A/N: And here's Chapter 1 of Alana Weasley. This is only a quick overview of her history. There won't be any of the OC's I picked in this chapter, only the ones that I invented (Alana, Juliet, and Twila)
Chapter 1: A Bit About Myself
Hi, my name is Alana Katherine Weasley, but everyone calls me Lana.
I was born on February 28th, 1980, only two days before my cousin, Ron Weasley, was born. Yes, Ron is my cousin, so are the rest of the Weasleys. My parents are Mark Weasley (Arthur Weasley's brother) and Katherine Farine-Weasley. When I was born, my mum was really sick and we couldn't go home until a week after I was born, just to make sure that she was fine. Although my mum was better, she was still sick, which caused her to die when I was one year old. My dad was sent to Azkaban when I was 6, for a crime he didn't commit (like Sirius's case). The crime was for killing five Muggles in front of eye-witnesses. It wasn't him, although, it was another wizard, and my dad just happened to be there. He took the blame for it, because the other wizard got away, and he knew that the rest of the people there were Muggles. But I'll tell you the full story later.
When my dad was sent to Azkaban, I was sent to live with my uncle, aunt, and cousins, otherwise known as Aunt Molly, Uncle Arthur, and the Weasleys.
When I got to the Burrow, I stood in shock in the front hall. There were seven kids total, some older than others. I saw one boy pull his sister's hair. She gave him a death glare and then punched him. She started laughing and I did too. When they heard me laugh, all the kids stopped and looked at me.
"Who are you?" the one who looked oldest said.
"Alana Weasley," I mumbled.
"Well, hi Lana," he said. I realized they could only hear the "Lana" part, so that's what they call me now. "I'm Bill Weasley. I'm going into my fifth year at Hogwarts. This is Charlie," he said motioning to another child that looked a little younger than him. "Percy," a boy with horn-rimmed glasses that looked 11, stepped forward and said, "Hello, my name is Percival Mark Weasl—" he started, but didn't finish, as a pair of twins pushed him out of the way, knocking him to the ground.
"MUM!" Percy yelled.
"Yes, dear," Aunt Molly said, coming into the front hall.
"Fred and George pushed me to the ground and broke my glasses," he replied, holding up his broken glasses.
Aunt Molly said a spell which repaired them and turned to the twins who were smiling identical creepy smiles. "Now, Fred, George," she said.
"Yes Mother," they said in unison, still with their creepy smiles on.
"Did you push your brother down?"
"No Mother," the one on the right said.
"We would never do—" the one on the left said,
"—a thing like that," the one on the right finished.
"Don't listen to them Mum!" Percy exclaimed. "They did it and their lying!"
"Fred, George," Aunt Molly said. "No seconds for you at dinner,"
"Okay," they said, looking ashamed. When Aunt Molly left, they introduced themselves to me.
"Hi, I'm Fred," the one on the right said.
"And I'm George," the one on the left said.
"We're twins!" they finished together.
"Yes, they're twins," Bill said, then he whispered to me, "They're pranksters. Don't mess with them."
"I'm Ron," the youngest boy said. He looked about my age. "I'm six."
"Why did you say that?" I asked him.
"I just like people to know how old I am," he said proudly.
"Stop hogging her, Ronald," the little girl said. He gave her a death glare. He obviously didn't like to be called by his full name. "I'm Ginny Weasley. I'm the only girl of the children and the youngest."
"Well now you have me," I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused. All the other children looked confused, too.
"I'm staying here forever. My mum is dead and my dad's in Azkaban." Ginny's face lightened up.
"Yay!" she exclaimed. "Now I have a sister. Not a real sister, but close enough!"
"Wait," Charlie said. "You said your dad's in Azkaban?"
"Yes."
"So Uncle Mark's in jail!" Charlie exclaimed. "He was my favorite uncle. He always told me stories about dragons when I was younger."
