This is the prologue, the chapters will be better I promise!
Disclaimer: if I owned harry potter Fred would still be alive but I don't so he isn't!
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Prologue
My name is Chazzie Prewitt, well, that's what everyone thinks anyway. In reality I am Charlotte Weasley, triplet to the infamous Fred and George! They and my elder brother Charlie are the only family I have, the only family who love me. Should I start at the beginning?
Molly Weasley was pregnant, again. This time she was expected to have triplets, two boys and a girl. To say she was ecstatic would be an understatement! Finally, a girl and the prophecy would finally come true! The first girl born with a head of fire shall be loved by the one with the power to defeat the dark lord! It was obvious that this girl would be that one; every Weasley had red hair, didn't they? That's where everything went wrong; when the time came a red haired boy was born first, wailing loudly. Fred had entered the world. Then it was my turn, the birth part was easy, it was what I looked like that was the problem! Yes, I had the pale Weasley skin, the dark expressive eyes and… brown hair. No one noticed George be born I think, they just stared at me, less than five minutes old and I had already ruined my parents lives.
I was hated from that moment on, the room that had been prepared for me taken away, any love lavished on my brothers instead. I didn't blame them, they loved me and cared for me when no one else was around and Charlie would always stick up for me. By the time Ron and Ginny were born I was the caretaker of the house, cooking, cleaning, being magical helps children to mature faster but even so I was no ordinary three year old. My life carried on like that until my 11th birthday, Molly and Arthur (I had been forbidden to call them mum and dad) had decided to move my birthday to the 2nd of April, instead of sharing with my brothers on the 1st. There were three identical letters on the table, addressed to Fred, George and myself. This was it, the moment of my escape. Hogwarts.
The day before our annual trip to Diagon alley, Molly and Arthur called me and brothers to the kitchen. It was then we discovered I was to pretend I wasn't even from the Weasley family; apparently I disgusted them too much. In everyone else's minds, I was a Prewitt. I was no longer a triplet, but an orphan taken in by the Weasley's. I was someone else's mistake.