I always wanted to be normal in the standards left by my mother and my father. I was 3 years old when my mother and father were killed. My mother and maternal family were killed by the dark lord himself. My father and my uncle on the other hand were killed by some of the dark lords minions, Death Eaters. My twin brother and I survived. We now live with our Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur.
"JEMMA EMMELINE PREWITT I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" My brother, Sam told me.
"Sam I'm sorry I really wasn't my fault!" "Oh really then whose fault is it?" "Fred and George." "Enough said." "Why would I do that to you?" "I don't know, because you are my sister." "I really don't want to go back to Hogwarts this year Sam. It's not going to be the same. I mean since Cedric died last year there is no hope." I say with tears streaming down my face. "Don't ever say that, mom never gave up hope neither did dad." "Yeah and look where that got them! They are dead. We have been orphans since we were three. I think I can abandoned the thought of hope. I mean Cedric was my best friend. I deserve to give up a little hope. OKAY? Now if you excuse me I am going to help Molly.""Jem, wait..."