Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to moi.

I am actually continuing this story, for the record! This is a sequel to a story I wrote, somewhat, but you don't NEED to read the story before it in order to understand this. That other story isn't on here, anyway. Enjoy, dearies! I have up to chapter eight written, by the way. :)

-P

Nymphadora Hermione Weasley is my name. I suppose it's a bit long, and it's weird as anything I have seen and heard in my eleven and a half years, but I like it. It's better than all my other siblings' names, I suppose- Sirius, Cassiopeia, Pollux, Violetta, Cygnus. I think Violetta and I are the only two not named after constellations. I asked Mum- that's Paige Weasley, for those of you who don't know- why she had such an infatuation with stars and all that, and she said something about it being a Black-family tradition. I didn't really believe that- we aren't Black's anymore, we're Weasley's. Thank Merlin for that, too. Uncle Harry told me that the Black family was all in Slytherin, and that is not an option.

Yes, my first day of Hogwarts is tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ride over to Kings Cross Station with my Mum and Dad- who is the famous Weasley Wizard Wheezes' co-owner, George Weasley- and ride to Hogwarts. Uncle Fred and Dad have already set me up with a collection of pranks to set off among the school, Mum, Aunt Ani, Aunt Hermione, and Aunt Ginny have filled my trunks with the latest clothing from Sapphire, Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry have told me stories of their days at Hogwarts- they've scared me senseless with their tale about Fluffy; I despise dogs, except Mum and my little brother- by five minutes- Sirius' Animagus forms.

So, you see, I have a very involved extended family. My three aunts and three uncles are probably just as involved in mine and my siblings' lives as they are in their own children, and in my cousins'. I have more aunts, uncles, cousins, and my grandparents, but they aren't quite as in the thick of it as they are. Mum and Dad say that the eight of them are the Golden Eight, a huge family of close friends and siblings.

First is my Mum, who is by far the most amazing person in my family. Okay, so I probably say that about all of my family members, except Rose. I despise Rose. But we'll get to that. Anyway, as I said, my Mum is just amazing. Paige Aurelia Weasley, nee Black. Mum is a Metamorphmagus, and an Animagus- she, as I said earlier, transforms into a dog. I really wish I was born exactly like Mum like Sirius was, but no, I was cursed with hair like Uncle Fred- a little darker than my dad's- and amber eyes with golden flecks, like Aunt Hermione. I guess it wasn't a curse, I looked pretty most days, unless it was humid. Oh, getting off track. Back to Mum. She's quite loud and obnoxious, and Aunt Ani said that she is probably the most pushy person ever. She's peppy, too, and really sarcastic, which is one of the very few things I actually did get from her. Sirius didn't, he's the nice one in my family. Mum's very blunt, probably too much; she makes Aunt Hermione quite pissed with her. She also has a really bad mouth, according to Aunt Herms and Aunt Ani, who seem to be the only two in my family who care about it. All of Mum's bad personality qualities that she has have seemed to be growing even more so in me, except her constant peppiness. I hate being peppy. I also have her fantastic fashion sense for me and everyone else, and I'm really good at makeup and hair. Even though I'm only almost twelve, I'm better at applying eyeliner then any of my aunts.

Then there's my dad, George Weasley. I can't ever remember his middle name, not like I can remember Fred and Ron's- Ani and Hermione are always screaming their full names when they're mad at them. My dad is rather quiet when he's around Mum, but when it's just me, Dad, Antoinette, and my uncles, he talks a lot more. I think Mum just over-talks and he's afraid to get a word in edgewise. But with Fred, Ron, and almost-silent Harry, he talks more than any of them. He's like a male version of Mum, honestly. Dad's a prankster, too; he's taught me all of his good pranks and things, and I have blown the eyebrows off of my siblings and cousins so many times testing his experiments. Mum has never gotten mad, though; she's tolerant of it as long as I don't get one of the youngest ones involved. None of my aunts get mad, except that one time I blew up Aunt Hermione's favorite book… Whoops. I blamed it on Rose, though, so I didn't get in as much trouble.

Then there's my absolute favorite aunt, Hermione. She's my favorite because she's exactly like Mum, but a bit meeker at times, and she actually knows how to yield her sharp wit. Her vocabulary's a little bigger, too. Aunt Hermione is responsible for my amber eyes. To tell you the truth, I don't know how. She's not a blood relative. But Mum said something about rings and bonding and mind-reading… I'm not really sure. But I do know they can read each other's thoughts, that's how they're such perfect planners on every surprise birthday party for Dad and his twin, Uncle Fred. Hermione is also responsible for my best friend in the whole entire world, Antoinette. I'll tell you more about Antoinette later, but she's just amazing. Aunt Hermione is almost always pregnant- she is this time, with a girl. She says she's going to name her Regina. My family names children strange things- Verity and Alasdair are two prime examples.

