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Chapter One

"Are you going to eat that chocolate frog Lils?"

I snapped out of my daydream state and turned to see my cousin Hugo sprawled out on the seat opposite me.

I glanced at the piles of sweet wrappers surrounding Hugo and glared at him, throwing him the chocolate frog.

"Take it" I replied flatly before turning back to the window.

I watched as the countryside flew by.

One of my favourite things in the world was just escaping and and looking out of the window as the Hogwarts Express zoomed through the country.

I turned to find two of my other cousins sat in mine and Hugos compartment.

My cousin Rose was sat next to Hugo polishing her fancy new Head Girl badge, her legs crossed and her fiery red Weasley hair pulled back from serious face in a tight bun at the back of her head.

Even though she looked so much like my Uncle Ron, she was so much like my Aunt Hermione it scared me.

Across from Rose was one of my other cousins, Dominique Weasley.

It was harder to tell she was a Weasley.

She was part Veela so she had long straight golden blonde hair that fell to the bottom of her back, beautiful hazel eyes and a curvy figure that every teenage girl envied.

"Hugo, get out" I heard Rose snap as she checked her watch.

Hugo, with a mouth full of food, just started at her and blinked a couple of times, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We're nearly there and we need to get changed...so go" she snapped at him again.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Leave him alone Rose, I'm going to get changed in the toilets" I stated bluntly before grabbing my bag from next to me and walking out of the compartment.

I walked through the train, passing the other compartments on my way to the bathroom.

After I quickly got change into my uniform I glanced in the mirror, feeling a pang of disappointment.

I was never going be as beautiful as Dominique or as smart as Rose.

Or as brave as my brothers.

That's probably why I was sorted into Slytherin, i'm the only member of my family besides Rose to be sorted into a different house.

I was the disappointment of the family, I wasn't pretty, smart, brave, charming....anything.

Even thought I turned 15 before I came back to Hogwarts I still looked like a 12 year old.

I applied my make up in the mirror, desperately trying to make myself look more grown up.

Thick lashes to bring out my green eyes, I have my fathers eyes, I get told quite often, I'm always compared to him...or my mother...or my brothers...or my cousins.

I'm always compared to somebody.

And I don't like it.

I looked at myself in the mirror properly one last time, my long wavy red hair over my left shoulder, my face sprayed with freckles which made me look like a child.

I'm not tall and curvy like Dominique.

I'm short, with no real figure.

So lets just say I'm definitely not getting recognised for my looks.

I'm recognised for being Harry Potters little delicate princess.

Nobody thinks I can do anything or take care of myself, but honestly, They're right.