It was the strangest home I had ever seen. It was like pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit together. But there was something about it that was just magical. They called it the Burrow.

Pretty magical, huh?

I was here to see my father; a man who had barely acknowledged me all the years I lived under his roof. And yet, here I was. I don't really know what had possessed me to feel the need to see him. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to tell me he was innocent.

I walked up to the door of the Burrow and there were two intimidating looking Wizards on either side.

"I'm here to see Stewart Greengrass." I said as I approached.

The wizard on the right stared me down. "No visitors." He said sternly.

"I'm his daughter, Astoria." I said calmly. "Please I just need to see him for a few minutes."

The wizard on left replied, "No visitors." He said in the same stern voice as the other wizard. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have asked that for the safety of everyone, that no one be admitted." The wizard drew his wand. "Please do not force me to make you go."

I began to plead. "Please, sir, I do not mean any harm. I just want to see my father. I just want to know what's going on. I need to know why this happened." I began to cry for some ungodly reason.

The door opened and kindly looking older woman with bright red hair was at the door. "What's all this racket out here?"

The guard replied. "This woman wants to see the prisoner. I informed her that no one was allowed entrance to matter who they may be."

"And who are you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked me.

I cleared my throat. "I am Astoria Greengrass, the daughter of Stewart Greengrass. I just need to see him. Please?"

She smiled kindly at me. "Well come on inside, dear. I'll make you a spot of tea." She waved me in as the guards stepped away.

I stepped inside. This was the coziest looking house that I had ever been in. It smelled like cookies and felt warm and welcoming.

If my father did what he was accused of, he doesn't deserve a comfortable prison like this.

"Here, dear." Mrs. Weasley said handing me a cup of tea and gesturing to the couch. "I know this must be hard for you. You probably miss your father."

"Actually, my father and I haven't really spoken in recent years… or ever, really, for that matter." I said softly. "I just need to know if he did it, Ma'am."

She looked at me inquisitively. "Not around much, your father?"

I looked at this Mrs. Weasley and there was just something about her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her my life story. She just seemed so kindly, so motherly. This woman seemed like the ideal mother in a story book. But you knew if you harmed her family, you were going to pay for it.

I stared at my cup of tea. "I guess we just never got on much. I never really lived up to his expectations." I paused. "My sister was always the favorite. The golden child, if you will. I was always pushed aside."

She smiled sympathetically. I got the feeling that none of her children ever got pushed aside. She probably loved them all equally. "Let me show you to his room. " She said, standing. "I can't let you stay long but I will allow you some time. "

I followed her up the twisted staircase up to the 4th story. She opened the door to a small room with a comfortable looking bed and a wooden desk next to it. My father was sitting in the chair with his eyes closed.

"You have a visitor." Mrs. Weasley said.

My father looked up. He stared at me for a moment, confused. "Astoria? Wha-? Why are you here?"

I cautiously stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I took a seat on the edge of the bed, a good distance from my father. He looked tired and old, older than I had ever seen him look. Something was taking a toll him.

I just looked at him for a moment. "Mother and Daphne are a mess." I said flatly. "I'm the only one who's really capable of facing the situation."

He got up and came and sat next to me on the bed. "Astoria, I need you to know, that I am innocent. " He said softly. "Look me in the eyes." He said and I obeyed. "I had nothing to do with that plot."

I shook my head. "I know about the book. They described it to me at the Ministry. I remembered it from when I was a small child. You had hidden it."

"How-?"

"I was looking for something once." I said getting up. "Why did you have it?"

He placed his head in his hands. "Astoria. They may be listening." He said gesturing toward the door.

I became quiet. I should have known that I would never be able to get any information from him when he was being kept under watch. I considered putting a spell around the room so we could talk freely, but figured that would be pointless. They probably were ready for that.

I turned to him. "Give me one good reason I should defend you. That's all. That's what I came here for."

He got up and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I'm your father, Astoria."

My father had never been there for me as a child. Why should I be there for him for him now?

"That's not a good enough reason." I said.

"I know that I haven't always been the best father to you, but I need your help, now. I know you will find out the truth someway. And when you do, I know that you will be there to defend me." He said.

I'll find out the truth someway? What does that even mean?

I looked at him for a moment. "How can I-"

"Tilly" He mouthed.

I nodded.

"Well Astoria, you must be getting on. Good-bye"

"Good-bye father." I said with a swift turn as I opened the door.

I realized as I left that I didn't come here looking for a reason to defend him.

I wanted a reason to hate him.