"Yes, Mark was a favorite," Uncle Arthur said, coming into the room. "But he was a secret Death Eater. He killed five Muggles in front of eye-witnesses."
"My dad was a secret Death Eater!" I exclaimed. The other children said pretty much the same thing.
"Yes, Lana, he was," Uncle Arthur said. I started crying. Bill put his arm around me.
"I never thought that my dad. My own dad, would be a Death Eater. He was so nice."
"Well, all Death Eaters are nice to their children and most relatives."
"Arthur!" Aunt Molly yelled from the kitchen. "You are not supposed to tell the child like this!" She ran into the room and comforted me.
"Its okay, Lana," she said. "Let's go have some dinner. I made chicken."
"But I don't like chicken," I said.
"You'll change your mind after you have Mum's chicken," Ginny said. "It's the best!"
And, in fact, she was right. Every time after that, I asked for fourths on her chicken and I always got it.
One day, when I was seven, Percy was bugging me to no end, telling me annoying facts that he had told me the day before. That afternoon, when we were having dinner, he said a fact about garden gnomes that I had heard my whole life. He got on my last nerve. My hair stood on end and turned a fiery orange and my eyes were the color of frames. Everyone gasped.
"What?" I asked.
"You-your hair," Ginny said. "It looks like it's on fire."
"What?" I said. Aunt Molly conjured up a mirror and handed it to me. I looked at it, and it did look like it was on fire.
"What's happening?" I asked, scared.
"Lana, listen," Uncle Arthur said. "You might be a Metamorphmagus."
"What's that?"
"It means that you have a rare gift that allows you to change your appearance at will. So try turning your hair pink. Just concentrate on the color pink." I concentrated really hard on pink. And suddenly, everyone gasped.
"It worked," Charlie said in shock.
From then on, I knew I was a Metamorphmagus. The way I liked my hair was magenta pink with blond streaks. One day, I changed my features to look like Ginny, and Aunt Molly said, "Ginny, I thought you were in your room."
I burst out laughing and changed back to myself. Aunt Molly nearly had a heart attack. "You are getting more like Fred and George every day."
One day, when I was 8, I met my best friends in the whole wide world: Juliet Blackshade and Twila Hart. Here's the story:
One day, in early September, after Bill, Charlie, and Percy already left for Hogwarts, Aunt Molly called for a family meeting.
We all gathered in the living room. I look over at Fred and George, they were whispering hurriedly together. I quickly said, "Hey guys!" They jumped and I started laughing.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing," they said, a little too quickly. I gave them a knowing look, and they said that they were planning a prank.
"On who?" I asked.
"Percy," Fred whispered.
"But he's not here," I sadi.
"It'll be during Christmas holidays," George whispered. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to Ginny.
"Can you braid my hair?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, and I started to braid the ginger's hair. 5 minutes later, when I put a ponytail holder at the end of the ginger braid, Aunt Molly walked in and sat in her chair.
"What's up, Mum?" Ron asked her.
"Well, I realized that since you children haven't been educated yet, I thought that we could start homeschooling," she repliesd.
"Well, that sounds good," Ginny said, playing with her braid.
"And there's a new family that lives a mile down the road and they have a daughter Lana's age. And we'll also invite the youngest Hart," she finished.
"What?" I said. "We can't invite Twila 'Ugly-Face' Hart! She's so self-centered. One time, when we were degnomeing the garden, she was sunbathing and said, 'Oh look, the little Weasels are out doing work. We have house-elves for that.' For that, I aimed a gnome right for her face. Remember that guys?" I asked the twins. They burst out laughing.
"We have to, her parents work all the time and she stays home every day with only the house-elf for company. I asked her parents—"
"Probably made her stay out in the street," Fred mumbled.
"—and they said that they would like that."
"Was there anything else they said?" Ginny asked, knowing that the Harts despised blood-traitors.
"Oh! To make sure that we don't rub off on her. I don't know what that means," she said. But I knew what it meant: That they don't want our blood-traitor ideas to inspire her. "They will be here tomorrow. Be on your best behavior," she said, eyeing Fred and George.
