Dear Tonks,

How are you? I worry about you when I have to go off to school. On a better note, Quidditch tryouts were yesterday. I think I may have gotten on the team! I flew much better than a lot of other people, at least. I hope I get on the team. Everything else has been going alright. We haven't really had a lot of homework yet. Which is a good thing! Usually they are pilling it on us. You were right, though. I certainly have more friends than last year. Oh, I forgot. I need your advice. I was thinking of being a healer when I get older. But I was also thinking of doing studies with werewolves. I know that would be dangerous, but I want to feel like I'm doing something. I want to help the world.

Unlike my father. I look back down at my letter. I hate writing letters, I never know what to say. I would rather just talk face to face. Yeah, but you would also rather have a father that wasn't a murderer. We don't get everything we want. I sigh and sign the letter. I roll it up and tuck it inside my robes. I'm going to drop it off on my way to breakfast. I set my head down on the table. I was the only one up. Which was good, I'm not really a big people person. I laid there, with my head resting against the table for a bit. Why did it have to be me? Why couldn't I have a normal Dad? I just want a normal life! I don't want all this other crap clogging my mind! Why is it always me? Always me... A drop of salt water fell from my nose and onto the table. I wiped my eyes, and the tracks from their descents from my eyes. I heard whispering from the other side of the room, and I looked up to see Harry and Ron talking, and caught Ron looking- no, glaring- at me. We can't have everyone on our friend lists... I wiped my eyes once more, and stood up. I walked out of the common room and up to the owlrey to send my letter to Tonks. I opened the door slowly, and stopped when I saw Neville standing there, tying a letter to a school owl.

"Hello Neville. Sending a letter to your Gran?" I said softly. He jumped and turned around, knocking his ink well off the dirty tale against the wall. I bent down to pick it up, and I accidentally bonked heads with him. I stood back up and started laughing, while he spewed out apologies.

"Dude, it's fine! Relax! I'm not going to Avada Kadavra you, or something!" Why do you say such stupid things!? I frowned. I sidestepped around him, and walked up to a school owl, and started to tie my letter to it's leg. Neville just stood there. I wish he would say something.

"I didn't think you would, you're not like you dad." I almost dropped my letter. This boy was being nicer to me than anyone, besides Tonks, has ever been. And I don't know why. I finally got the letter attached to the leg of the owl, and sent it out through one of the huge windows.

"Do you miss your dad?" He asked when I was opening the door to leave.

"Do you miss yours?"

"It's hard to miss someone I never knew..." He said, looking down at his shoes. I never realized how alike me and Neville were.

"Exactly." I said, before turning and exiting the room. I walked down the stairs and to the Great Hall. I sat down at the far end of the table.

"Rita! Come sit by me!" I nearly chocked on my food as I heard someone call out to me. I looked up to see Hermione smiling and waving me over. Then I looked across from her and saw Ron and Harry trying to get her to shut up.

"No thanks, Mione. I'm not really used to eating with people. Thanks though!" I called back, before I started eating again. I don't see why they hate me so much! Okay, I understand my father gave away Harry's parents, and my father killed a wizard and like, eleven muggles, but I'm not my father! That's what Neville said! That's what Tonks is always saying! I didn't even realize that I was glowering at my oatmeal, until Neville sat down across from me and said something.

"Jeez, Rita. Are you trying to light it on fire or something?" He said. I looked up. I can't believe I have never noticed how adorable this kid in front of me was!

"No, I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing."

"...You were thinking about 'nothing'?"

"Why do they hate me so much? I didn't do anything to them!" I said, looking over at Harry and Ron as they laughed with Hermione. That should be me sitting with Hermione...

"They don't hate you, they just..."

"Wish I wasn't born?" I said, looking back at Neville. He opened his mouth to say something, but I put my hand up to silence him.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm going to go up to the common room and see if Wood posted something about who got on the team." I got up, and grabbed my wand from off the table before walking out.

Nothing. Wood hadn't posted anything about who would get to be on the team as the new chaser. Merlin, I hope it will be me. I had time to spare, it was a Sunday. I walked back out and down to the library. I want to know exactly why everyone hates me, and my father. I walked into the library, and searched for books that had anything to do with Sirius Black. I found one a few minutes later, and sat down at a table. I read a few pages, and then closed it. I don't know why i torture myself so. I shouldn't have even bothered. Why should I care what got my father locked up? He most certainly didn't care about me if he went and got himself locked up like that, not even a year after I was born. And he has never written to me, or anything! I know the prisoners are allowed to, I looked that up too. Just because you are not proud of what your father has done, doesn't mean that you should automatically hate him, and write him off. Even if he has written you out of his life... I told myself firmly. I shut the book and put it back up.

I shut my textbook loudly. I had been working on my essay for hours! I had even skipped dinner! I stood up, and started walking towards the library. On my way I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione, all crowded around a wall. As I got closer I could see writing in red.

"What the the bloody hell!" I gasped as I saw what the words said.

"It's blood." Hermione said, a horrified look on her face. I almost said 'no shit!' But I didn't. Other students had started to file into the hallway as well, and Malfoy came up.

"You'll be next, Mudbloods!" He yelled. I almost whirled around and slapped him, but that wouldn't have gotten us anywhere. Filch came running down the hall, and I knew nothing good would come from this. After all, it was his cat hanging on the wall, most likely dead.

"What did you do? Mrs. Norris!" He yelled. He got all close up to Harry and grabbed his shirt.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" He yelled before Dumbledore came down the hall. Wow, let's all just have a party! Dumbledore calmed everyone down, and made us all go back to our dormitories. It wasn't until much later that night, when I was almost asleep that it came to me. I don't know my mother was. Is it only going to go after Mudbloods? Would Half-bloods be next? Was I a Half-blood?

Sorry for the wait. I can't really type when my Mum is home, or she might not let me continue with Fanfic.

~MMJ