Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime

The Weasley's were a very well known family in the wizarding community. Depending on who you asked, you'd get one of two responses: (1) they're a lovely family with high family values, and everyone wishes to have a family like that or (2) that they are a disgrace to pureblood wizards. It was a massive family with a plump woman and a Muggle-obsessed man who fell in love and decided that raising seven kids with the little money they had was a great idea. Molly always tells everyone it was because they always wanted a girl and was not going to give up until she got one. My parents were best friends with Molly and Arthur. Arthur was in charge of training the new kid to work at the ministry; he only agreed since they would give him a small bonus and with Molly pregnant with their first kid the money was necessary.

In a weird turn of events, Arthur ended up enjoying the company of my father so much during the training that he invited my parents over for dinner. They learned so much about each other such as how they were both from pureblood families and how the couples met their respective others. Molly and Arthur dated throughout most of their time at Hogwarts while my parents only started dating after my mom left and weren't married. They talked about how they didn't know each other during Hogwarts since Molly and Arthur were Gryffindors while my parents were Slytherins. My father was a year younger than the couple at 20 while my mom was three years younger at 18.

Despite all the differences, they instantly became best friends, and my mother was even asked to be the Weasley's first son's godmother. Two years later, Molly and my mother became pregnant at the same time, and my parents rushed a wedding with the excellent help of Molly, who was the maid of honor. Near the end of the year, I was born, and then a month later Charlie Weasley came to the world. Being so close in age, we were immediately best friends while I bothered Bill more like a baby sister would annoy her brother. The Weasley's were my other family and Molly saw me as a daughter she didn't have. When it was close to Charlie's and I's fourth birthday, Molly had another son, Percy. My mother saw how happy I was with the boys and she wanted me to be that happy at home.

So, my mother tried to give me a sibling, but after of nothing, she went to a healer who bared the horrible news that another child would kill her. My father threw himself into his work, and before he knew it, they moved him into another department that paid more. He was now working with super proud purebloods, who would invite him for drinks after work.

It must have been a mixture of hanging out with purebloods and the heartbreak my mother went through when she found out that Molly was pregnant, again, with twins, but that was the year I stopped seeing Charlie and Bill. My parents wanted me to have different friends, I was six at the time, so I didn't understand. But now I was eleven years old, and I realized what my parents did. My parents chose Voldemort's side while the Weasley's chose against him.

That ruined the friendship between us and I cannot forget the last time I saw the Weasley's. Charlie and I cried, not wanting to let go of each other. Bill, who was eight at the time, promised me that I would see them again soon.

The next time I saw the two older Weasley boys were during my first year. I had stepped out of the train and looked up at the castle in awe.

"That's the face you made when you hit your buldger," Charlie chuckled.

I just rolled my eyes and ignored him but he smirked towards my direction and the last thing he said to me before we met up again in our sixth year was, "I hope to see you around, Heather Powell."

Who knew that boy would be the death of me?