Ambivalence
Chapter One.
So It Begins.
To live in the limelight of her parents glory wasn't as pleasant as most made it to be, being the oldest Weasley attracted a lot of attention.
Emilia Elizabeth Weasley parents were part of the famed golden trio, who defeated the dark lord just before she was born. So since infancy photographers had invaded her life to the point that Hogwarts was her only relief, there wasn't a week gone by that her family wasn't in the papers.
Emilia had been on countless covers of numerous magazines throughout her life, always smiling alongside her parents and siblings. So for as long as she could remember, there had always been speculation about her in the media. You see, she wasn't the normal Weasley. She had her father's height, but that was as far as shared genetics from the Weasley clan she had.
Looking at the latest edition of the Daily Prophet celebrating yet another remarkable achievement of her mothers, she stood behind her mother choosing instead to stand next to her Father Ron, while her two younger siblings were on either side of her mother. There they stood the proud Weasley-Granger clan.
Her younger brother Hugo, just about to start at Hogwarts looked every bit like her dad. Flaming red hair, freckled skin, tall and lanky an exact replica of Ron again no similarities with Faith.
It was a little closer with her youngest sibling, Rose. She was only five, but didn't have the red hair or freckled skin. She looked like her mother Hermonie instead, dark blonde bushy hair and bright hazel eyes.
Emilia looked at her reflection on her breakfast spoon, clear pale skin with only the faintest of freckles on the bridge of her nose. High cheek bones, with grey steely eyes. But what had annoyed her since her childhood was her pale blond hair. She was a stunning seventeen year old, always complimented and treated like a princess.
Emilia looked around the dining table, it was the last breakfast before her and Hugo were to leave for Hogwarts. She watched her family, her father reading the latest Quidditch scores and writing down notes to take to the bookmakers later.
Her mother desperately trying to get Rose to eat and not throw her food across the table, Rose was a little terror when it came to breakfast.
While her brother Hugo, sat there in silence having not touched his food. Emilia knew he was nervous about the sorting ceremony. A couple of months ago, her father had come home having had a couple of beverages from the nearby pub. He came in loudly into Hugos room, waking the poor boy up. Telling him over and over again that he must choose Gryffindor as his house, it had been that all Weasleys were to enter the noble house of Gryffindor.
Emilia remembered her father slurring her name, but her mother has dragged his sorry self into their room to receive a very long lecture. He hadn't touched a drink since that night.
But she saw it, every year… walking down the stairs to leave in her house colours. The disappointment in her families eyes, before that drunken night she had thought her father just had a old prejudice. But knowing now, being a disappointment over something out of her control was crushing to her.
So as she walked down stairs, this last time towards her last senior year at Hogwarts. The look from her father was something she was never going to forget. He didn't look at her, the moment their eyes met he turned his head away towards the door.
Were her silver and green robes really that horrid and offending to him.
She almost missed the step below and suffered a small heart attack but quickly regained herself then rushing out of the door, at a distance she heard her mother scold her father for being an idiot.
Her brother followed her out of the house in silence.
At the train station, she quickly met up with the rest of her extended family. Her uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny were there waiting for them with their son Albus who would also be beginning Hogwarts with Hugo.
Emilia's Cousin Victoire was there, making sure all the first years were behaving and finding cabins. She hated her cousin with a passion, Victoire was undoubtedly beautiful. But she was a mean spirited one and now this year she was going to be head girl. A position that Emilia should have gotten…
Emilia went to hug her father to say goodbye but was brushed off as he had to tighten a shoelace of his, she to brushed off the rejection and embraced her mother who looked like she was on the verge of tears.
She pulled away from her mother and saw that a tear was running down her cheek. Emilia wiped the tear away with her thumb and smiled at her mother.
"I'm so sorry Emilia" her mother said in a hushed voice.
Emilia smiled again and kissed her mother's cheek before leaving to find her usual solitary cabin on the train. She didn't give her dad a single look, if he didn't pay her any affection then why should she to him.