Daisy had become very close to the Weasley-Potter gang, though her housemates were becoming very conscious of it. Just a few weeks after school started, she was being shunned by all of her dorm mates and most of her house. Though, Daisy's cousins and friends were starting to notice that she had only one friend in Ravenclaw, they didn't point it out. Fred was the one who was really concerned. He didn't want her to be considered a House traitor.

Fred was concerned about Daisy, nothing seemed to be bothering her, though he and his family had noticed the difference of her friends and her housemates. She was quickly disassociating herself. Fred told all of his relatives to not mention a thing. He could see the disgust in the Ravenclaws' faces as they passed them in the corridor. Fred accompanied Daisy to most of her classes, and people were starting to notice this.

Fred had taken Daisy under his wing on the Hogwarts Express as soon as she walked into their compartment. James wasn't too fond of the idea. He didn't like Fred getting so close with a girl, especially one that he cared so much for. They argued about it a lot, recently, but they didn't let anything get in the way of their friendship.

"Fred?" Daisy was looking up at him, he had been standing outside of the greenhouse waiting for her. He had gotten so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the bell ring. "Can we go now? I don't want to be late for Defence."

"Of course not, shall we?" Fred offered his arm to the small girl and smiled enthusiastically. Daisy linked their arms, with some difficulty because of the difference in their height and smiled back.

Daisy's school bag rested in between the two and Fred was sure he was squishing it uncomfortably against Daisy's hip. She didn't make a single complaint. When they got to Classroom 3C, Fred kissed Daisy's forehead and left her to go to class.

"I'll see you, Zee."

"Yeah, see you, Freddie." Fred had to refrain from laughing out loud at his nickname. Daisy had been trying to come up with one since he started calling her Zee.

His cousin and he had never planned on going to their second period class, Care of Magical Creatures. They both knew that Hagrid would write to their fathers immediately, so instead, they both showed up, ate some Puking Pastilles and left in a rush. Fred felt a pang of guilt as he saw the concern on Hagrid's face. They made their way to the castle and immediately swallowed down a purple candy each.

"James, what is this genius plan of yours anyway? I think my idea of making a shrine to our uncle outside of their common room was the best of the century."

"Too obvious," mumbled James, who was two steps ahead of Fred. "They'd know it was us." James eyes darted all over the Marauder's Map.

"Who're you looking for?"

"Al."

"Albus? Why?"

"Because I need to speak to him."

"We skipped Care of Magical Creatures because you need to speak to your brother. You know he hasn't got any free periods. I only have one this year and that's because I dropped Divination last minute. I don't think I could stand the sight of girls swooning over that Firenze bloke."

Fred couldn't see James's face, but he was almost sure that he had rolled his eyes. "Okay, Fred. Look, there's your girlfriend now."

"Girlfriend? I haven't got a girlfri─" Fred stopped abruptly. Daisy was standing in the middle of the corridor, looking pale as ever, holding a Snowy owl that could only be from the Potters. "Daisy?"

James looked up from the Map, noticing the panic in Fred's voice. James's eyes widened at the sight of his family owl. "Jino? What is he doing here?"

"I, er, my dad wrote me," mumbled Daisy, still looking completely out of it. James and Fred jogged to her. James took Jino from the first year and set the owl on his shoulder. Fred took Daisy into his arms and led her to a bench in the corridor. "What are you doing out of class, Zee?" They were nowhere near Classroom 3C and Fred wondered, even if Daisy left, this was not the way to hospital wing. How had she ended up here?

"I got sick. I was going to go to the hospital wing, but I didn't want to explain why I got sick. So I just started walking. Then I got lost."

"You look sick, what's happened?"

Daisy, almost reluctantly, gave Fred the parchment that was covered in scratchy handwriting. Someone who had obviously never used a quill before, Daisy's Muggle father. Fred read over the letter quickly as not to upset Daisy, he tried to keep a straight face. He then gave the letter to James who murmured under his breath as he read it.

My Darling Daisy,

Please do not be upset when you read this. Let me explain everything before you jump to conclusions. I went to see Grandma and Grandpa after you left for school. They wondered where you were, but I simply said that you had started school and could not come with me this time. Just last week, though, I went to visit my mum and dad again. They again asked about your absence. This time I decided I would sit down with them and explain what you are. Just like Harry, you're a wizard and you should be very proud of it, like Harry was. Do not hide it (unless you're going to get in trouble). So I told my parents of our situation. They took less than lightly.

