I Own Nothing But My OC'S. I know I have quite a few stories going on, but this one has been in my head so I figured I start it out before I lose it!

FULL SUMMARY: My name is Luella Alexa Brooks, but don't call me that because than you'd remind me of my deranged parents and my oh so lovely twin sister. I'm a muggle-born and believe me when I was born I left quite a shock with my full head of lavender hair and my pale golden eyes. I'm known by most as the freak (mostly by the slytherins and my family. And most of the girls besides Lily and Alice), but really I'm a metamorphmagus. And I don't take to being called a freak well. I'm warning you before you read this that it won't all be pretty, because I have issues. Tons of issues. Good Luck =)

Chapter one- Freak of the Family.

"Good Afternoon Mother."

"Why Luella I had no idea you would be arriving home today." Was my Mother's cool greeting as I walked through the large French doors that led to my "parlour room". Her words, not mine. I felt a flicker of irritation pass through me; she hadn't even looked up as I entered, but then again I was used to it.

"I've been arriving home at the same hour for last six years Mother." I say just as coolly.

"Don't you get that attitude with me Luella Alexa, I was just-" She finally looked up and the disgust on her face almost made me cringe. Almost. "What in Good Lord happened to you?!" As she stood up I was once again struck by her beauty. She was tall, thin, and tan. Everything about her was beautiful from her wavy blonde hair, to her ice blue eyes. She was everyone man's dream, yet she was my own personal night mare. She also started cursing profoundly in Italian.

I looked down at myself as she approached remembering what happened earlier this morning.

I sighed as I opened my eyes, remembering that today I was going home to the night mare I called my family. I wasn't happy in the least to get home, while everyone was bustling around our dorm I sat quietly thought wide awake with my eyes closed wishing that I was dreaming, and that I would be able to live here at Hogwarts forever.

"Lu! Get up!" Lily Evans my bestfriend screamed. I still made no move to get up; I just threw the covers over my head. Obviously not in the least bit entrained with me, she ripped the covers off my face and screamed.

I sat up, "Lily what is it?" She stared at me with wide eyes. "Lily?" I repeated. Alice my other best friend walked up and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me.

"You might want to look in a mirror Lu." She says. The expressions in their faces scare me, I sprint over to the mirror hanging on the back of our bathroom door. And scream, followed by a curse. My face was bright green, with pink freckles, making me look like an Easter egg with my naturally purple colored hair. I lift my hands to touch my face making sure I'm not dreaming when I notice my hands are the same way. With wide eyes I begin to rip off my pajamas until I'm down to my knickers. I feel my hair change and now my once purple hair was a fiery red and my eyes coal black.

"Mother fu-"

"I can't believe he did this!" Lily yelled, cutting me off. "I mean your face yeah, but your whole body?!" I stare at her in disbelief.

"Lily no! Not it's not okay if my face is like this! I have to go home today!" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure your parents will just find it amusing." I shook my head, Lily and Alice still didn't know about the pricks my parents were. I haven't gotten around to telling them. Sure it's been six years but hey, I never really found the time.

I turned on my heel, heading to the common room, with every intention of getting my hands on Sirius Black.

"But Lucie! You're in your knickers and BRA!" I heard Lily scream but I slammed the door, running full speed down the steps. No one was in the common room when I walked in. Feeling extremely grateful for that I head towards the 6 year boys' dormitory. I pass by a few grinning boys on my way who wolf whistled at me.

When I reach the door I slam it open making it hitting the opposite wall with a loud CRACK. I walk in the door, and stare at the bane of my existence. "BLACK!" I snarl.

"Oh Brooks, don't you look lovely this morning." He drawls from where he is laying casually across his bed.

"Lovely?! Lovely?! I look like a bloody Easter egg!" He smirks up at me.

"Easter Egg? Where do you come up with that?" Peter asks. I turn my attention to the small chubby boy.

"Um Hello! My hair is purple!" I scream causing him to flinch back.

"Actually, at the moment your hair is red." James Potter tells me, I turn to him and see that he is sitting in the exact position as Sirius.

"Don't forget Prongs, her eyes are black. You know what that means!" He said barking out a laugh. The bathroom door opens, and I look to see Remus Lupin walking out buttoning up his uniform shirt.

