Second Best

Chapter One

We are divine

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Bronwyn had always been the second choice. It wasn't usually a bother to her. But now, after her fourth year, she was feeling like she was drifting. As if she was floating and watching everyone else continue life, while she stood and watched it pass by.

She didn't know why she felt so... off. And it wasn't like she could talk to anyone. Her mother wouldn't understand, and she hadn't talked to Bill or Charlie since the summer of her second year, Percy was on the outside with their mom and dad, Fred and George were... well, they were the twins, and Ginny.

Ginny and Bronwyn hadn't exactly been the best of sisters, even as kids. But now, it's worse. Ginny had always crushed on Bronwyn's best friend, Harry Potter, but now she wanted to actually date him. Bronwyn didn't want her best friend taken away, so the two sisters were at odds with each other.

And now, the Weasley's were living in Grimuald Place, which made Bronwyn feel worse. She couldn't sleep and felt like she had no actual space. At least at the Burrow, she had her own room.

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Wandering the townhouse manor, her bare feet padded silently against the dusty black floors of the halls.

The house was dim, quiet, most of the people who were there full time were asleep. Bronwyn could hear the house elf, Kreature, in the house quietly grumbling to himself somewhere.

Finally, she made it to her most recent discovery, a room she had claimed basically for herself. It was on the 4th floor, right next to Sirius' room, but she was silent as she entered the room.

She found a sort of peace in the room with the initials R.A.B on the door's silver plaque.

It was dark, but well kept. The only one who knew she had taken residence in the room was Kreature, who she had formed a sort of... bond with, basically. Apparently, the elf remembered her grandmother, Cedrella, who she was named after.

As she shut the door, the tension left her body and she stepped over to one of the bookshelves. Her fingers gently glided over the book spines. Each book about harnessing magic, honoring mother magic, and the traditional ways. Something her family didn't do anymore.

While Bronwyn may not be a high achiever like Percy, Bill or Charlie, and she wasn't a good businessman like Fred or George, and she wasn't as athletic as Ginny or as smart as Hermione, and she didn't have the title of Chosen One over her head like Harry, there was one thing Bronwyn was good at.

And that was Magic. Bronwyn had secretly found out she was a literal magical powerhouse. That was why her hair was much longer than her siblings or parents. It showed her power, and it just kept growing.

Since finding this room and reading the books, she had begun changing. Her anger and frustration at being not perfect enough, not good enough, at being second choice, changed. She had changed that anger to acceptance. Acceptance that she couldn't please everyone.

She was tired of being second. Of being looked over. Of being the one everyone only remembered after someone said her name.

Bronwyn mattered too. And she knew her own self worth now.

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Hermione had arrived a few days ago. Bronwyn heard it when she came in, considering the fact that Lady Black's portrait woke and began screaming about 'mudbloods' and 'bloodtraitors'. She ignored it, hiding away in the room she had claimed as hers.

Kreature had found her in that room, being ordered to tell her that dinner was done.

Bronwyn had looked up from the book she read, her knees against her chest as her eyes traced word after word.

"Oh, okay... I'll be down in a moment." The red haired witch told Kreature, smiling softly, "thanks."

Kreature nodded quietly, looking a tthe girl a moment longer. She reminded him dearly of his best master Regulus. But he popped away before she could ask if he needed anything else.

Bronwyn bookmarked the page she was on and slid from the bed, her sneakers tapping the floor as she left the room quietly, leaving the book on the bed.

Her clothes she had actually made herself. She had begun making her own clothes and readjusting her hand-me-downs.

The jeans were Percy's originally, she hemmed them and made them fit her waist and little better. They were still baggy, though. Her sweater was hand knitted in duller rainbow colors, she didnt like super bright colors. It had slight flared wrists on the sleeve and was slightly cropped, with a red star on the front. Her sneakers were the pair Hermione had gotten her last Christmas, she hand been embroidering them constantly when she got the inspiration. All her jewelry she had made or gotten from her mom. (Media picture).

As Bronwyn got to the bottom of the stairs, she could hear the chatter in the dining room and knew that the entire Order was still here.

As she walked through the doorway, the conversation stopped. She had totally forgotten that she had barely left that room, even going as far to ask Kreature to bring her meals because she didn't feel like interacting with people.

She apparently had not only missed Hermione arriving 5 days ago, but also, she saw Harry was here as well.

"Oh, hi Harry."

From the look of annoyance and anger on her best friends face, and the one of awkward nervousness on Hermione's, she had a feeling this was not going to end well...