Standard disclaimer applies.  I know there is no way in Hell, J.K. Rowling would even touch this touch this idea.  Also, thanks go to Nokia for this idea. She's sitting on my floor playing with my cat at this moment, trying to figure out where this idea came from and saying I'm sick and twisted. Thank you, Nokia.

Alyson Lily Weasley propped herself up on one elbow. She looked down at her voice operated diary and began speaking. "Annabelle, my life is so messed up! I've always thought it strange that out of all my so-called siblings, I'm the only one with black hair and pale white skin. Guess what?"

            "What?" the diary asked her, truly interested in this bit of gossip. "You're adopted?" Annabelle guessed.

"Right!" the soon-to-be fifteen year old said in frustration.  "You guessed it in one try and I've had nearly FIFTEEN YEARS to notice!!!!!!! I wouldn't even know but Uncle Sev said something really strange last week in Potions."

"What did he say?" Annabelle asked her mistress. She knew that things had always been less than perfect in Ally's Potions class, but this was getting ridiculous. If Ally would take her to Severus Snape, she would give him a piece of her mind!

Ally started to pace around the cramped closet-size room she had claimed at her parents' home. "Well, you know that last week was end of year finals. And you also know that unlike everyone else in my family, I'm in Slytherin, right?"

"Right," Annabelle agreed. This at least was safe territory.  They'd discussed this at length nearly five years before at the start of Ally's first year.  At the time she'd seemed upset over more than just being placed in Slytherin but Annabelle was so not nosy.  She was simply concerned.  Truly.

"Well, when the Sorting Hat picked my brain, it said something really strange. It said, 'One parent from Gryffindor, but the other belonging in Slytherin. Their power is combined in you, young lady. So I think that you belong in….SLYTHERIN!' I tried my best to forget about it, and I thought I'd succeeded until Uncle Sev announced at the end of the final that we have a new DADA teacher next year.  Because no one lasts more than three years, and that's only been Professor Carlton who died two years ago, none of us were surprised.  What took me by surprise was what happened next."

"What happened next?" Annabelle asked, her ire rising with every word her mistress spoke. She so wanted to kill Ron and Hermione Weasley and Severus Snape. 

"He told me that Professor Malfoy-Potter would be very interested in me. Because Professor Justus," she paused here, recalling the perverted teacher she'd had for DADA during her third year, "liked me and my womanly attributes, I thought this one might be like him.  But Uncle Sev told me that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He told me that and I quote, 'Draco messing around with a female? That's a laugh!  Besides, his husband would kill him!'  After I looked at him like he'd grown horns, he continued.  'Besides, I think there's a law against relatives sleeping with their other relations.'  And then, he wouldn't fucking tell me what he meant."

"Alyson Lily Weasley!" Annabelle said shocked. "DO NOT USE SUCH LANGUAGE!" But after getting rid of her motherly instincts she continued, "But what did he mean?"

"I still have no clue.  The only thing," and here she added more sarcasm than normal, "Mum and Dad would tell me is that I'm adopted.  They wouldn't tell me anything else."

"Well," someone drawled from the doorway, "that explains why you looked ready to whip out your wand and say, 'Avada Kedavara (the killing curse).'"

"Hey, Mike," Ally said quietly.  "Come on in." Mike was the same age as her, but unlike Ally, had known for years that he was adopted. "Mike, when Mum and Dad first told you, what did you do?"

"I threw every thing I could find at them and then, and only then, I asked why I had the same red hair as Dad." Mike looked at the girl who was not only his sister but also his best friend.  He hadn't really ever struggled with being adopted because he'd only been eight when they'd told him and he fit into the family.  But Ally had always struggled to fit into the large, noisy Weasley family.  What the hell was she going to do now?

"But why do you?" she asked in puzzlement. 

"Like with you they wouldn't tell me but I kept pestering everyone in the family until Uncle Fred finally told me.  According to him, Aunt Ginny, the youngest of Dad's siblings, got pregnant just before graduation.  She never told my birth father, one Neville Longbottom, and died in childbirth.  Mum and Dad had just gotten married and they volunteered to adopt me."

"But how should I figure out who my birth parents are?" she asked desperately. And then as an idea occurred to both siblings, Annabelle spoke up.

"Perhaps," she said slowly, "you should do as Mike has done. Perhaps you should also bug your family."

Michael and Alyson exchanged glances, grinned eerily similar grins, and then exchanged hi-fives. "Alright!" Ally said quietly, looking for all the world like the hell-raising tomboy she once had been.

Read and review people! And, please guess who her parents are! Nokia, u can't guess, cuz u know exactly who they are!