Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, this would not be a fanfiction.

Author's Note: Okay, So, this may seem like it's only in my OC's point of view, butother character's viewswill be in this fic, so don't bite my head off or anything. Oh, and please review and tell me what you think.

Number 3 Privet Drive; Little Whinging, Surrey. Great name for a city, don't you think? We just moved to this excuse of a town a few days ago. On Sunday, to be exact. Sunday, May 28. The official worst day of my life.

Mom was crabby (she's pregnant with my third sister (fourth sibling), so I guess she has a reason), Dad was being a total jerk (he has no reason, he's always like that), and Claire, Jane, and Joey were whining about the craziest things imaginable.

Mommy! I want this! Mommy! I want that! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Good Lord. If I hear them whine one more time—

"Mommy! I hungy, Mommy! I hungy!"

Ugh! I'm going to strangle that kid some day!

'That kid' would be my youngest sibling, and only brother; Joey. He's two, and just learned to speak in full sentences. Oh, joy. I swear, he's the whiniest of them all. But, no matter how hard you try, you just can't hate the little guy. He's just so cute! You see, he's got these big, bright green eyes (I'm a sucker for green eyes) and this curly mop of blonde hair, and when he looks at you when he wants something, you just have to melt.

I hate it.

"Mama! Mama! I'm hungry too! I want macaroni and cheese, Mama!"

That would be the voice of Jane, my youngest sister (well, at least the youngest one who is already living). She's five. Going to start kindergarten this year. In fact, she almost never shuts up about her stupid kindergarten class. She's not nearly as cute as Joey, with plain brown eyes and plain brown hair, but still is probably going to end up more attractive than me.

I hate how I look. My hideous earthy-brown hair is always too shiny­—like I wash my hair in vegetable oil or something. My eyes are this golden-brown color. I think they look like poop, to put it bluntly. Everyone says I'm pretty, and I'm sick of them trying to boost my self-esteem. I'm really not pretty at all and I know it. I was born a piece of crap and will stay a piece of crap until the day that I die.

"Now, sweetheart, can't you just wait one minute until Mommy gets the groceries put away?"

And that would be my mother. By far the prettiest woman ever to grace the earth.

I hate it.

All of my former boyfriends (yeah, all two of them) would only talk to me about how hott (yeah, that's right, hot with two T's people. TWO!) my mother is. Let me ask you something, did they want to make me barf? I honestly don't want to hear about my boyfriend liking my mom!

I mean, yeah, she's pretty, but looks aren't everything, right? Her dark, nearly-black hair is always perfect, like it's a wig. But I know it's not. Because when I was a kid I used to pull on it all the time and it never came off. And then she has the same eyes as Joey. Stupid Mom.

Hey, I love her though. She's by far the nicest parent. My dad's freaking psycho.

"Katherine Angela! Get down here and help your mother and me with the groceries."

And that would be him now. I don't even know why Mom married him. To put it simply, he's ugly. He has graying hair that used to be an ugly shade of blonde (Lord only knows where Joey got his good color), and he's all pale and his eyes are this ugly gray color. Not to mention he's a total a—

"Yeah Kat! Come help us with the groceries!"

Suck up. Ugh! Out of all of my siblings, she would be the first that I would strangle. Claire. Perfect little angelic Claire. Makes me want to throw up. Good Lord. Why can't my parents just see her for the manipulative little demon that she is. When she grows up, I bet she's going to be a lawyer.

She's only seven, but honestly, I don't care how old she is. Nobody likes a brownnoser. Well, except my parents apparently. They are practically in love with the little brat. You see, she's the 'perfect' one of the family. She's got mom's hair and eyes, and she's skinny, and pretty and smart and good at everything she does and blahdi blah blah blah. Who cares? That really isn't everything. Especially when it comes to her. She's a spoiled brat and will whine and whine until she gets her way. And they tell me to act my age?

"Katherine? Could you please help unload the car? I could really use another pair of hands down here!"

I sighed and stood from my desk that overlooked the street. I was stuck with the smallest room of the house—lucky me. At least I didn't have to share. Claire and Jane had the big room; the one across the hall, and Joey got his own room (at least, until the new baby comes) next door to my mom and dad's room.

Photographs of random things and places were strewn across my desk haphazardly (wow, I didn't even know I knew that word) and I picked them up hurriedly. I had been working on my collage for my portfolio. I want to be a photographer when I graduate, if you hadn't guessed. Probably just for a photo shop or something. I would love to work for a magazine or something though. That would be amazing.

