time I would ever see my parents, or any of my family.

Both Harry and I got dropped at my aunt and uncles doorstep, but not five minutes later, I was re-dropped at a fire station. Alone, and rejected. They took Harry, but not me. I understand two babies unexpectedly left under your care isn't ideal, but choosing one over the other? We were siblings for Merlin's sake. Within a few more minutes, I was taken from the station before I was even seen, and left with yet another family, the most hospitable in the wizard world. Although, they didn't have the funds to be as hospitable as they were.

I grew up, no longer with any Potter, but with the Weasleys. Molly Weasley was like a mother to me, and her children were my immediate family. Watching Fred and George wasn't the easiest, knowing my other half was somewhere out there away from me, but I still loved them to death. They were there for me the day every Weasley of age got an invitation to Hogwarts except for me. Rejected.

"Kids! Down here quickly!" Molly called from downstairs, and suddenly bunches of footsteps came creaking down the staircase.

"Are the letters here Mum?" Ron asked nervously.

"Why don't you form a straight line and find out?" Molly smiled, and we all quickly scrambled into a crooked line. First Percy received his, then Fred and George got theirs, and then Ron. I already knew it was either me or Ron when I walked up to Molly with empty hands. I had counted the letters the second I saw her holding them, and there were only four.

"Oh dear Daphne, I'm so sorry." Molly said full of sympathy for me.

"Sorry for what?" Fred said looking over his shoulder at me. "Where's your letter Daph?"

"I didn't get one." I responded, trying to hide the familiar feeling of rejection in my stomach.

"Come here Daffodil." George sighed, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm fine, really." I faked as I pulled away from the long embrace from my makeshift sibling. "I get a break from you boys with Ginny." The laugh I gave out was almost as pathetic as it was sad. I didn't want a break from my boys, but I suppose I was getting one.

The next few days everyone was kissing up to me, and it was nice at first, but now Rons chocolate frogs were just annoying and quite fattening. When the time came to go to the train station, the air was sad for so many different reasons, but then the biggest man I'd ever seen took away all of our grief.

"Fred, George!" The large man called out as he patted them both on the back. The impact was small, but they both tripped over their feet slightly.

"Hi Hagrid." They said in unison.

"Hello boys! Ah, and the famous Daphne Potter. Are you excited for your first year?" He asked me, sensitive subject.

"I actually, um, didn't get invited." I informed him.

"Nonsense, I helped Dumbledore send out the letters me-self." He spoke with confidence.

"But I never got a letter?" There was no hiding the confusion in my voice.