My family is one of the last completely pure-blood families.

I am the youngest daughter, the only daughter, but I have never fitted in. For example, my mother refuses to let me talk to muggles, yet they fascinate me with their funny ways to make magic. My father used to like muggles but my mother was so strict that eventually he swayed his decision about them.

My brothers all thought I was a wimp for liking muggles, and presumed that I was adopted – but my features all matched theirs; red hair, blue eyes. Even my father used to think that they must have been given the wrong baby at the hospital, but there was no doubting it. I was definitely a Weasley. Fred and George used to tease me that I would never get my letter from Dumbledore and go to Hogwarts because I was a muggle myself, but I never swayed from my vision of being at Hogwarts. When my 11th birthday came and went even I was beginning to doubt that I was a witch, but eventually it came. Mother took me off to Diagon alley to buy my supplies and soon I was packed off to Hogwarts with my brothers all astonished at my smugness in receiving my letter.

I remember my first day at Hogwarts......

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I was nervous, my heart pounding in my chest. I thought my head would explode. I pulled on my robes and sat shaking in my empty compartment. My wand shivered in my hand and threatened to fire spells at the wall. I didn't think I could slow my hammering heart in time for the train to arrive. My hands were starting to get sweaty, even my mouth was dry. If I couldn't even make it out of the train, how would I ever make it to the school?

It was my first day at Hogwarts and I was anticipating what my parents would say if I was put in the wrong house. My siblings are all in Slytherin – the house I am destined to be in.

The Hogwarts Express slowly drew into Hogsmeade station. I stood up trying to convince my jelly legs to walk towards the door. I gripped onto the handle trying to steady myself and tried to rid myself of a sudden bout of dizziness.

Finally I made it out of the train. My brother, Percy (he's head boy), was standing by the exit rounding up all of the first years. Hagrid, that stupid half giant, was standing next to Percy trying to direct them all towards the Black Lake. I had heard many stories about the Black Lake from my brothers, not that I believed any of them, but I still used to get nightmares about giant squids sucking me into the depths of the freezing water.

Sighing, I made my way towards to Percy and crept down the path towards the boats.

I slid down into the bottom and waited silently for Hagrid to find all the stragglers.

Sure enough, Hagrid came stumbling down the path with a couple of giggling girls who all looked very immature and a quiet girl with bleached white hair. He directed them into boats, but sadly the quiet girl was told to come and sit with me.

Hagrid then waved his umbrella (which I'm told is made out of his wand fragments) and we were off on our way to Hogwarts.