You've heard about Bill and Charlie, and Percy, you have even heard about Fred and George and Ron and Ginny, but I'm prepared to bet that you've never heard about me. You see I am Isabelle Weasley. I was born in 1980, the year after Ginny was. My parents never loved me. You see I am a metamorphmagus this means I can change my appearance at will but I actually look like my older twin brothers Fred and George. I only found this out one night on my second birthday when they followed Bill up to my room and found me since then I've never seen them. I doubt that they remember I exist. You see my parents treat me like a slave. I was raised by my Bill and Charlie until I was four when Charlie left for Hogwarts but Bill had left when I was one. Consequently I had felt abandoned that year but soon I realised that they had passed my care onto Percy. Because of this I learnt the skills of mathematics before my fifth birthday. But I was four then when everything changed.
Pain. That was all I knew. Charlie had recently started his first year at Hogwarts and since he left everything had taken a turn for the worse. I grit my teeth because I knew that Bill and Charlie wouldn't want me to aggravate my mother while she held a belt above her head and swung it down towards my back. It hurt so much but at the same time it filled me with happiness. My mother knew I was alive! She still wasn't providing me with food but still this was a start. The beating went on and I could barely stand it anymore. The other 5 weeks that this had happened she stopped here but today it seemed to continue, past my breaking point. I screamed, the pain, my back felt like it was on fire. It was the first time my mother had ever used physical abuse against me. Up until this point it had always been verbal, she'd say things until I would cry, in a way I thought that was worse because at least this would heal.
It was the next day, apparently 5 year-old Ginny had heard me scream and the only logical thing to do about it in my mother's eyes was to hit me longer and harder. It had hurt so much more then I thought imaginable but I knew Charlie would be so much angrier. Few people knew about his dragon-like temper, but I knew - so did Bill. Soon it would be time for Percy's weekly visit. I'm so glad that Bill and Charlie wanted to each me to read and write back when I was three, I still struggled slightly at maths but that was what Percy tended to teach me about in his weekly visits.
Percy was here but I was still crying, mother had healed my bleeding back slightly because she didn't want blood to soak through her precious ceiling.
"Hi Isabelle," Percy said before realising that I was silently crying, "What's wrong?" I didn't reply, I could barely breathe let alone reply so I mimed writing. Eventually he seemed to realise what I was trying to say and passed me some paper. 'She did not stop.' I wrote before passing it back to him. He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish before he noticed the blood on the floor. "No... No she can't have... Did she?" He was stuttering but cut himself of upon seeing me shaking my head. "What are Bill and Charlie going to say? It's not long until they come home. Only one week!" He added. I shrugged my shoulders, Percy usually hated it when I did that but today he just seemed glad to get a response from me.
I had known Bill and Charlie were coming home the next week back then but as I counted down the days until I could see them I became increasingly more worried my back was barely healing and I knew they'd notice. When the day finally came I was so excited, I knew mother wouldn't dare touch me when they were around outside of punishment or even that hard. She knew that they had been looking after me for years but obviously she assumed that they would have forgotten about me while they were at school. As usual Bill came through the door first, followed by Charlie and then surprisingly Percy. I ran and hugged Bill and Charlie my hair flashing numerous different colours in my excitement, the boys hugged me back with gusto causing me to flinch slightly as they touched my back. Eventually Bill began to check me over for injuries. "Missed us the Isabelle?" Charlie asked me, the boys tended to use my name frequently when having a conversation with me as if they were determined not to let me forget my own name. I had nodded in response to the question causing both boys to look at me suspiciously as I was never normally this quiet although I had little choice now for I was holding back tears. "Izzie? What's wrong? You've been flinching" Bill asked me quietly, here Percy quickly vacated the room. "Ginny heard me once and so mum made sure it would never happen again." I said quietly. It was no secret between us that I was beaten regularly by our mother. Tears dropped down my face as they stood there in silence. "Izzie, show us?" Charlie asked. Without saying anything I turned around and pulled up my shirt. Upon seeing my scared back he turned a faint-greenish colour and sprinted out my door. I followed him as I pulled my shirt back over my head for I wanted to check that he was alright. Bill had tried to keep me in my room because he knew what the punishment for me being outside of my room would be. I found Charlie vomiting over the toilet so I sat next to him and rubbed his back in a way I had only ever read about. Once Charlie had composed himself he looked at me and said, "Thanks Izzie, you're a brilliant sister," before realising where we were and grabbing my hand and practically pulling me back into my bedroom. But it was too late, my father had seen us.