I'm nothing special. I'm not the Quidditch star like Dominique or the social butterfly like Lily. I'm nothing unique or amazing. I don't have any special qualities like the rest of the the Potter-Weasley clan. Nor am I talented like my cousins.

I only have my knowledge and my books with me. Everyone asks me if I really am part of the Potter-Weasley clan. After all, other than being the daughter of 2/3 of the Golden trio, I am nothing. Sure, I may be acknowledged as the Brightest Witch of my Generation. It doesn't mean a lot.

All people see when they look at me is a miniature version of my mom. I'll never be known as Rose Weasley but only as the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley.

People look at me in the hallways and they don't part like the Red Sea nor do they stare amiably while I walk to class. They bump and push and shove me because I'm a nerd and I'm a pushover and I'm invisible.

I get bullied by my dorm mates because I refuse to do their homework. I'm an outcast in my family because I actually follow the rules. I'm the traitor in the Potter-Weasley Clan because I'm not in Gryffindor or because I'm in Ravenclaw.

I have no one supporting me and yet I stand tall and proud. I hear the jeers and insults of my year mates and my cousins and yet I don't let it affect me. I face criticism from all and yet I'm satisfied with who I am.

I am often compared with my mother. Of course, I'm known as y mother's daughter. Not as my father, no. He would be insulted because his daughter is the Ravenclaw Keeper and the reason why Gryffindor has lost the Quidditch Cup for the past years.

I am said to be the perfect mix of my parents. I got the brains of my mother and the physical endurance and skill of my father. I have my mother's trademark bushy hair also mine is a mix of red and brown and figure and my father's eyes and height.

I am average in looks and I get teased for it. I am no Beauty Queen like Lily or a part-Veela like Dominique. Nor am I a beautiful trickster like Roxanne or the epitome of a perfect daughter like Molly or Lucy.

But I can say with pride that I know who I am. The pain I felt, the insults and jeers, the hexes and jinxes only made me stronger. I am alone in this world but I support myself. I I fall on my face, I shake it off because I am only human. I make mistakes. I can never be perfect.

And yet, I am punished for the traits that make me human. Yes, I can spend hours upon hours perfecting my look and I can spend tons of money for new clothes and things I don't even need. But I don't and that's what makes the difference.

I am Rose Weasley and I am a survivor. And yes, I stand alone but I've learnt to support myself and to protect myself. I may be bullied but I will rise above it and I will surpass any expectations set for me. And the world will know me as the one strong enough to stand alone.