My parents do not wish to communicate with you or me ever again. But I must repeat myself, Darling Daisy, do not be ashamed of who you are. You are a witch, an excellent one from what I gather. The words Harry uses I do not understand, but the smile on his face as he reads your letters are good enough for me.

Grandma and Grandpa will come around eventually, Daisy. They just need time. They know not of what they're losing. They will soon understand you and respect you and magic for what it is. Magic once saved my life. And your grandparents'. They will come around, so don't fear losing anymore family.

I know this letter sounds very grown up, but I knew you could handle it, Darling. I love you, Daisy. Please write to me soon. I am lonely in our empty house.

Your dad,
Dudley Dursley

James lowered the letter from his face, but he couldn't mask the expression of horror. Fred saw him raise the letter back up to him. Rereading it, making sure he read it right. Daisy's grandparents disowned her just because she was a witch? They disowned her. Daisy was now sobbing quietly into Fred's side and he clutched her tightly. At least her dad's got some sense.

"Petunia and Vernon? They never really were fans of magic, Dad says. But we get on well without them. You and your dad will too."

Daisy shook her head. "Daddy adores his parents, he will still visit them every Sunday. During the holiday, he'll probably just leave me at home."

"Daisy, no. Dudley wouldn't do that. You know he wouldn't."

Daisy shook her head again. "I knew Grandma and Grandpa Dursley wouldn't disown me too," she moaned. James' hands balled into fists. He threw the piece of parchment on the floor and sat on the other side of Daisy. All of them hugging each other until the bell rang.

"Thanks for walking me home, Freddie." Daisy winked playfully up at the third year. Fred had to suppress a laugh and leaned against the wall, feigning smoothness. Daisy and he fell into a burst of laughter. Fred had walked Daisy back to her common room after dinner. It had been around a month since her grandparents disowned her and she was taking it very lightly. No one else had found out, because James got rid of the letter as soon as the bell rang, whispering some spell that made him smile delightfully when it disappeared.

"Zee, tomorrow is Halloween, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the Gryffindor common room with me? There's going to be a party and you already know how famous Gryffindor parties are." Fred smiled down at the shorter girl.

"Are you asking me on a date, Freddie?" Daisy asked, smiling, but Fred sensed there was a bit of curiosity.

"Of course not!" Fred felt his face flush and smiled. "Just thought you might want to see the Gryffindor common room. The famous Auror, Harry Potter, once did his homework in there, you know?"

Daisy's laughter drowned out the rest of the sounds going on. They just looked at each other for a bit, smiling goofily.

"I'm much too old for you, Daisy." Fred said, finally serious. "Damaged goods."

Daisy blushed, "I'm not interested." Fred smiled and nodded knowingly.

"Ah, no, of course not. Women aren't ever interested in Fred Weasley the Second. James Sirius Potter is much more interesting." Daisy giggled under her breath.

"It's almost curfew, you should head to your dormitory, shouldn't you?" Daisy hugged Fred tightly, taking him by surprise as he returned the hug.

"Thanks for walking me home, Freddie." Daisy winked at him again and turned her attention to the bronze Eagle knocker who asked a riddle that Fred couldn't quite comprehend. Daisy answered it with ease and slid into the common room easily.

I'm much too old for you. Damaged goods. Merlin, why would he say that? Was he trying to flirt with this eleven-year-old Muggleborn? Not that it mattered if she was a Muggleborn, but it did matter that he was thirteen and she was eleven. And she's off-limits because James said so. When did he ever start listening to James's advice?

After leaving Fred at the common room entrance, Daisy made her way up the stairs to her dormitory. Her dorm mates avoided her like usual. The Weasley-Potter gang thought she might not have noticed that her housemates were shunning her because she hung out with Gryffindors. It wouldn't have matter if they were Hufflepuffs or Slytherins either. They were shunning her because her friends weren't Ravenclaws. Daisy didn't care. She slipped into bed quietly and her dorm mates busied themselves around the room. She bit her lip and fell into a dream about the dark-skinned boy that she spent so much of her time with.

I'm much too old for you. Damaged goods.