From day one, I was a fighter. I was born small, but I came out kicking and screaming, I have never taken no for an answer. My dad calls me feisty, my mom calls me Love, but my brothers call me annoying. I call them boys. When they get really out of hand, my mom just whispers, "Don't let it bother you, they're a different species." I agree.
But it's my brothers who have made me as strong as I am. They never took it easy on me, especially James. He never gave me any breaks just because I was a girl. Albus wasn't much better, however, he at least, knew when enough was enough. On the other hand, my mom and them call it a mixed blessing. They toughened me up, and now, hardly anything bothers me. And I know that deep down they care.
Teddy, on the other hand, is the sweetest boy I have ever met. He always brings something new for me, and twirls me around. My mom said he's a gentleman. I think he's amazing.
All of that is insignificant though. The important thing is the danger we're in. Dad and Uncle Ron aren't worried. However, Mom and Auntie are a different story. They tought me how to defend myself if I need to, and not to talk to strangers, even if they now my name. And a lot of strangers do.
I guess that's because my dad is famous. He tried to hide it from my brothers and I for a while, but eventually we found out. Once, when we were playing hide and seek we found the newspaper clippings. He saved the entire wizarding world. Mom refuses to tell me how. All she says is that we're lucky to have such a brave father.
The one thing dad does tell me is all the adventures he went on. Every night before bed he tells me another little bit of the story. I wish he could go one forever but mom's always there to say when it's getting too late. (She also corrects him when he's being too modest.)
If Dad's a good story teller, than Uncle Ron is the best. He makes them much funnier and scarier then the way Dad tell them. However, I don't think he tells the truth the whole time because Mom and Auntie roll their eyes whenever he says something particularly funny. Dad just laughs, sometimes so hard, he cries.
A lot of the stories are about Hogwarts. Both my brothers go there, and someday I will too. I can't wait. Me and my cousins talk about it every time we can. And each week, a get a letter from each of my brothers telling me what they're doing. One day, I'll be the one writing letters to Mom and Dad.
But right now, all mom and dad do is talk about the danger. They won't tell me what the danger is, and I can't see it because nothing has changed except for all the whispering. Mom and Auntie talk all the time but stop when I enter the room. And sometimes Dad does it too. And even though I try to listen. They always stop when I get within hearing distance. That bothers me. I wish that they would tell me what's going on, but I know that's not going to happen.
The only thing I know is that whatever does happen: I'll be ready.