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A/N Developing a character.. something I cannot do darnit x.o I had trouble with Avy's history and explaining what happened, so hopefully you find this believalble o.O Oh yeah the person Harry dates after Cecelia.. I'm open to suggestions on who it's gonna be :P Cause I personally have no effin clue xD And I've thought over and over and I still have no clue! drat this brilliant evil master mind at times.

creaturesmint She has a bright side, just she doesn't really show it cause she's angry all the time :P Umm I can't make her nicer right away.. but we'll see if she softens up in the end or not

InuLorien lol here's your history :P I'm glad you like it even with the OC's ,

sandalino silvio leif Who be it? as in whose gonna be the guy I slash Harry off with? I honestly have no clue lmfao (If that was the question)

xxphatxbaybeexx I'm glad it's not one of those 'classic stories' cause this one is based on a real life situation actually.

Avy Potter plunked herself on the couch in the den, turning on the T.V. with little effort using the remote control she had in her hand. She flipped through the channels on the telly and barely paid attention to any of them, but she eventually stopped to watch one for the sake of being able to watch something.

Avy didn't know what else to do because her father and Cecelia had gone out for supper. They had asked Avy to come along, but she declined. Well, it was more like refused, but in her mind it was the same thing.

Avy watched the telly wondering if her mother had sent her a birthday card this year. Her mother sometimes didn't bother and forgot every other year and Avy wondered why her mother even bothered to send her daughter a few pounds ever year. It wasn't as if her mother was actually trying to please Avy.

Ivy Irvin wasn't a woman who could be independent, and from the time she had a child at seventeen is was more then noticeable that she wouldn't have an attachment to her daughter. Avy was the child who was holding her back, the child who she cared for yet didn't want. If it were up to Ivy, Avy would have been adopted.

Harry on the other hand felt differently, he wanted a choice and chose to keep his daughter, even if his ex-girlfriend felt the need to move out of their lives and make a name for herself abroad. He had always told Avy he wanted her, no matter when she came into his life, but Avy stopped believing it after awhile.

Harry and Ivy hadn't dated for long, maybe three months, before Ivy got herself pregnant. They were too young and inexperienced, but they tried to keep the child, only Ivy decided she didn't want to be a mother, she was too young. Harry felt responsible for Avy, and he loved her, even though he was absent from her life.

Avy's absent mother took a toll on her though. She felt anger at both her parents for never being there after she was six. If you looked through the photo albums you could see a ton of pictures when she was a child running around naked that Remus and Harry had taken, but after the age of seven the album lay bare of any part of Avy's existence.

The reason was simply work had taken over, Avy grew older, and more things were demanded. Harry wasn't poor, but he had never been super rich either. Sure he was famous, and it paid, but when you have a baby the money you've saved up disappears. And when the other parent decides to disappear, it only gets a little harder.

Avy finally learned to block out her mother's absence, but she still didn't believe anyone could be a mother to her. She never had a mother, and never would, she had accepted it. But it still bothered her very much so.

Avy kept flipping through the channels while thinking about her mother, and as she did so, she got depressed. Sometimes the pain never left, and sometimes Avy wished she never cared.

When her father and Cecelia came back, Avy could tell by Cecelia's happy face and her fathers smile that they had a damn bloody good time. Her father was 30, and he still seemed to love behaving like a 19-year-old boy.

"Hey Avy, you should have come, it was really fun. The dancing and music was interesting, plus they had burgers you could have ordered!" Cecelia said brightly and Avy's mood darkened. She glared at the pair and felt like telling them to go fuck off.

"Meh." Avy replied, looking uninterested and generally moody again. You would never have thought her to be the shy girl in a crowd who despised going too close to people and had a fear of going near a cashier.

"Avy, your mother owled me earlier with you birthday card. It's on the kitchen table. Last I heard she was in Egypt." Harry said, nodding towards the kitchen door. Avy took this as a good excuse to go and see what her mother decided to tell her this time, and how many words were going to be in this letter. She didn't much care where her mother was, she just wanted the money, or so she told herself.