Then there's Uncle Fred, who's married to Aunt Hermione. He's by far my favorite uncle. He's a huge prankster, and Mum says that I'd be better off as Fred Weasley's daughter instead of George's. He's smart and witty and he's always joking. But Mum also says that I got a not-so-good trait from Uncle Fred- I hide my emotions too much. But Uncle Fred assures me that it's not such a bad thing, seeing as other people pray on your emotions when you're weak. I talk to Fred too much.

Then there's Aunt Ani, who's just wonderful. She's more mothering than my Mum and the other aunts, and not quite so blunt. She tries to euphemize everything around anyone under seven, which is good for them, but she doesn't beat around the bush with me and Antoinette.

Then Uncle Ron, who's a bit stupid, I must say. Or at least I think so; Aunt Ani just thinks he's terribly brilliant most of the time, when she isn't yelling at him. Maybe it's because I'm supposedly amazingly smart.

Then Aunt Ginny, who I'm not really as close with. I suppose she's the girly one in my family, for she's always surrounded by all the girls, except Nettie and I. Our fathers and uncles are planning on raising us to be good girls that know how to hang out with the guys, seeing as Sirius seems to be a little on the fruity side- but I can only say that around Uncle Fred, or Dad will get upset. Aunt Ginny has too much of a temper, and she's stubborn as a mule. We butt heads a lot, probably too much.

And finally, my shyest uncle, Harry. He's the savior of the magical and Muggle world, I know all of that, but he's quiet. Aunt Ginny says that he turns in on his own thoughts most of the time instead of verbalizing what he's thinking; I understand, I do that sometimes. Rarely, seeing as my mouth is always chattering, but sometimes.

Yes, those are the adults running my life. My life as a Fairytale Princess. Because, yes, that is what I am. I am the daughter of a Weasley, which makes me important enough; but I'm also related to the Boy-Who-Lived, and to two members of the Golden Trio. If that was not enough- which it was, trust me- my whole entire family had a fairytale written about them, a fairytale of romance and magic. And I, Nymphadora Hermione Weasley, was the first baby born in the Golden Eight. I'm even more important because of that! Honestly, there are so many ways why I'm important, somebody should write a book.

And what really sucks is that I do not want to be important. I, similar to most of my family, do not want the fame. None of my cousins, none of my aunts and uncles, and definitely not my parents. Mum, Aunt Ginny, and Aunt Hermione want to be famous because of Sapphire, and Dad, Uncle Ron, and Uncle Fred want to be famous because of the store, and Uncle Harry and Aunt Ani- Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms professors, respectively- don't want to be famous at all.

I do believe that I am probably the most infamous of the Weasley children, because I am the eldest. It's not a fun responsibility, knowing that my first day at Hogwarts would be setting an example for my siblings that would follow. I don't think Sirius has quite as much burden set on his shoulders, as Antoinette- who is the eldest in her family- and I do. Quite a lucky little bloke.

If you heard me earlier, I am a Fairytale Princess. Yes, that is what my life is described as. I suppose my life is just wonderful compared to what my family used to live like; we have a lot of money, and our house is just beautiful, and we can do and have whatever we want, basically whenever we want. And I, Nymphadora Hermione Weasley, am the eldest Fairytale Princess. My life- and Antoinette's, seeing as she does everything I do- that I'm living is probably the most watched and scrutinized life in the wizarding world; I've been in the Daily Prophet eight times for going to various balls and cotillions, and Antoinette has been in it six times.

You may ask, 'Why aren't Sirius, Lily, Allison, and Elisabeth watched as much as you two?' Maybe it's because we're the oldest girls. Maybe because Sirius is too shy and he doesn't go out much. Maybe it's because Elisabeth, Lily, and Allison don't go out as much as we do, either, and when they do they're always surrounded by their friends and you can't see them.

But I know why Antoinette Aurelia- she shares my Mum's middle name- Weasley and I are watched more than any of the others. We have a habit of screwing up. And screwing up in public. Like the time I dumped red wine down my white cotillion dress,- on complete purpose, I hate cotillions- making the Daily Prophet print papers that stated, 'Eldest Weasley Girl An Alcoholic At Young Age?' or when Antoinette and I shot an obscene hand gesture at one of the photographers and they publicly questioned our parents' actions at raising us. We mess up, the papers print it, and try to make it seem like the fame of our families has gone to our heads.

I'm living the life of a Fairytale Princess, and I think that I can justify the fact that I'm doing a terrible job of it.