For Xan's Goal Challenge. 545 words excluding title... From the POV of Molly's second cousin, mentioned in PS during the train ride, "I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we don't talk about him." Enjoy!

Family of Hypocrites

Everyone likes the Weasleys. They're red-haired, warm-hearted. Like the people of the North, they'd give you their last penny. So what's not to like about them?

Plenty, if you ask me. I have every reason to be bitter towards the Weasleys.

Arthur Weasley is a weak fraud who masquerades as the man of the house, when, really, he's under the thumb of his forceful wife.

His forceful wife who happens to be my second cousin.

Molly Prewett. Mother to seven children - six sons and a daughter. People always praise her love for them; her kindness towards the Muggleborns and the half-bloods. They don't see who – what – she really is.

A hypocritical bitch.

She was my heroine growing up. She protected me from Fabian and Gideon's teasing. She played with me when we were children. When my magic refused to show itself, she comforted me; told me it wouldn't matter; that she loved me anyway.

Huh! That was a lie; the most hurtful of all. Everything she told me was a lie, but that one hurt the most.

I should have known. She started to distance herself from me as soon as she went to Hogwarts and when my eleventh birthday passed without the arrival of a Hogwarts owl…well, she never spoke to me again.

Molly Prewett, who later married Arthur Weasley.

Arthur Weasley. My best friend. We were neighbours growing up. We were the misfits too. I had no magic. Arthur had magic, but he preferred to do things the Muggle way…or what he thought was the Muggle way…

So yeah, misfits. No wonder we were always lumped together. No wonder we got on so well.

But then he too betrayed me by falling in love with Molly. He fell head over heels in love. He would have done anything for her. In fact, he did. He cut off his friendship with me and immersed himself in the world he had so far shunned.

In some ways, I have to thank him. It was his behaviour that made me realise that I would never fit into the magical world. As soon as I could, I too turned my back.

I moved to Birmingham and became an accountant. I fell in love, a raven-haired girl called Anne. We had a family – three girls and two boys.

Molly and Arthur never cared though. Not once. Not when I sent them an invitation to Susanna's christening; not when I named my eldest son Arthur Fabian or my youngest Annabelle Molly.

They've turned their backs on me. They'll never look back. Well, nor do I. Not in their case. They don't deserve it.

I still read the Daily Prophet though. After all, the magical world was my world first. I like to keep abreast of what's happening. But I can't restrain a snort when I read about Arthur opposing Lucius Malfoy's Bill for the Oppression of Muggleborns; Molly mothering the Muggleborns that her children bring home; helping them to adjust to the magical world.

Why can't everyone see what they really are? I'd rather be faced with the Malfoys' prejudice than my second cousin's snobbery. At least the Malfoys are honest about their feelings.

My cousin and her family, on the other hand, are a family of hypocrites.