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Note: Please review if you intend to read at least one chapter, no silent readers please. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, if you don't like OC's, then please do not bother reading this. I can't guarantee that my grammar is going to be perfect, so if you're easily annoyed by some errors, then please bare with me. Also, I would very much like it if my story wasn't ripped off without my permission. (If you'd like to make anything related to my fanfiction, you must ask ) Otherwise, enjoy the fanfiction! (:

Important: I know some of the things in the story is extremely unbelievable, but remember that this is a comedy so yeah. I will have a new important announcement for every chapter so read it before reading the story just so you don't get confused. This is purely for entertainment so just sit back and relax (or read haha).

Chapter One

The Ugly Duckling that never became a Swan.

My family tree goes wayyyyy back, and everyone on there is all pureblooded wizards or witches. We are a very wealthy family, with riches and all sorts of dazzling gifts that we exchange during different various holidays. We're one of those respectful pureblooded magical family's that aren't prejudice against muggles or muggle borns, but then neither are we very well acquainted with them.

We are the Conrad's; the men of our family are handsome and high statuses. The female of the Conrad's are beautiful and talented, well...except for me.

Yes, I know, coming from such a high class family such as the Conrad's, you'd think I would be more confident. The thing is...there really isn't anything to be confident about. Confidence shows that you love yourself, and that you can accept the way you are even if you have a little mole here or there. Then again, it's not just my mole, or should I say MOLES. Plural, not single.

My name's Rebecca Olivia Conrad, or as my family members like to call me simply by my nickname, Becky.

I like Becky better, Rebecca just sounds too old fashioned, so it doesn't bother me at all that they don't call me by my birth name. There isn't much to say about myself, oh except the fact that I am probably the ugliest girls in the face of the universe. Okay that was a lie, ugly doesn't even begin to describe me; hideous is actually the correct term.

Let me just go over the list of things that make me sooooo un-flawless.

Unlike most girls, I started growing pimples before I was even near puberty. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I started growing pimples when I was 6 years old! They're not as extreme but they never ever go away, it's like permanent planets stuck on my face.

My hair is like a rat's nest; it's super long but not super silky or flowy like those girls in the Garnier Fructis commercials. It's more like a pound of uneven burnt hay that lost its golden color after being left out in the sun too long.

Oh yeah, and did I mention that pulling out all my spaced out baby teeth didn't give me perfect straight adult teeth? Instead, I ended up having crazy crooked, slanted, bucked teeth that would put a circus freak to shame. My family considered that having veneers could solve this little problem, but then the doctors said that the structure of my gums made that completely impossible. So instead, I went all naturelle with metal in my teeth. Sadly though, the down side to having braces is that it made my jaws buck out even more. Also, the dentist reckoned that it would be 20 years before my teeth were completely fixed and straightened, but don't forget the extra 10 years that's included when I get retainers afterwards.

Puberty didn't help at all, my chest remained flat, and my already bushy eyebrows decided to make my appearance even worse by deciding to become "one". Yeah, now I was sporting a gorilla jaw with bucked teeth, ratty colorless hair, pimply skin, scrawny arms and legs, and a bloody unibrow. I did try all the things to get rid of it, laser, waxing and plucking. They always grew back, and I will never try lasering ever again, because it accidentally went into my eyes causing me to have very (emphasis on the word VERY) bad eyesight. Then I had to get glasses that had lenses thicker than any coke bottle glass.

Most people who meet me think that I was probably adopted or something considering the fact that my mother is probably France's most beautiful Witch, and that my father has got to be Britain's finest wizard. My sisters, Liv, Hillary, and Danielle are also very elegant graceful swans. Liv is a supermodel, Hillary is an Auror, and Danielle is a Singer. I don't know what I will become of; I'm talent less even though I have brains.

Despite all the downs in my life, I actually am able to not complain as much as I should. I mean, you would think my family would treat me like shit considering the major difference in appearances, but they don't. My mom is always constantly praising me and telling me stories like the Ugly Duckling because she thinks I need some reassurance in my future appearance. She's always telling me that I'm like a red rose in a field of snow, but I would think that I'm more like a weed in a garden of roses.

Mother would tell me that I was an angel that was so precious, but I would rather be told the truth that I was a lot more like a goblin. I do believe that it's great that mom doesn't want me to feel so bad about myself, but really, it's not even that bad. I mean, my family members don't make me an outcast. I have my very supportive sisters and my beautiful mother and awesome father, it makes everything bearable. That is, until I found out I wasn't going to be home schooled as I was originally suppose to have, instead I was going to go to Hogwarts. I tried talking mother out of it, because I really didn't want to go to a school where they could all gawk at me. I wanted to stay hidden forever from anyone that wasn't my family. I wouldn't even mind if I never got married! I could get cats, maybe 20.

It was during our afternoon tea when I begged my mother to allow me to stay and be home schooled.

"Mom, you love me don't you?"

My mother smiled at me, which made me so very jealous that she could smile with dimples and all I could manage to do was show off my pimples. "Of course Becky, I love you so much! You're my precious youngest daughter! How could you question my love for you after eleven years?"

I bit my lower lip and sighed, "Because, I thought you would have known that I don't want to go to Hogwarts since I would probably get laughed at or gawked at or put in a cage perhaps. I mean, even though you and dad and the sisters don't think I'm ugly, I really see it myself. I think that my opinion should count as something. It's pretty unfair that you guys all got home schooled and I was the only one who ended up being...not home schooled."