"KATHERINE!" my dad had his angry voice on. I had better get going.

"Coming!" I yelled, quickly pulling on my sneakers and running down the stairs. On the way, I almost tripped on one of Jane's toys that she had already pulled out of one of the boxes that were still piled in the living room.

I yelped, clutching my foot; which made my baby brother start crying from the noise; which made my mom yell at me for making him cry; which made my dad yell at me for making my mom strain herself to yell at me; which made me storm outside to the open trunk of the car, mumbling about my stupid family.

The commotion had apparently alerted the neighbors from across the street who were working in their lawn. That totally surprised me. The lady was so pale that it looked like she hadn't seen a day of sun in her life, and the man, well, let's just say that I was shocked he was able to walk.

Both of them glared at me as I pulled two grocery bags from the trunk and headed back inside. "Weirdos…"

"What was that, darling?" my mother asked as I entered the kitchen. She was holding Joey and bouncing him up and down like most moms do to cheer little kids up. Joey was laughing happily and clapping his hands.

I sighed and plastered my fake smile on my face for my mother. "Nothing, Ma. Just saw the neighbors from across the street. That's all," I told her, reaching out to take my younger brother as she handed him to me.

"Oh! Wonderful!" she exclaimed and clapped her hands together. "We should go out and say hello! I've felt like a hermit since we've gotten here." She moved gracefully from the kitchen to fetch her shoes from the hall closet, motioning for me to follow.

I sighed again (seems like I've been doing that a lot lately) and pushed Joey up on my hip, following my pregnant mother across the street to the owners of Number 4 Privet Drive.

"Hello," she greeted the neighbors as they watched her with weary eyes from across the row of hedges. "I'm Cyndi Hayden. We just moved into the house across the street." She held out a hand for them to shake.

The big man came forward immediately and grasped her hand with his own. "Vernon Dursley," he said, shaking my mom's hand ferociously.

Mom looked a little uneasy while she tried to wrench her hand away. Normally it would have made me laugh, but I didn't think it would be appropriate at the time.

She smiled, flashing her pearly whites at our new neighbors. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley," she kept smiling as she spoke. I didn't know how she did it. "And these are two of my children. This is Kat and the little one is Joey."

Oh great. She had introduced us. Now I had to join the conversation. Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.

Reluctantly, I moved forward to greet the odd couple. I guess I really shouldn't say that, but I can't think of any way to describe them. I mean, come on; the fat guy (excuse me; Mr. Dursley) had to weigh a ton and his wife was probably anorexic. Great. I can't wait to meet their children. Though I doubt someone that thin could sustain two lives instead of one.

So, anyway; Mom went on to chat with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley about random things like the weather and what was on the news last night, while I looked around the neighborhood for something to relieve me from my boredom.

Well speak of the devil, three girls about my age came walking out of a house a few doors down the street. They were amazingly skinny and tall. Like models.

My Lord, does every girl here have to have the perfect shape? It's so not fair!

I was silently wishing that they wouldn't spot me. Unfortunately, without magic, most wishes don't come true.

Damn.

The three tall, skinny girls did see me. In fact, they seemed so excited about another teenage girl being around, that they ran over to our little group; their hair bouncing wildly.

They stopped right next to me and smiled down. Okay, not to rag on tall people or anything, but I am so sick of this midget stuff. I am not a midget, so stop looking at me like I am! I'm just short is all. Stupid people.

Okay, anyway. They all looked down at me at the same time and smiled. You guessed it. They had perfect teeth too. Just like Mom. Great.

"Hi! I'm Sarah," said the one with curly blonde hair. "You must be the new neighbors." She held out her hand for me to shake, which I did after shifting Joey to my other hip.

"Oh! Sarah! Carrie! Kate! I'm so glad you came over!" Mrs. Dursley exclaimed upon noticing the three other girls. "Ladies, this is Kat. She's just moved here with her family from London. Isn't that lovely?" The three girls nodded toward the thin woman. "Why don't you take her to meet some other people? I'm sure she's been lonely after being cooped up in that house for a week."

Uh. . . nope, not really Mrs. Dursley.

"What a great idea!" Sarah shouted, clapping her hands together in front of her lips. She looked toward me. "If that's alright with Kat, anyway."

I turned toward my mother, who nodded sternly. Great. New friends. Mom took Joey from my arms and ushered me to follow the other girls saying, "Go on! Have fun!"

I sighed and followed. This is going to be a long summer.

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