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Taylor's POV

Chapter 1

I looked around the shabby place my parents called home in disgust. I was leaving in a few minutes to the place I called home, the burrow. Unlike here The Burrow was noisy and filled with life. The people in the Burrow loved each other. The people of the Burrow, never hit each other out of hatred and left bruises. I know I sometimes talk of The Burrow and it's ''people" (my best friends and almost family) as if it was a different planet and they were aliens. I only do it because when I'm living in this hell, that's what it seems like.

I took my trunk to the living room then went into the kitchen to retrieve my cat, Jazz, and his cage. He was a pure white rag doll cat with grey eyes. "We're getting out of here Jazz can I get an amen?" Jazz meowed in response and I nodded. I set him in front of the fireplace then went to say my good byes.

I don't know why I bother, it doesn't matter to them whether I'm gone or not. I still do it, maybe desperate for them to show they love me. They never do and as I walked slowly to the den I knew I was setting myself up for disappointment yet I couldn't stop my white flats to keep walking making an echo of a warning on the wood floors for me to just turn and leave now.

In the den my mother was sitting on the couch knitting another pot holder. She was a fine looking woman who had let her looks got to waste. Now her used to be beautiful brunette locks were crappy died platinum blond and was chopped boy short to try and impress my father. Her lips were puckered as if she had just eaten a sour piece of candy, they were always that way. Her green eyes, the one thing she couldn't change and that we still had in common, barely flicked up when I entered the room. I swallowed hard, "Bye Mom." My words sounded forced, they were.

"Bye." Her answer was clipped and cold. Her needles clicked. My mouth was dry as I turned to leave.

"Hey girl!" My dad said drunk. I stayed facing the hall picturing him. He was a normal looking guy. His beer gut wasn't over the top, his black hair was beginning to thin and get a salt and pepper look to it, his eyes were a cold glassy blue. I hated him with my every fiber. "I'm talking to you, you stupid filthy thing."

I swiveled on my heels, "What?"

"You didn't tell me good bye."

"Bye."

"Bye. We won't miss you freak. Try not to come back too soon."

"I hate you."

He lifted from his seat. "What the hell did you just say?"

I looked him in those cold eyes. "I said the truth."

He chugged the rest of his beer then threw the bottle. I tried dodging, but I didn't duck left enough and it cut my right cheek. "Damn you, you ungrateful little bitch. When you get back you are going to take the biggest beating of your life! I swear that yes I do!"

I didn't listen to his threats I walked down the hallway into the living room. I threw some flu powder in then grabbing my things I called for the Burrow and stepped in.

When I arrived I had about two seconds of peace before every Weasley, Harry, and Hermione came to greet me hello. Mrs. Weasley made it to me first where she enveloped me in a bear hug before holding me at arm's length to look over. She touched the newest cut on my cheek then took her wand from her back pocket and healed it. I pulled at my long sleeves thinking of my bruises, knowing that she'd be wanting to heal those as soon as she saw them.

Bill and Charlie shook my hand introducing themselves. Mr. Weasley gave me a one armed fatherly hug. Ron pulled Hermione and Harry to say hello. Finally Fred and George came into the room, getting dirty looks from Mrs. Weasley as they passed her.

Both of them hugged me then Fred took my trunk and George took Jazz's cage and we made the way up the stairs. George set Jazz's cage at the corner of the first landing, where we had put it since the summer before our second year. Fred took my trunk and stuck it in Ginny's room near the door. "Come on let's go to Ron's room."

"Why are we hanging out in Ron's room?" I cocked my eyebrow.

"Bill and Charlie have our room."

"Where's Percy? I didn't get to say hello to him."

"In his room leaving the rest of us alone. Thank Merlin. He got a new job, he's an international magical cooperation director or something to that affect. So he gets to keep his room to work." George opened Ron's door as he talked.

There was barely space to breathe in between the four beds that were packed in. I looked the room over. He had moving posters of the Chudley Cannons, his favorite team, everywhere on his walls and slopping his ceiling. On the window seal was a fish tank that held a large frog. An ugly gray owl flew around the ceiling as if he was insane.

I laid on my back between Fred and George's beds. "So what else is new?"

"Should we tell her?"

"Nah." Fred answered winking.

"Tell me what?"

"Let her suffer."

"Yeah that's the best approach."

"MERLIN TELL ME!"

"Well..." Fred drug out the sentence. "Dad...got us tickets to the World Cup!"

I jumped up. "What?" Fred and George grinned wide grins and I turned in circles happily. "OH. MY. MERLIN!" I hugged each of them again. "Do you think Ced and his dad are going?"

Something changed in Fred's face for a moment then it quickly went back to normal, maybe I imagined it. "Isn't he a little old for you?"

"Fred, he's a year older." My voice had an edge, even I heard it.

"We tried our ton tongue toffee out today!" George said changing the subject.

I let myself be distracted. I hated being sharp with Fred, it hurt me to be I just couldn't help it when he went from being my friend to being my father. "On who?"

"That Dudley bloke. You know Harry's thick cousin?"

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"Well Fred dropped some making it look like an accident. It was a flawless plan, leave a couple behind and he's sure to eat them because they've got him on a diet so he's desperate for sugar."

"And?"

"It worked brilliantly according to Harry! But unfortunately I didn't get to see it neither did Fred. We'll have to find a better victim when we're at Hogwarts. There's no chance in getting away with it. Mum found out and she blew up!"

"How bad?"

"Bad! Her face turned purple, she burned our order forms, and even some of our merchandise that we had sitting out!" Fred said coming out of his quite mode.

"Whoa." I commented.

Then we started chatting about our OWL scores. I found out that their mum was mad about their not so good scores. She wanted them to go into the ministry but they just wanted to open a joke shop. So pretty much that's why she was all mad at them.

We spent a good hour or so talking before Mrs. Weasley called us to dinner. We hurried down and out the back door to the huge table outside where there was so much food on it that it seemed to sag under it's weight. I sat down with Fred and George on either side of me. Conversation was easy.

Percy was consistently talking about Mr. Crouch. I started listening at," I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble then she's worth...but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her-"

I looked at Fred and whispered, "Mr. Crouch this, Mr. Crouch that. Before too long we might be hearing that they're going to become ''life partners'' if you know what I mean." I winked.

Fred laughed and George coughed choking on his pumpkin juice. "That-" cough "is-" cough "so-" wheeze "mean!" George managed to get out.

They started talking about the Cup and I argued along with Charlie that Ireland had to win. We all put a bet in, well I put a bet in against Fred. His team won then I'd do a dare from him, my team won he'd do a dare for me. Pretty simple, that's how we work.

"Look at the time!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly looking at her wrist watch. I looked up at her. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you- you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, Taylor dear, if you leave your school list out I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone Else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time!"

Harry was happy and said that he hoped it did this time. "Well I certainly don't," I heard Percy say. "I shudder to think of what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days!"

"Yeah someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. I nudged him with my elbow.

"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" I watched the color build in Percy's face and felt myself smirk. "Nothing personal!" He added emphasis, but we all knew he was lying.

"It was," Fred whispered letting Harry in on the secret who had been starring at the three of us trying to keep a straight face. "We sent it."

A/N So that was the start. I took some scenes from the book to give you an idea of where we are. I hope your liking it! Review please! Oh but if you are going to review don't leave me paragraoh upon paragraph of my grammar and spelling mistakes...I don't care about how good your grammar is.

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