Hi guys! Just wanted to let you know this is my first try at writing a story! I actually got this idea while watching the movie Frozen (which is really sweet for those of you who haven't seen it!) Please do let me know if i'm doing anything wrong or if I should modify some things! I don't have a beta by the way! I have a really great idea for this story so hopefully you guys will like it as much as I do!

So without further ado here is the first chapter! Please review! I know! I know! It gets really annoying! I feel you, but I really want to know if i'm doing any good, because I'm so excited for this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Jane and Blake and their family!

"Recently abandoned women can be complicated." - Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

When I was younger I used to have the most perfect family; you know those you see in the movies with the loving parents and siblings? Yeah, I had that family, my older sister Blake was, and still is the person I look up too, and my parents gave me everything, they loved me to bits and I was one happy child. It's funny how things can change so quickly.

My change came with a letter delivered by an owl (yeah, the animal, get over it) when I was eleven, stating that I was a witch and was invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My parents laughed and we all thought it was a joke, a lame prank played by someone in the neighborhood, that is until the next day when a very old man with a beard as long his entire body showed up at our door. He explained everything to my parents; that his name was Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, that I was really a witch (a muggleborn, he said), and all the excitingly wonderful things about the wizarding world. My parents, however, did not see it as something wonderful or exciting; suddenly I went from being the most wonderful little girl (janey-bear is what they used to call me), to the freak of the family that wasn't worth a minute of their time. My sister Blake had slept over at a friends house so she had missed all the "excitement"(sense the sarcasm?), and my parents decided it was best to keep their favorite child in the dark about my disease, is what they called it. All she knew was that I would be going to a boarding school in Scotland for the next seven years. She was devastated of course, we were best friends but she saw how excited I was and made me promise to keep her updated on all of the things I did—which I did, with slight modifications of course, I couldn't exactly tell her I got an O in transfiguration now could I?

On the train ride there, I became friends with twins! The Weasley twins to be exact, along with a boy by the name of Lee Jordan who were both second years. I was sorted into Hufflepuff (which I didn't find strange at all, after all I am quite sociable) and quickly adapted to the magical lifestyle. Fred and George (the twins!) became my best friends and together we wreaked havoc all over Hogwarts playing pranks and making people laugh; it was quite nice to be liked. In my third year I became a chaser on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team (a.k.a the best sport in the universe, it represents all that is good and wonderful in the world) and I dated a few boys, nothing too major (unless you count going with Zachariah Smith to the Yule Ball, which I don't, at all. Ever. EW) Back at home during the summers my parents treated me like scum which usually lead to a bunch of fights between my parents and Blake; they would scream for hours and Blake just couldn't understand why they would treat me like that. She would threaten to move out and take me with her, and as nice as that was, she and I both knew she didn't have the money to do so. She asked so many times, begged, to know what had gone on on my eleventh birthday but, as much as it pained me,I had to keep her in the dark, as I was still loyal to my parents, damn you inner-Hufflepuff. It went on like this for a couple of years, and by the time I was sixteen Blake had gotten into Oxford and was studying to be a doctor—a neurosurgeon at that, and was living on campus, which lead to my parents being so much worse than before. Which brings me to today, December 19th, my first day back from winter holiday's. I was in my room minding my own business when Blake called to say that she would be arriving around Christmas because she still had finals (that nerd). Apparently this put my parents in a real bad mood because suddenly I couldn't breathe without being yelled at.

"Jane, get down here right now you insufferable child!" That was my mom, lovely lady isn't she?

I sighed and took my sweet, sweet time getting off of my bed and down the stairs(what you didn't think I'd make it easy for them just because I'm a Hufflepuff did you?).

"Jane!"

"Alright, alright, don't get you're panties in a bunch," I said under my breathe.

As I walked into the kitchen I saw my mother standing with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot, and with a scowl the size of Hagrid on her face.

"Yes mother?" I asked in a bored tone.

"Don't take that tone with me child!" she screeched. "What on earth is this abomination!"

I looked at what she was waving at and realized those were the cauldron cakes I had baked the other day. I raised an eyebrow and answered in that bored tone that pisses her off so much, "Cauldron cakes, why?"

"They are from your freakish world! What did I say about doing those sorts of things in this house!? You are out of line, what if Blake saw these!?"

