I've been here two weeks now. It isn't home. Mummy Blood Traitor is closer to getting struck by lightning twice than me calling her Mum. I miss my home in Paris. We lived in a beautiful mansion.

Outside was simple. It was white and looked a bit like a small, white castle. Inside was simply marvellous. Most of the floors had majestic red carpet fitted to perfection. The floors that had been left without carpet were made of a beautifully polished marble. Our stairs were mahogany with a solid gold banister. Oh and my bedroom, it was beautiful. It was all blue and plush. I loved it. I had a king-sized bed and a spare single bed for guests, both had real diamonds encrusted in the frame.

I miss my home.

The Burrow is horrible. Everything is squashed together and there aren't any maids. It's tidy enough but we all have to help! Even me! I have to help the Blood Traitors. Ugh. I'm so fed up of this. I cannot believe Mum and Dad got us to stay here. I have to sleep on a camp bed in the Blood Traitor, Ron's, room. It's hideous. There are Chudley Canons posters everywhere. Harry's sleeping in here too. I think Mum and Dad would go mental if they knew I was sharing a room with boys. Lilly sleeps in the same room as that awful blood traitor girl.

I think Mummy Blood Traitor tried to put us in rooms with people our own age. I'm going to be starting second year with Harry and Ron while Lilly is starting her first year with Ginny.