I do NOT own Harry Potter.

I've decided to start this fanfiction, and commit to it. I know, there is no Melissa or any of this in the Deathly Hollows. I made up my own characters. So note that. This is the very first chapter. Enjoy!

The True Weasley

Chapter one: New Ends

"When are you going to stop with your drums?" Ten year old Melissa Weasley demanded, stomping up to the foot of her brother's door. Diego stopped hitting his drums and twirled the sticks in his hands as he looked up at her.

"I'll stop when you're not annoying any more. So Never." He retorted with a roll of his eyes.

"Good to know." She muttered, eying him suspiciously. "What is your obsession with music anyways?" He shrugged, setting down his sticks and standing. He walked around his set of drums and symbols and over to his littler sister. He placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Music is interesting, and I like learning it. So if you don't like it, you best get out of my room!" He pushed her back and she stumbled with a scowl.

"You know, you could have been nice and I would have left!" She stuck her tongue at him and he rolled his eyes, slamming the door once she was out of the way.

She let out a sigh of defeat as she walked back to her own room. His drums started minutes later and she sighed again once she twisted the doorknob and stepped into her room. She jumped lightly and yelped in surprise to find Daniel Potter standing by her window. He raised a curious brow as he leaned against the frame at Melissa's reaction.

"I thought you knew we were coming over today," He commented with a smirk.

Melissa shook her dreary head and plopped down onto her bed with a moan. "No, I did, but I had an awful sleep. Diego's music is aggravating me, and he refuses to stop like the hole in the head he is." She replied as her blue orbs stared at her white painted ceiling.

The bed weight shifted, and she lifted her head briefly to see Daniel sitting on the edge, his dark auburn hair a tangled mess like always. Taming hair was apparently a major problem and non-concern with Potter children.

"Did you tell them that you have a headache and you want him to please stop?" Daniel questioned with a little bit of a smug look. One of his when he knew what had happened. I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Fine, I didn't tell him. I just asked when he would stop with the drums and he was all annoying like always," Melissa gave in with a thoughtful scowl embedded on her face.

"Then tell him, Mel, you're not going anywhere if you just return Diego's stupid arrogant attitude." Daniel stated firmly. Melissa looked at him with a raised brow. How was it, even with the stupidest, pettiest things, Harry Potter's son was always right?

"Well I can't help it. How can I be nice and ignore his stupid tone? All I did was ask him when he would stop with the drums and he immediately responded with 'When you're not annoying any more.'" She mocked his words angrily. Though her stomach dropped right after her words as if someone had dropped a stone in it. Daniel was still right.

"You know what he meant, Mel, he's just being a brother. That's what all siblings do, fight, yell and return attitude. That's why half the people and kids we know are always bickering, I wish they would stop acting like children." Daniel responded, as he laid down, his head on Melissa's lap.

"Are you calling Diego and I, children?" Melissa let out a snort of disbelief and shoved him. He stood up and ran a hand through his now even messier hair.

"I'm saying that you two gotta stop fighting and arguing and snapping at each other for no reason. I know Diego…is…well…Diego, but you gotta be the bigger person here," He retorted.

"So, you're saying…" She swung her legs over the side of her bed and brushed her brown bangs out of her eyes, choking down a sputter. "That I have to be nice to my brother? You want me to be the 'Bigger person', put up with his attitude, and call him out to his face?" She finished with narrowed eyes.

He let out a sigh of defeat and rolled his eyes. "I-." Melissa didn't let him finish. She stood up from her bed, making it creak from the loss of weight and raised a challenging brow at her cousin. "Easier said than done, Daniel, you only think this is easy because you have Brittney as your heroic big sister. You two never fight, Diego and I are polar opposites of you two!" By the time she blew off the words from her chest, she felt much better, despite the fact that her breaths were now coming in small pants.

"Well excuse me for trying to help! Figure it out yourself then you spoiled brat!" He yelled back, his voice equally loud and angry. It echoed off Melissa's walls, and she almost froze. Daniel never yelled. He never raised his voice. He never fought. He was the reasonable type of kid.

