The Wrong Slytherin

From the moment I was declared a Slytherin to the beginning of my seventh year I was nicknamed "the Wrong Slytherin". My parents were Ravenclaws and my brother was a Hufflepuff. They liked to say my brother and I inherited their brain; it turned him kind, while it turned me cynical. I saw the world for what it was, while my brother saw the world for what it could be. At home, I was a bit of a mystery, but at school, I found my place. Ron began the nickname of "the Wrong Slytherin", but some are less than pleased with the name. Will Draco's anger boil over? Or will Ron leave AnnaLena before this happens? In a world of loneliness only the lonely are left alive.