A/N ok, this is my first fanfic, so go easy on me :)

They Wouldn't Even Recognise Me

Prologue

I dropped my bags. No way could he be head boy. Him of all people.
But apparently he'd changed, that's what Professor McGonagall said at least, and who am I to question the Headmistress?


Maybe I should start at the beginning.

After the war, I had no where to go. My parents had had to sell their house in order to be able to fly to Australia and find decent enough accommodation. They hadn't remembered that they had a daughter who might just have needed a home to go to when she left school. They hadn't even remembered that they had a daughter...

Anyway, because of my lack of home, the Weasleys decided to take me in, temporarily at least. Thus meaning I could spend more time with Ron, and Harry and Ginny of course, due to the fact that Molly hadn't wanted Harry to be by himself after the war (presumably because there was a chance - no matter how small - that the remaining Death-Eaters would choose to attack him).

So I did, I spent as much time with him as I could. Which I'm really regretting now. Because it meant that i came to realise what he actually meant to me, sure, of course i loved him. But as a brother. Not a boyfriend. However, i couldn't tell him, it would ruin him, so i spent my summer developing my acting skills, it's a really good job that I'm quite good...

Anyway, about half way through our summer we all got Hogwarts letters, which shouldn't have happened, because even though me, Harry and Ron skipped last year, along with the people forced to be on the run, it had happened, and people had been there. But the letters explained that Professor McGonagall was now head teacher and that she thought it suitable that everybody attended Hogwarts in order to complete the education they missed out on last year, when the Carrows stalked the corridors day and night searching for their prey. My letter also mentioned that I was to be head-girl, with Harry and Ron both being made prefects, and Harry Griffindor Quidditch Captain also.

Eventually, the time came for us to travel to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, the last time we would arrive there as students, only to return when we had children of our own accepted.

Never would I expect the information I was to encounter when I went to meet my headmistress.