During your life, odd things always happened to you: The mysterious dissaperence of your parents, but most of all the way people reacted toward you. People would complain that they were cold on a hot summer day, but you never felt chillyness. People remembered sad things when around you. On cold days, your soup was never hot and your sweater was never warm, but you got used to it. That was how your life had been going for as long as you could remember. A you fic. Pre HBP