Prologue
Not At All Ready
In the world that I lived in to call my father a hero is a bit of an understatement, well that is at least according to my siblings. To call him a good person is very much understated according to my siblings. They think of him as "The Chosen One" or "The Boy Who Lived". Actually it got even worse than that with the name "The Slayer of the Dark Lord". Merlin knows who came up with that name but when I find out who did I'd personally like to hex them in the chest.
For many years I have denied being a part of my whole family for many reasons. The first reason being that I cannot stand any of them. From my less than intellectual siblings and parents to my relatives, the dreaded Potter-Weasley-Delacours; I've never really liked most of them. Why you ask? I was born into a family I didn't want to be born into to be perfectly honest. I'm famous for only one thing and that is, I'm Harry Potter's spawn. It gets very tiring very quickly.
I don't think that my father can understand why I resent them all so much. Minnie says it's because I'm just a bit weird, Albus, fathers little wonder boy, just ignores me half the time and my relationship with my twin brother James has been frosty to say the least since we were young. The less said about mine and James' relationship the better. It was the source of many of not only my mirgraines but also my mother's. I think part of our troublesome relationship came from the fact that while I would rather stay out of the spotlight, James would hurtle himself into it at full speed.
People hunger fame, well I can tell you it's a load of nonsense really. I can't walk anywhere without someone saying "Your Harry Potter's daughter!" It gets old real fast let me tell you. My first year at Hogwarts was vile. It was me and James against the world at the beginning. That was until James realised that he adored his fame and could use it to the best advantage. James is determined to out-do our father in the trouble making and heroic stakes, it's quite sweet really… ok it isn't but it amuses me to no end. I now spend 95% of my time hauled up in the library talking to my cousins, the only one I can stand that is, Victoire and Rose. If I didn't have them I'd have to be sectioned in St Mungo's for an addled brain.
But part of me knew that I was lucky. I did have an amazing family even if I didn't like them that much. My family was still together, they were happy. I had a complete family but that was before. Before things blew up in our faces and truths that were never meant to be discovered were hurtled at us in full speed. I suddenly had to grow up and face things that I never wanted to. I had to accept that my family was hiding a lot of secrets that would soon worm their way out of the woodwork and pollute my whole life. The least amusing thing of all was that I was not ready one tiny bit.
Author's Note: This fanfiction is HEAVILY AU. There are characters in this that are alive but died in the books, characters that are original and relationships that are not canon. The ages of the characters are different etc. I'm basically telling you this so you don't get confused down the line and wonder why this is so AU.