The next day, Aunt Molly woke us up at six. In the morning! She said that the Harts and the Blackshades would Floo here at seven, so she had to make breakfast. She also told me that I would have to change my hair color, as it wouldn't make a good impression. So I quickly changed it to chocolate brown and wavy. I quickly ate my breakfast and went back upstairs to mine and Ginny's room to get changed.
I wore my flowery pink top with jean shorts and silver flip flops. Aunt Molly called us to come down, as the Blackshades and the Harts would be here any minute. I walked down the stairs and into the living room.
I waited for a couple of minutes before the fireplace flames turned green, and in the flames was a girl with light brown hair tied up in a ponytail, surrounded by two adults who looked like her.
"Hi," the woman said. "My name's Luna Blackshade, and this is my husband Ethan Blackshade, and our daughter, Juliet."
Juliet feebly waved. I bounded up to her and said, "Hi! I'm Lana Weasley. These are only some of my cousins. There's Fred and George, the twins, Ron, and Ginny."
She looked at her feet and mumbled, "Hi."
"You don't talk much, do you?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well, that'll all change after a month. Soon, you'll be loud like me! Sorry!" I said, as she covered her ears. We talked, well, I talked, for a little bit while Aunt Molly talked to Mr. and Mrs. Blackshade.
Suddenly, the flames turned green again, and, this time, only one person came out. A girl with dirty blond hair with unnatural green streaks in it. Twila Hart. She just strutted out of the fireplace and walked over to us.
"Hi," Juliet mumbled to Twila. I just gave her a glare. She looked at me, confused.
Then, Mr. and Mrs. Blackshade walked over to Juliet and told her that they were leaving. Aunt Molly told me to show Juliet and Twila my room. I, grudgingly did as she told.
When I got to my room, I sat down on my bed and said to Twila, "Why are you here? You hate us."
"I don't hate you. I don't hate anyone, except my family. They are so pure-blood obsessed. I hate it," she said.
"Wait, so you don't hate us?" I asked, confused.
"No. I'm pretty sure I already said that," she said.
"I have no idea what's going on here," Juliet said.
"Well, why do you pretend to hate us?" I asked, ignoring Juliet.
"Because if my family found out that I like Muggles, I would be kicked out of the family and have nowhere to go," she said. "And I would be disgraced."
"Well, you'll eventually have to tell them," Juliet said, finally catching on.
"I know, but I was going to wait until I go to Hogwarts," she said, starting to cry. I put a comforting arm around her.
"It's okay," I said. "Actually, I'm glad we're telling secrets, cuz I hate this hair color." I quickly changed it to my normal magenta and blond. They gasped. "Yeah, I'm a Metamorphmagus. Are you one too?" I asked Twila.
"No, I dyed my hair green, just to be rebellious," she said.
"I'm a werewolf," Juliet suddenly burst out.
"What?" Twila asked.
"My parents are werewolves, so me and my brothers are ones, too. I'm used to it, though. Now that they've invented the Wolfsbane Potion, I'm fine every full moon," she said. "Don't feel sorry for me. I just don't want to be one, but I have to get used to it. I'll have it until the day I die, unless someone invents something that helps cure it, which I doubt."
"Its okay, Jules," I said.
"Well, now that we've got everything off our chests, let's go downstairs," Twila said. "Is there any breakfast left, I'm starved."
"Well we made pancakes and eggs, simple breakfast," I said.
"Simple?" Juliet said. "A simple breakfast for me is toast without butter or anything."
On our way downstairs, we laughed and talked. When the rest of the family saw me laughing with Twila, they were confused, but I explained it too them later.
And, at the moment revealing our secrets, I knew that Twila, Juliet, and I were going to be best friends forever.
A/N: And that's it for Chapter 1. Next chapter will include some OC's and its about from when they get the Hogwarts letters to the Sorting.
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