Andi Weasley

Betrayal

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Anything you recognise from the Harry Potter books are J. K. Rowling's. Anything you don't recognise is mine. To the story...

(texting is in bold.)

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I swiped out my phone and started to text Kyra Kerlear, my best friend. And only friend.

TheGreyWolf: Hey, dude, are you still packing?

NarwhalOfBlack: Have you started packing?

TheGreyWolf: Well, okay, ttyl. Don't forget to pack your phone!

NarwhalOfBlack: Of course not! I really like the spell you put on them. Compartment 17 on the train, same as usual. Ttyl!

I put my phone on my dresser and started packing. 8 pairs of robes, 2 dress robes, and PJ's. All of my books for the year, muggle clothes, my favorite chain bracelet with nothing on it, and makeup. I put Romeo and Juliet in there, the Twilight saga, and my phone I'm my jean short pocket.

"Andi, time to go!" my mom called.

I closed my trunk and checked my clothes. I was wearing a dark-grey tank-top, black 5-inch wedges, dark-grey shorty-short jean shorts, like the kind that- I think you get the point, and a black denim vest. Gothy? Nah, I just like grey and black. Why do you think I'm TheGreyWolf?

"Andromeda Weasley, get down here this instant!"

"Coming, Mother!" I yelled back. One of my bigger brothers, Declan, came in and piced up my trunk.

"What do you have in this thing?" he grunted.

"Books. Do you know what they are? Wait, what was I thinking? You're of the Declan breed. Of course someone in Clan Moron wouldn't know what a book was." I retorted. Declan is all muscle. Too bad, because I'm even more. But since I'm such a good sister, I let him carry my trunk. I ran away before he could process what I just said.

"Hey, Mother! Declan's bringing my trunk, and Xavier is taking down Mittens!" I said, and seconds later, Declan and Xavier came down with my mitten-paw cat with eight toes on each foot, Mittens, and my trunk. I silently lifted the spell off of my trunk so that Declan wouldn't drop it, and took Mittens from Xavier. Mittens climbed onto my shoulder like a parrot. "I'm gonna miss you, brother." I whispered in his ear. "I will too." He whispered back. He was my biggest brother, 24 years old, and my favorite out of all of my seven brothers. Here's a list:

Xavier - 24

Jason - 23

Henry - 22

Declan - 21

Bennett- 20

Erin - 19

Chris - 18

Me - 16 (almost seventeen)

Mother is 40, and Father is 42.

Chris came running down the stairs, stupid glasses and all, and reached for Mittens. Key word; reached. I tripped him before he could touch her. "I'll miss you too, sis." He grunted from the floor.

I snorted. "You might, but I won't." Chris and I have a special relationship; most people call it sibling rivalry, but I call it a love-hate relationship minus most of the love. Henry, Jason, Erin, and Bennett came crashing down, like the big hunks of idiocy they are. Okay, Erin and Bennett are fine, but Henry and Jason are total assholes. Please ignore my foul mouth. I have absolutely no idea how Father thinks I'm a perfect little princess... The truth? I'm a baddass package of grey disappointment. Father came walking  down the stairs, at a slower pace than my brothers, but brisk.