I've always wondered what it would be like if I could have been born into a different family. No one to judge me, pick on me, whisper nervously when I walk past. They seem to forget that I came from the same family line as their favourite people, the Weasleys. I used to love them too. Until, because of them, my mother ended up dead. She might not have been the best, most caring mother, but she was better, far better, than an empty place in my heart, which is what I have now.
I wish I could lie and say I was Andromeda's daughter. Afterall, she almost could have been my mother's twin. But that would be stupid, as they have my true last name, which is definitely not Tonks, on the public register, and several legal documents, it would get out eventually.
My other aunt, Narcissa, tells me not to worry about it. What does it matter, Lena, why would you want to be friends with people like that anyway, they're not worthy of you. But I still can't help wishing things were different. I'm fifteen years old now. Fifteen years. It might not seem like the longest period of time, in the great scheme of things, but it is a very long time to live without friends. I've never had one in my life.
Oh, wait, that's a lie. Draco's my friend, in a creepy sort of way. Not that I like to admit it. I'd rather have no friends than have him as a friend. It's bad enough being related to him. I've tried several times to put him off me, but for some reason he seems to be fascinated by me. He can't be in love with me-I mean, we're first cousins.
So what is it?