Okay, so you are probably looking for an explanation. Alright. Well, 10 years ago, as you probably know, Harry Potter was attacked by Voldemort. What a lot of people don't know is that, I, his sister was aswell. Harry and I were twins, as babies we looked almost identical. Our only differences were that Harry was 2 centimeters taller than me, I was a girl, he was a boy, and our scars. His was on the right side of his forehead, mine was on the left.

We both survived The Killing Curse, and after brief period of time crying, someone rescued us. He was rather large, not in a rude way, but he was not the size of an actual human. Then I remember he took Harry to a normal looking house, and me to a house which held the woman I now call mother. The large man wanted Harry and I to stay together, but Dumbledore (I'd learned his name from my new mum) said we'd meet at Hogwarts. The woman treated me like I should be treated, and we shared secrets with each other all the time, and I had always been the best student at school, so she usually rewarded me. She told me about the Mirror of Erised, and I remember asking her what she deeply wished for, and she said that in her years of Hogwarts, it was that James Potter would marry her. I laughed, knowing she was my fathers best friend, other than Lily. She asked me what I deeply wished for, and I said I wish to be with my brother.

I remember, one day, she took me to a strange house. She said it was called the Burrow. I was only one and a half, but I remember it perfectly. A woman with a kind looking face, who I soon learned was Mrs. Weasley, took good care of me while my mother was at work. She was one of the nicest people you could ever see. At first, I immediately took a fancy to Percy, who was 4 years older than me, and at the time, he wasn't as serious as you'd think. This is a bit embarrassing, but my first word was, well, his name. Well, my nickname for him, anyway. Perce. Ron, as you know, was the same age as me, and we were and still are best friends. As we all got older, Fred, George and Ron always teased me about fancying Percy, which I admit, I did, but I had a good reason. Whenever Mrs. Weasley was busy, and Fred and George would pick on me, Percy would always stand up for me, even when I told him It wasn't necessary. I really liked Percy, and I always dreamed about marrying him, he was my role model. Anyway, when he wasn't there, Ron was, and I felt like I had two older brothers that loved me more than anything, well Ron was 2 seconds older than me but, who's counting? Anyways, I had noticed, that George treated me a lot different than Fred, because even though he did make fun of me sometimes, he was hilarious, and always tried make me laugh. Once, not too long ago, he told me that Fred ignored me a bit more because he liked me. I rolled my eyes at him and continued talking to Ron. Anyway, that led up to know, where I'm on the train, with my brother.