It's hard to be a Hufflepuff when you're a Weasley.
Hufflepuffs are kind. They're cheerful, they're sweet, and they're generous. And they just aren't made to live in a world filled with brawny, loud Gryffindors with unmeasured amounts of bravery (and, in some cases, stupidity). They aren't made to live in a family of Ravenclaws, who fight everything with cold, hard logic and only take or give if they see a clear reason, and can outwit anyone.
Hufflepuffs tend to get drowned out in that kind of crowd, especially when you stopped being cute years ago and now you're just the young tagalong who can't do anything right and gets picked last for Quidditch every time.
My name is Lucy Weasley. I am that Hufflepuff. And I can never seem to catch a break.
It's my sixth year at Hogwarts. The one person I really looked up to, my cousin Dominique, is gone now. Off to learn how to keep Muggles safe from Wizarding pranks with Granddad, all the way across the Atlantic in America with my Goddaughter, Casey. To save the Muggle world, really. It's terrifying, now that I've got no one except for Lily and Hugo, who are really too busy being beautiful and smart and just generally perfect (Lily) and being able to answer any question and being a geek in a good kind of way (Hugo) to pay any attention to their baby cousin. Why would the Head Girl and Head Boy even give me the time of day?
So I fade into the background. I'm at the very edge of every family photo. I stay out of sight and out of mind. But I don't want that for anyone else, whether they're a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw or even a Gryffindor.
I'm going to grow up. And I'm going to "grow into myself," like people always say I will (and I'm really hoping they aren't lying) and I'm going to teach Charms and be the Head of Hufflepuff House. I'm going to make every single child in that school feel like they have something to offer.
I'm going to make sure that what happened to me never happens to them.