Even he looked surprised. He face softened and he opened his mouth to speak but Melissa didn't let him. Her feelings were hurt. Her eyes heated up. "Get. Out." She said through gritted teeth. She pushed him out of the door and slammed it in his face, before turning back inside, pushing a button on her CD player. She turned up the dial and fell back onto her bed, not caring to apologize or go after Daniel.

She glared at her wall, intensely, with a clenched jaw, for at least twenty minutes before she cooled off. Slowly she unclenched her jaw, and let out a long, meaningful sigh that blew her hair into the air for a second.

Thought after thought ran through her sore brain. Spoiled brat? Yeah right. Melissa didn't believe that for a second. Well, she did fight with Diego a lot, maybe act a little too young for her age, but that didn't classify her as a straight up brat. Did it? No. She didn't believe so. Or could she?

A rough knock on her door jolted her awake from her sulking. She bit back a groan of annoyance and frustration as she stood up, and shut off her music, reluctantly.

She gripped the doorknob, and pulled it open, harshly, to find the last person she wanted or expected to see, Diego. He didn't look happy to be there either. Typical him.

"What do you want?" She demanded, completely ignoring what Daniel and her had argued about just half an hour ago. He snorted and leaned his arm against the doorframe.

"Nice to see you too, Melissa," He retorted. "Mum said dinner was almost ready, and she wants to get dressed all formally, Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron and Beth are coming for dinner. Apparently something important needs to be said."

Melissa rolled her eyes, ready to shut the door again. "Yeah, thanks." But he straightened out, signaling for her to wait a minute.

"Can I ask you something?" His words surprised her, but she shrugged and opened the door enough for him to squeeze through. He sat down on her bed, and she looked him over briefly.

He was pretty tall and lean for a new fifteen year old. His eyes were the same blue color Melissa's were, and he had her brown hair, not common for the Weasley family. His hair was swept to the side, his bangs covering his left brow like normal. Nothing about the way he looked or wore was what surprised her at that moment. His face, his expression, looked almost, hesitant, scared, worried. Something one didn't normally notice in Diego Mateo Weasley. Not the Diego she knew for the ten years of her life, even if he didn't change once he started Hogwarts four years ago.

"Do you hear the way Mum and Dad fight?" He looked up at her, lacing his hands together. She pulled the stool she had behind her door up and slid herself onto it, nodding hesitantly.

"I do. What about it?" She answered warily. He sighed and looked down at the floor, avoiding her gaze. "Well…" He shifted nervously, and she eyed him curiously. Diego was nervous? Something weird had to be going on.

"I heard them talking the other day…" He continued quietly. "Mum said that maybe a divorce was in order once you started Hogwarts this year." Melissa froze at the end of his sentence. The subconscious swinging of her legs from the stool stopped. Her arms tensed and she stared at him for what seemed like years, before he finally looked up, a scowl placed on his sharp features.

"Mum really said that?" Melissa asked in disbelief. Her mother, the mother she knew, saying a divorce was in order? Melissa just didn't believe it.

Diego nodded sadly, his eyes distant. "Unless my ears deceived me. She sounded really upset, so I don't know if she meant it, but her and dad haven't been talking nicely and more fights, and I think it's true." He answered softly. Almost…gently. Was he really being gentle on her?

"Why would she say that it would happen once I started Hogwarts this September?" He shrugged, clearly at a loss for words.

"I think maybe so we didn't have to see them fight and one of them moving out. I don't know." He stood up once he finished speaking and reached for her door. He opened it. "Don't say anything, okay Mel?" Melissa nodded in response and he left, shutting the door behind him.

Numb with sadness, Melissa made her away around the stuff she had littered on her floor, to her closet, picking out her favorite, tight red dress. It reached just below her knees, and had a nice lace running around the waist.

She slipped herself into it and smoothed it out, looking at herself intensely in the mirror. Her brown hair was curled lightly like she always put it for dinners, and her ears glittered with her blue 'M's.

She slipped into her dress flats and scurried out of her room, hoping to just get this dreadful dinner done and over with. A divorce? Man, would this be a distrustful supper of her parents.