"Hey Lu." He greets me with a smile. The anger in me dissolves and I feel my hair and eyes changing back to their normal color. "May I ask why you are standing in our dorm in your knickers and," Sirius cuts him off.

"Looking like a bloody Easter egg." He roars.

"I told you!" I scream out. "Merlin Sirius, of all the days you could possibly do this it has to be the day I'm going home."

"Oh big deal." I turn my eyes on him, looking extremely defeated. I notice Remus, who I told about my family looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Excuse me Sirius, you did what?" He asks, full out glaring at his best mate.

"Well James and I here, just played a little prank on Brooks."

"Dammit Sirius!" He yells. "When is it going to fade off?!" Sirius looked taken aback by the yelling.

"It should be off by like 6." My eyes widen.

"What gives Moony?" James asks, with sudden interest.

"I'm so sorry Lu. I wouldn't have let him out of the room last night if I knew." I tried smiling but failed miserably. What would come tonight at home wasn't going to be pleasant and I had Sirius Black to thank for this. I looked at him and my temper sparked. My hair turned fiery again and my eyes black.

"I HATE YOU BLACK!" I stomp my way to the door and I'm almost out when I hear James yell.

"Ask my Lily Flower to meet me in Diagon Alley for a date this summer!"

"Not on your life Potter." I say as I walk out the door.

"What did I tell you about coming home like this?! Your Father will be furious. He's holding a faculty party tonight! How are we going to explain this to the guests?!" I look down, trying to avoid her angry gaze. "Look at me girl!" She yells. I snap my head up to meet her eyes.

"You listen to me and you listen well. You better be cleaned and ready by the time the party comes around. I won't have you ruining our dinner with your dammed magic."

"Yes Mother."

"Actually I want you to have it cleaned off when your Father gets home from work."

"I can't Mother." I say quietly. Her hand comes up as she back hands me across my face, a loud crack echoes through the room. I raise my hand and place it on my stinging cheek.

"Excuse me?"

"I literally mean I can't, I would Mother if I could. Some foolish boy played a prank on me, and it won't turn back until 6 tonight." She looked away, as if it was painful to look at me.

"Fine, You are not to leave your room until you are presentable." Without a word she turns on back on me and takes her spot on the couch again.

"Yes Mother." I say walking out the door and heading to my room. When I hear her yell behind me,

"And for Goodness sakes, Change that hair color girl!"

On my way up the stairs I pass my one and only sibling. Actually she wasn't just a sibling, she was my twin sister who had not one drop of magic in her. And let me tell you, she was not envious of that fact. She smirked at me,

"Good God Sister, what happened to you?"

"Be quiet Helen. I haven't got time for you." I say walking past her and into my room. I sigh when I look around are taking in the comfort of my bedroom. The sea green walls, and the oak wood floors surround me, my large slay bed is against the far wall of my room. The doors leading to my walk in closet and my own bathroom with full vanity on the opposite wall near the wall I like to call my wall of windows. One whole wall in large bedroom is covered from floor to ceiling with windows that look over the forest in my back yard. I walk over to my bed and drop on it with a sigh, leaving my trunk in the middle of my floor, where I knew it would be locked up later when my Father came home.

I was never allowed to do magic at home, not just because of the wizarding law but because of my parents. When my mother got pregnant with me and my sister she had the image of a picture perfect family. My father's career was heading in the right direction and they were rich what could possibly go wrong? My mother's image was killed the day we were born. I came out first on August 13 at 4:55 in the morning with almost a full head of lavender colored hair and my large eyes the color of pale gold. I was told my mother nearly had a heart attack. But then two minutes later, my sister Helen was born with perfection. She had almost a full head of blonde hair, the same color as hers, also with the bright green of my father's eyes. If you hadn't noticed she was named given the name of Helen which meant beauty, while mine was Luella for female warrior. I mean honestly. The nurse was so frightened by my appearance the she told the first doctor she saw which with my luck, not hers, happened to be a wizard. He notified Dumbledore and the ministry. Their memories were modified and my parents were told that I was a witch, but not just any witch a metamorphmagus.