Walking into the kitchen she heard Cecelia and her father laugh, and her mood darkened because Cecelia seemed to be really good for her father, she was always happy and, even though her hair was going to fall out, she was nice.

Avy took opened her letter quickly, and the money spilled out over the table. "Woo hoo!" Avy exclaimed, feasting her eyes on what she desperately needed, seeing as she had used up all her money before summer had started.

She opened the letter that said simply, 'Love Mom XO XO, Happy Birthday Sweety.' Avy didn't like the fact her mother called her sweety, she hadn't seen her mother since she was ten for heck's sake.

Avy discarded the letter, not caring where it landed, and picked up the money and left the kitchen, walking down to the basement to her bedroom, otherwise labeled by her father as the abode.

A week went by with happy cheery Cecelia, busy as always Harry, and moody angry Avy, who made a record of days she spent in her room without leaving. She stayed in her room for six days, never going out unless it was a meal or to use the bathroom.

It was on the day that she came up for once to watch the telly, though, that her father decided to tell her she was being forced to go to Uncle Ron's for a get together. He wasn't really her uncle, more like her father's childhood friend, but her father and Ron were very close. So therefore Avy had been assimilated into the Weasley family and accepted ever since.

None of Ron Weasley's sons and daughters were her age, they were at least five to seven years younger, and they all drove Avy up the wall and made her thankful Harry or her mother had only felt the need to have one child.

"Avy, this time do not light anything on fire, plant any rats in anyone's hair, stick Jell-O up a frogs nose, set a snake on John, no matter how much he annoys you, or harm Cecelia in anyway be it charming a rain cloud over her head, throwing her into a pond, or enlarging her nose." Harry said sternly, reading off offences Avy had committed in the past and making sure she did nothing of the sort again.

Avy wondered how he remembered them all, but decided not to ask, he might be adding some to his list in a little bit. Avy started to snicker to herself, happy that Harry didn't suspect anything… just yet.

Avy didn't know what she wanted to do, but she felt the need to be mischievous. Her friends were all gone off traveling for the summer like the lucky girls they were, and Avy got stuck at home again. So how could she have any fun if not scaring the jeebus out of Cecelia? She probably screamed every time she saw a mouse.

Avy personally didn't mind the get together; they were the only time she really felt like she had somewhat of a family because the seemed to bring out a side of Harry that was fun and mischievous, somewhat like herself.

Avy sighed, looking at her fathers green eyes. "I will behave," she answered, sealing what her father thought was a deal which Avy had every intention of breaking, by the way.

"Good, and Avy, please make sure that snake of yours that is hiding in your pocket finds its way back to its tank. I do not want to deal with any trouble it may cause." Harry said, and Avy knew she had been caught.

'Drat.' she whispered under her breath, and picked her snake out of her pocket. It was black and red, a very beautiful snake. Her snake bit her father once, and Avy had congratulated it on its excellent taste on who it decided to hurt. Her snake agreed with her.

She walked back to her room, and shuffled a chair over to her snake's tank, which lay atop a dresser that was a little too high for her to reach, and put her snake back in her tank. Her snake went and curled up, content at the moment with being under the heat lamp. Today her snake seemed less talkative, as if she could sense Avy was not going to be around tomorrow.

Avy cared for her snake and her cat Creep, and was totally protective over her friends, but she never extended these emotions to adults. She was known for being vicious and cruel to someone who got on her bad side, harmed a friend, or was being immature. Avy liked people who were eccentric and mischievous, or people who liked dark things as much as she did.

An example would be her best friend Andrea, who was the weirdest person on the planet, or at least to Avy. Andrea loved to be called a freak or weird, and she seemed to get more detentions in a month then everyone else combined during that same month.

Andrea acted cold, but Avy had found she was actually a sweet person who cared about everyone else's feelings when she broke through that barrier of distrust Andrea held for everyone. Avy sometimes wondered how Andrea could be in Slytherin when she was a Hufflepuff to the end in morals.

Avy's snake started to whisper and Avy whispered back through the glass. She had inherited the parselmouth gift from her father, but not many knew of that. Avy sometimes wondered what part of her mother rest in her because she wasn't too sure if anything but her mothers eyes were apart of her.

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