Once upon a time... Who the hell am I kidding. This isn't a fairy tale. I just found out I was a bloody wizard. I also found out that I'd be going to the same school as her. Who's her? My older sister. Lily. She would be going into third year and I would be going into first. Fantastic. I thought that spending time away from her was heaven and now I'm going to go to the same school as her. I get to go to the same school as Lily 'fucking perfect' Evans.

So I guess it's kind of hard to understand why I'm reacting like this. And maybe my life will even be better with just being with one member of the family instead of three. So let me explain why I'm reacting this way. Just to clear a few things up. Just so you can understand my point of view.

The Beginning

So, before I was born, my family was really happy. Or at least, they seemed to be. My mum was having an affair. Nobody knew. I mean, her husband was really busy with work, she had to watch two little girls all by herself. Who wouldn't be a little stressed. Anyways. She got pregnant from the affair. She passed it off to her husband for a while. Her husband and children were ecstatic. A new member of the family. The woman, my mum, wasn't Ecstatic. She was counting the days until she would have to explain to her husband and children that it wasn't his baby.

Months later, the Baby was born. Pitch black hair on top of his head. Beautiful. That's how all the nurses described him. He seemed so beautiful. Everyone thought he was the most beautiful person they'd ever seen. Iris. That's what they named him. Deep down, the man knew. This couldn't be his baby. Nobody on his side of the family had Black hair. All of them had Red and Blonde hair. All of the members of the mothers side of the family had Blonde and brown hair.

He knew. So he confronted his wife. After months of the baby being home. He confronted her and she admitted her wrong doings. Saying that it only happened once. That the man had tricked her somehow. The Husband forgave his wife. Raising the child as his own.

Until the child was four. At the age of four, the child could get any knowledge he wanted out of anybody. He found out about the affair. His siblings had also found out. They were confused. What did mommy mean when she called Iris a Bastard? They didn't know until they asked her. She sat them down and explained. A bastard was an illegitimate child. A child from outside the marriage while they were married.

So the boy's siblings also started calling him a Bastard. The man, who wasn't actually his father, never called him a Bastard. He never called him anything. He ignored his existence. His sisters and mother blamed him for their father and husband always being at work. They hated him for almost ruining the family. Though, they never sent him away. As if sending him away was something too good for him. Like he didn't deserve an escape from their name calling.

So the boy distanced himself from them. He hid his emotions from them. He turned himself cold. All for the sake of never being hurt by them. He knew this wasn't how a family was supposed to be. He knew that. Did he even count as part of the family? They never took him anywhere. Did anyone even know he existed? Besides the nurses and Doctor that delivered him, nobody did.

So he was the freak. He was cold. He had no emotions and they couldn't stand that. They'd call him a Bastard and he'd have the worst reaction they could think of. No reaction at all. He wasn't like them. He was strange. He was a freak who rarely even spoke to them. He was a stranger in their house. No. He was the child of a stranger in their house. That was much worse.

End of story.

That is me. I am Iris Evans. I am a blank book. You write a sentence in me and it disappears. You shred me and nothing happens because I'm blank. You just wasted all the effort over nothing. No reaction. Nobody knows my story because my pages don't tell one. Finally. I'll tell it. I'll let it envelope you. Now, somebody will know my story. All because I have to go to the same retched school as my sister. All because I'm a wizard.

I think me being a little upset over living with these people is warranted. I mean. One ignores me. Three of them Call me a Bastard and every other insult that anyone could possibly dream up. Now I have to go to school with the one that formerly hated me the same amount as the rest but now hates me more because she isn't as special anymore.

I literally make them contradict themselves. They call me a freak because I'm a wizard but Mum and her Dad call Lily amazing because she's a witch. I literally make Petunia able to stand being around Lily if it means they get to throw insults at me. So yes. It's warranted for me to find it completely horrid that I will be going to the same school as Lily Evans.