Well let's just say with my parents being high in society they were disgusted by the concept of magic. And there I was, not even a day old and already the freak of the family. They never even gave me a chance. They allowed me to go to Hogwarts when the time came, but after Hogwarts was done I was ordered to come home and to never speak of the magical world again. Where I would be set up in an arranged marriage, so I could live the same live my Mother has, with all the balls, fake parties, meetings. I hated it. I never fit in here, and yet she was trying to torture me into being one of them. A clone. I sometimes cursed the day I was even born. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't depressed. I had the best six years at Hogwarts, but soon I would be a seventh year and all my fun would end. I would have to return to the muggle world. A world that I didn't belong in.

I took out my ebony wand and twirled in my fingers one last time before it would be locked away. I wasn't seventeen yet which meant I couldn't do magic, and I was itching to curse my way out of here. Though that would probably land me in a cell at Azkaban, but I'm sure even there would be better than here.

Reluctantly I began the process of making myself presentable for my family. After a little after 6, I was finally down and walked myself over to the mirror. My hair was now, the same color blonde as my mother and sisters, and in the same waves the reached a little past my shoulders. It was way shorter than my natural length that reached to my lower back. My eyes that were pale gold since the day I was born never changed. My eyes were who I was, and I never once changed their color and I never planned too. My skin was tan, the way it usually was. My mother was born in northern Italy which I guess would explain the tanness of our skin. I was pretty tall for a girl, reaching a height of about 5'8. My frame was skinny but muscular, I except from all the quidditch practices. I had a tight black party dress that made me look extremely elegant and uncomfortable. My usual outfits consisted of jeans and tee shirts. I had a pair of black heels, making my height reach almost to 5'11. I wore light make up, expensive looking jewelry. Despite being a metamorphmagus I never changed my appearance. I kept the same face I was born with, the same eyes, same skin tone, and same hair (well unless I came home, then I was forbidden to have lavender hair.) The only time my hair changed colors was when I was angry. It turned a fiery red, and my eyes turned coal black. Sometimes but vaguely if I was really upset it turned a pale blue, but usually never.

I descended the stairs, with my heels clicking on the wooden floors and made my way to our ball room, yes that's right we had a ball room in our house. When I entered the ball room the party was already in full swing. My Father was the Prime Minister's right hand man. Yes, we were extremely high up in society. And the Minister visited our house regularly. My parents were stuck up, proud, and as you could tell prejudice.

My sister immediately joined my side and linked arms with mine. To the people in the room we were thought to be the perfect family, on the inside we were really more like the most imperfect family to ever live. In reality I basically despised my sister, but here in front of these people we were best friends.

"Don't frown Luella, Smile, the people are watching." She told me through her own tight lipped smile. I put a smile on my face, as people came over to greet us. As we reached the head table, the Minister and his wife along with my parents sat.

"Hello, Mr. Williamson." My sister and I said in unison with a curtsy. He stood and took my hand pressing a kiss to it, then did the same to my sister.

"Good evening Luella, Helen. I trust you found your boarding school well, Luella?"

"Yes,sir. I enjoy it very much." I say with a bright smile.

"And you, Helen?" She nods and smiles.

"Well Trevor, you girls are both a vision of beauty. I'm sure you've already have some choices in mind for the marriages."

"Yes, I think I've found quite the perfect young men for my daughters."

"Excellent, I can't wait for when our own daughter it old enough to marry." Mrs. Williamson says.

"Yes, it is very sad thought, to have your babies taken from you." My own Mother Arabella says. Yeah your one baby, I thought bitterly.

My Father than stands up to greet his guests, before the food arrives. After dinner I was sitting at the table when a boy around my age, approaches me. He was about my height(with heels on.) which was an immediate turn off, his hair was short and naturally blonde, and his eyes a cold hazel. He bows and offers a hand.

"Would you care to dance Luella?" I smile back at the boy that I now recognize as Michael and take his hand. While inside I'm screaming no. I push that out of my head was we begin to waltz around the dance floor. It happened that way the whole night. My fake smiles, the dancing, the small talk. I just wanted to run to my room and hide out for the rest of the summer.

Finally around 12, the party ended with people either, sleeping in one of our 20 guest rooms or going to their respectable homes. I kissed my Father and Mother good night, only for show of course and made my way up to my bedroom, where my hair immediately turned my natural color, and I all but ripped off the dress, to change into my pajamas. I lay down in bed, wishing I was already back at Hogwarts, but I knew I had a long summer ahead of me.