Don't do this.
Don't do that.
Don't be annoying.
Study for your O.W.Ls.
He's spending too much time with Hermione.
Why did I have to be the youngest? Why did I have to be the only girl in the family? My mother acts as though she expects me to have no brain, expects me to do foolish things if my whole entire family wasn't watching.
I have a brain, mum.
I can use it.
I'm not as dumb as I look.
We all have our labels in my family. Bill and Charlie are the smart and funny Weasleys. Percy's the smart Weasley. Fred and George....are Fred and George. Ron's the tempermental Weasley. And I?
Many words come to mind.
Innocent.
Timid.
Sweet.
I hear them all the time.
Conversations stop when I sit down, with a hasty glance at me and a quick change of the subject. I can't help feeling as though they feel that I'm too young for them, that I'm simply a nuisance.
Practically the whole of Gryffindor watches over me. It gets annoying. I DO have the ability to think for myself.
"See that girl? She's the one, the one that got taken into the Chamber."
I'm supposed to be mentally damaged by being taken over You-Know-Who's 15 year old self, traumatised from having him suck out most of my life force and bringing it into his body so he could rise again.
I'm not.
Leave me alone.
None of that would have happened if Lucius Malfoy hadn't slipped Riddle/You-Know-Who's diary into my cauldron. I trusted Riddle. I was innocent back then.
Not anymore.