Sipping her tea, my mother placed the cup down gracefully without as much as spilling a drop of the precious jasmine tea. "My dear Becky, I want you to be free, I don't you want having to miss the opportunities of school. Not to mention a great school like Hogwarts, I mean you could really achieve greater things there then being home schooled! It's really an opportunity to grab for! I am certain that no body will look down on you. You're a wonderful girl and regardless of your physical appearance, looks can change as you grow older."

I zoned out as soon as my mother started her speech about inner beauty, I had grown up listening to it and quite frankly, I don't think that it has ever helped me. I mean I tried inner beauty, and I've always encountered various forms of mistakes. Such as the time when I tried being friendly to the zoo keeper but he just had to insist that MONKEYS should not be wearing human clothes. Or the time when I had won a Halloween costume contest, except the thing is that I wasn't wearing a costume or a mask.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the entrance to platform nine and three quarters. I was accompanied by my sisters and my mother who were all sniffing and dabbing their eyes with petite handkerchiefs. Liv was the first to speak, "Becky...I'm so envious of you! I wish I could have gotten this opportunity!" The other two joined in unison while Rebecca stood there stiff as a stone, she would have traded in anything to not be where she was. She wanted to get on her knees and beg her mother to not let her go, but instead she gave them all a forced smile, making sure her lips pressed back against her protruding teeth.

"I think it's time for you to get on the train. Do have fun dear!" Her mother said through sniffles. Her father smiled proudly at his daughter, "if any boys break my precious Becky's heart, I will break their legs!"

Rebecca rolled her eyes, "yeah I'm sure I'll be a heartbreaker. Not." With that, she ran through the gates with her luggages. Much to her surprise, she realized she hadn't crashed into the wall and looked like a complete idiot. As she loaded her belongings, she walked down the packed train, after finding a compartment that was already occupied by first years like her self; she sat down across from them. When the two first years noticed her finally, they both backed to the door of the compartment, their faces twisted in terror.

They both ran out screaming leaving Rebecca alone. She rolled her eyes, "so much for manners." She soon realized that the screaming was always the 2nd response to setting eyes on her self, and eventually she decided to hide under her hood. At least now it just seemed like she was just asleep, not direct contact to the view of her face.

"Excuse me, is this compartment taken?" She glanced up and saw a girl that had bushy brown hair. Rebecca thought at first that maybe she should ignore the girl, what if the girl caught glance of her horrible teeth.

"Are you there?"

Rebecca made sure her face wasn't to be seen, "um, yeah you can sit here."

The girl plopped down right across from her, "nice to meet you, my name's Hermione Granger!"

Rebecca nodded slowly, "yeah, call me Becky, my real names Rebecca Olivia Conrad though."

Hermione gasped, "The Conrad's? Are you related to Liv Conrad, Danielle Conrad, and Hillary Conrad?"

Rebecca suddenly realized that it was a mistake to include her last name. Of course people would know of the Conrad's, well at least a few of them. Liv was quite popular with her works that promoted anti Black Magic photo shoots, and Danielle was a great singer that wrote only the deepest lyrics to her songs. Hillary was the only one who didn't go for the entertainment future, she had decided to become an Auror, not to mention an excellent one, her looks really did give her a boost with the popularity among younger teenagers.

She thought about lying, but that wouldn't be a good start, perhaps she could trust Hermione...

"Yeah, I am, just don't tell anyone yet."

Hermione nodded, "wow, I never thought I'd meet another Conrad, your family is quite popular amongst us all. There was a rumor saying that their youngest daughter was going to attend Hogwarts instead of being home schooled like the rest, blimey, everyone's pretty anxious to meet you, especially the boys!"

Rebecca sunk deeper into her seat, "well...actually, I think you all will be a little less than...thrilled when you see me."

Lifting her hood off her head, Hermione could now see why Rebecca had it on earlier. Looking down on the ground, Rebecca waited for Hermione's scream of terror, but it never came. Perhaps she had ran out this time, too terrified to scream?

Hermione smiled, "I am amazed. You are definitely the unique one in the family. You're unbelievably friendly too!"

Rebecca gave her a confused look, "aren't you going to run away from me? Scream?"

Letting out a laugh, Hermione shook her head, "not at all, you see I am also often receiving a few prude remarks about my features. I'm not exactly what you called a Swan, but I'm no ugly duckling."

Rebecca sighed, the mention about the ugly duckling just sent shivers up her spine, because it reminded her that no matter what, she would always be a ugly duckling, now and forever, or that was what she had thought of 5 years ago when she had first set foot in the train to Hogwarts.

The sorting process was a lot more brutal that it should have been. As a matter a fact, I remembered how I could hear most of the Slytherin house praying that I wasn't going to be in Slytherin, much to their relief since I was sorted into Gryffindor. As I sat next to Hermione, I could recall hearing a few sobbing noises coming from the far end of the table.

The years went and I later befriended Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, they were both rather accepting despite my monster-ish appearance. Occasionally sometimes Ron would get surprised when Rebecca had scared him.

She was also often taunted by the Slytherin gang, most notably Pansy Parkinson and her gang of female. Not to mention Draco Malfoy and his posses, since everyone called her Becky, Pansy, Draco, and the other Slytherin thought it would be funny to call her Bucky the Beaver.

Yeah, every year was the same, that is, until in my 6th year in Hogwarts, one day before it was my birthday.