Secret Sister

Prologue

Dear Diary,

My name's Flora Hope. My name might sound pretty, happy go lucky but, honestly, I'm really ugly. I'm not curvy or slim or doll like… My skin just hangs like rags and my hair is limp and lifeless, just like me. I have plain brown eyes and dark brown hair that may as well be mud. That's a good word for me – mud. Disgusting, smelly, ugly. My family thinks the same; they always tell me how gross I am, because my mother who died giving birth to me was a squib. No one knows about her. The Hope family are prejudiced pure bloods who believe muggles are stupid pigs ad should die painfully, every last one of them. Not me, though. I always run off to the muggle world when I'm down. I prayed I was a squib so they'd disown me and I could live normally. They have lollypop ladies and postmen. But I'm a pure blood witch, I'm destined to marry a bliddy wizard and die full of regret. I have three older brothers, Blunt (21 and married, lives in Japan. Believes every word his family utter, his wife whose name I can't remember thinks the same, the bitch.1 son called Kame.) Eli is 19 and is the product of my fathers' affair; he's a half blood and plays professional Quidditch for the Wimborne Wasps. He's my favorite brother because he constantly rebels against the families beliefs. But they can't disown him because he's famous, he plays chaser and is excellent. He's not married or anything but there's been plenty of rumors around him, which increases my opinion of him everyday. Mark is 15 but doesn't go to school. I think… Well, putting it bluntly he's an Unspeakable. And a genius. He never speaks of his work but I can tell it's important. The family are all very impressed with him but he doesn't seem to care. It's like he's a philosopher or something. He always seems so peaceful.

I'm just starting Hogwarts today. I'm on the train right now. Diary, these are going to be the only years of freedom I'm ever going to have. I hate my family so much; I'm not going into Slytherin. No, I'm going to go in Gryffindor, just out of spite. I'm going to be the most shameful daughter they can ever have and I'm going to publicly embarrass them at every chance I get. Maybe I'm signing my death sentence but I stayed at Roses last night. She's a pure blood Gryffindor in her fourth year. Rose Lewis is one of the most well known girls in Hogwarts. Why? She's a total slag. But that's fine because I want, need to be like her. She's just gone the loo. This morning she dressed me in fake tan and the tiniest skirt in existence. I know I'll have to sleep with guys and sink to unbelievably slutty levels but I'll do whatever it takes, I'll even strip in magazines. Anything to get payback after what they've done to me. No, to us. Me and Eli. My fathers' first wife was a total bitch and gave the world Blunt. Eli's mum was just an affair, unwanted. Then father and my step mother got back together and Mark was born. Then he went off with my mother for awhile and died. But she was a squib. She kept it a secret. Father hates her for that and takes his anger out on me.

If I become a slut, my family will disown me. I can move on, get that little shop in Diagon Alley, make ends meet by selling my flowers, minor healing potions and maybe a few palm reads. Maybe I'll have a caring husband who'll accept me. I don't care if he's a muggle, squib or whatever, as long as he loves me. I might even have a few kids. I'd give anything, including my own reputation to have that. Anything. If I don't succeed, when I become of age I'll be a Death Eater, being hunted by the ministry, trying to follow the Dark Lord as best as I can so he doesn't kill me. On top of that, avoiding Azkaban. Just the life any girl would want.

Lots of love,

Flora.

I put my slightly old diary away in my bag, carefully locking it. I didn't want anyone to read it. Even Eli hadn't read it. Rose wasn't back yet but I wasn't surprised, she took ages covering her face in slap. That would be me in a few years. Damn. A red head looking frustrated suddenly entered my compartment.

"Can I sit here?" she asked and I nodded because I didn't like sitting on my own.

"I'm Flora. Flora Hope," I said, wondering if would scare her off.

"Lily Evans. I'm a muggle so I don't really know much about this…"

"I like your name. It's pretty," and I meant it. How I'd give to be so naturally beautiful like that.

"Thanks. Gosh, I just had to escape for a little bit. These boys were bothering me."

"I understand. Sometimes, you just have to get away."

I liked Lily a lot, her witty humor and opinionated mind set her apart, and she was different. She was just… Amazing. But we lost track of time, I knew Rose would be back sooner rather than later. I couldn't let Lily be in my life, she was too young, too innocent.

"Be my friend?" she asked.

With that question, we sealed our fate. I couldn't lie to her, not after how nice she had been to me. I gave her a quick summary of why I couldn't be her friend.

She pouted, "Then be my secret sister!"

How could I refuse? She took a ring I wore on my finger and took hers. She performed a quick spell and the two started glowing.

"If I need you or if you need me, we say the others name in the ring. Then, the ring will start glowing. The others ring will guide them. We can meet whenever we want to. Promise me, no matter what, you'll be my secret sister."

With her pale skin and flaming hair, we were complete opposites. She was shorter than me, smarter than me, prettier than me… How could we ever be sisters? But this Lily Evans, she was everything I wanted. Even if I told myself I needed to be a slut, a part f me would always long to be like Lily.

"I promise," I found myself saying, "No matter what, I will always be your secret sister."

With that, Lily ran out of the compartment because we both heard high heel clomps. My new 'friend' Rose Lewis was approaching to ruin my life.

A/N: The next chappie will be a tad longer, okay? I'm working on it. It'll be a bit of a long winded story sooooo yeah. As usual, I love you all! I know you love me to but I'm insecure. That means review, got it? Good. The more the merrier. Bye bye, baby, baby goodbye….