Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter 1-7. JK Rowling dose unfortuantely.
Name: Rebecca Adhara Sherwood
Parents: Gregory and Ambrosia Sherwood
Gifts: Witch and a Metamorphmagus
Blood-Status: Pure Blood
Status: Well off (Rich)
True Features: Unknown
Current Features:
Hair: Straight Golden Blonde
Eyes: Golden
Age: 13
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Gryffindor
Patronus: Unknown
Friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Family friends; Draco Malfoy (unfortunately), Cedric Diggory
Amount of hate received from father: Tons
Mother's sanity: Questionable because of her belief that Sirius Black is innocent
"Girl-Who-Survived saved by Boy-Who-Lived," I read quietly from the newspaper that had been thrown in front of me.
"The Girl-Who-Survived!" my father, Gregory Sherwood, exclaimed.
"Thank the gods," my mother, Ambrosia Sherwood, exclaimed right back standing up to face my father. "You sacrificing our daughter for the Dark Lord should not have even entered your mind!"
"Our daughter?" my father laughed humorlessly.
"Yes, our daughter," my mother bit out threateningly, getting a dagger filled look from my father.
"You do realize," my father began. "if it had worked, we would have been in the Dark Lord's favor. He would have rewarded us mightily for sacrificing her so that he could return to power,"
"But that would have killed our daughter, Gregory!" my mother yelled right back. "I can't believe you… your own daughter!"
My mother pulled me to my feet and took me upstairs, into my bedroom where she shut the door behind us. I slumped down on my bed and sighed deeply. I was used to this argument by now, it had been the topic of the summer really.
Why hadn't I died?
Harry Frickin' Potter.
"Don't you listen to him, Rebecca," my mother muttered as she pulled out my trunk and opened it to find it already full. She looked up at me as I smiled humorlessly down at her.
"I've been packed for the past two weeks," I admitted.
My mother sighed and moved to sit on the bed next to me, putting a comforting arm around me that encouraged me to cry bucket loads of tears, but I refused. "Always know, Rebecca, that I love you," she whispered to me, kissing the top of my head.
I sighed and pulled out the newspaper which I had, still caught in my clenched fist. I smoothed it out and looked down at the pictures, one of Harry and the other of me.
"You know, it's kind of cool, if you think about it," my mother whispered to me, making me look up at her.
"What is?" I asked.
"You are the Girl-Who-Survived, just like the famous Harry Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived," my mother said shrugging. "You're famous,"
I laughed a broken laugh despite myself and shrugged. "I guess,"
I folded the newspaper again and looked down at the wizard on the front, looking more insane than murderous. Sirius Black had escaped from the inescapable Azkaban prison, inescapable like the muggle prison Alcatraz was supposed to be. I shivered and read through the article as I felt my mother staring down at the picture beside me.
"He must be truly horrible to have done all of this," I shivered.
"I don't think he actually did," my mother suddenly said, making me turn to her. "You heard me," my mother said before looking back down at the picture and letting her free hand run over the edge of the picture. "I used to know him when he went to Hogwarts. He was best friends with a little group, like you are with Harry and them all. I actually dated him for a while,"
"EW!" I exclaimed throwing my body back and onto my bed. "You dated a murderer?"
"He wasn't when I dated him. He was only guilty of getting into loads of trouble with James Potter and being friendly with the girls," my mother said, leaning back on her elbow to look back and down at me.
"He was a ladies man?" I asked, confused.
"He didn't always look like a raging lunatic," my mother giggled. "Although he did have raging hormones,"
Author's Note: Please try to reveiw. It makes me feel good inside! Enjoy!