"Yes mother what would happen if Blake saw those huh? Whats so wrong about letting her know?" I asked staring defiantly at her.

"She is not to know about you or that freakish world that you live in!"

"There is nothing wrong about the world that I live in! Why cant you just accept that i'm different and be happy for me! You used to love me before all of this, nothings changed! I'm still you're daughter!"

"You are no daughter of mine! I have had enough, I want you out of this house!" she screeched, her face so red it would have made Godric Gryffindor proud. There was a deep silence in the house, I was staring at her disbelievingly and she looked quite shocked as well. Taking deep breathes she regained her scowl and said in a much calmer tone, "Yes, you are no longer welcome in this house, go pack you're things and take these disgusting cakes with you."

With that she turned around and left to who knows where, while I stood there frozen in shock for a good ten minutes. For six years, although my parents had treated me badly they would still pick me up at King's Cross and drop me off, and would still buy me Christmas presents; they were still my parents. Now, now she wanted to get rid of me, she was kicking me out, my own mother. I felt as though a piece of my heart had broken off and was falling into a deep, deep dark abyss never to return. Tears gathered in my eyes as I ran up the stairs. With shaking hands I grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write to Fred and George, telling them what had happened and that I needed a temporary place to stay. Even in my hysterical state I realized I couldn't just mooch off the Weasley's forever, they had enough on their plate to worry about, but just until the end of the holidays and then, for the summer I would find a job.

I gave the letter to Aeolus (which meant keeper of the winds), my barn owl, and sent her to the Weasley's. After that I threw myself on my bed—the bed, I was no longer part of the family and this was no longer my room. As soon as those thoughts hit me, the cold, cold reality finally seeped in. I started bawling as I curled up in my bed. Why couldn't they just accept me? Why couldn't they be proud as so many other muggleborn parents were? Why couldn't they just love me? After what seemed days but were probably only a few hours, Aeolus came back with a letter. Quickly I stumbled off of my bed and took the letter.

Jane, We're coming to pick you up with dad in a few, have everything ready. -f

It took a few minutes for the words to sink in and soon after I found myself running all over my room picking up my clothes, pictures, books, trinkets, absolutely everything and putting it into my trunk (with and extendable charm of course). I wouldn't leave a damn thing here, if they wanted me gone then so be it, it would be as though they never had a second daughter in the first place. In twenty minutes everything was packed and I was looking at an almost bare room. I heard a familiar pop in the living room and my mother's screech of shock as I ran down the stairs. In the living room I found both Fred and George glaring at my mother, who was in turn glaring ferociously back, as Mr. Weasley looked around in mute fascination. As soon as he saw me, his expression sobered up. With a quick glance towards my mother, who was still glaring quite fiercely, he turned to eye me warily, as though he was expecting me to burst into tears.

"Jane, where is your trunk?"

"It's upstairs, in my room." Not my room anymore, I reminded myself quietly.

He nodded and apparated into my room, and my mother jumped at the sight of him disappearing. Ha! Oh magic how I love thee!

She soon rounded on me, "Get these things out of here! And you go with them!"

"That is exactly why they're here Adelide," I answered back in a cool tone, and was slightly content to see her wince in pain at my use of her first name. Soon Mr. Weasley popped back with my trunk and said that he would be apparating to The Burrow with it. He disappeared with a pop, and George did too, not before glaring at my mother and saying "You're doing a terrible thing, and once you realize how lucky you are to have Jane as a daughter you are going to regret this."She sputtered indignantly staring at the space where George once was and Fred walked over and took me by the hand. I took a deep breathe, and looked around at my living room one last time, taking in the cream walls, off-white leather couches, big roaring fire place, the nice dark wooden floors, all the knick-knacks that had been collected over the years, and all of the pictures of me and Blake growing up, of us as a happy family and last but not least of my mother; with her short brown hair and dark green eyes that had once looked at me with such love. I glanced at her sadly, betrayed and I felt tears building up in my eyes, but I held them back, as I would not give her the pleasure to see me cry. Fred saw this, glared at my mother and I soon felt the familiar sensation of being squeezed through a tube.

Within seconds I was standing in the middle of the Weasley's living room, in a place where I had never felt more at home.