i solemnly swear, that i am up to no good

Our dirty little secret

London, a place I used to call home, before our family decided to relocate ourselves to France. The streets I once roamed seem duller than I care to remember and our old house is far from 'Home'.

My family has a secret, one that eats at us every day, more specifically me.

I've always felt like the black sheep of the family, even more so when I was sorted into Ravenclaw two years ago. My brothers continued the family legacy of being sorted into Gryffindor, both chasers on their house team and both pompous twats if you ask me. I play quidditch as well but as a seeker, but my 'father' chooses to only watch my brothers games and support them wholeheartedly. My biggest support has always been my mum, no matter what has happened or what i've done she loves me unconditionally.

Our dirty little secret happens to be me. I'm the secret or more specifically the events that lead up to my conception. Notice how I said 'father', well genetically he is not blood related to me or even emotionally connected to me at all. However, I long for a father figure. For my 10th birthday, as I was blowing out the candles i made a wish as many people do but my wish wasn't for a pony, a dog or even new clothes. My wish was for my dad to love me.

I am not asking for sympathy, or anything of the sort but that's my heart's desire to know a real fathers love. Ginny Weasley is lucky, she has a doting dad who's wrapped around her finger, and a place that she can call home.

'You aren't wealthy until you have something money can't buy'

Regardless of that, I won't ever get the pleasure of knowing my real father. He's locked up in Azkaban. Mother had an affair with her school sweetheart while she and my 'father' were taking a break in their marriage, hence why my older brothers both have the same father and I don't. I heard my real dad was the odd one out in his family too, but i guess sometimes the odd ones go bad.

I've began preparing the same old boring answers to questions i'll be asked by those who don't know why i've been away, the only people my mother trusts with our secret is Molly and Arthur Weasley. I'm not quite sure if their children know why we left but we've all remained in touch the past year.

Ron and I were the best of friends throughout our childhood, we practically were brother and sister. An inseparable pair, but not as inseparable as Fred and George. I miss their antics and their constant teasing, Fred's more than George's but only because I had a ginormous crush on Fred growing up. I know he never felt the same, he treated me almost identical to Ginny but a girl can only hope.

Over the last year, my feelings for him have died down but i won't know how i feel until i'm face to face with him once more.  It's going to be pretty soon I'd assume, mum wants to see Molly more than anything. She is frantically attempting to sort our house out before inviting them round for dinner, her and Pastel are practically working over time.

Pastel is our families house elf, I know what you are probably thinking ' Typical a pure blood family with and elf that they probably treat with little to no respect'. But I consider Pastel a member of our family, she's practically my aunt. I would never allow any witch or wizard mistreat her, after all she does have feelings too.  As soon as the house is in order, the Weasleys will be coming over for dinner all before I return to Hogwarts.