It was painful to see my family so disappointed. I was their most promising child. And I failed them.

I am the eldest of the three sisters. In my seventh year I was chosen to marry a rich, well respected, pureblood man as was expected of me in the hope that the others would follow in my footsteps.

My parents were happy to say the least. My youngest sister was also chosen to marry which we all found to be rather unnerving, she was just eleven! But nevertheless, at least two of their daughters were guaranteed good wealth and fortune.

Or so they thought.

I was a Slytherin in my day and oh lord was I proud. I strived every day to fulfil my house values. I had my mind set on success and power and I did not care how I got there. I bullied the first years and all of the Hufflepuffs yet I remained sweet, innocent and good natured in the eyes of my teachers. Salazar himself would have been proud to call me his pupil.

But all through my years at Hogwarts I found that there was one boy I just could not hate. He was a muggleborn and a Hufflepuff; oh the shame I felt.

We were put together as partners in potions. He was, naturally, terrified of me but somehow we became friends.

The whole affair was very secret of course. We couldn't let it get out that the school bully was being softened by the mudblood wimp now could we?

We spent many an evening at the tops of the towers avoiding the teachers and nighttime classes. His favourite was the Owlery. He was big with animals and outdoorsy stuff, but there was just too much poo lying around for me to enjoy myself in there without feeling queasy.

We spent those evenings just talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes we had nothing to talk about and so we'd just sit, happy to be in each other's company. Sometimes we'd hold hands. Occasionally we'd dance. And gradually, our relationship went from disdainful potions partners to star-crossed lovers.

Then the betrothals came up and I was forced to enter a binding magical contract to marry another man. There was simply no getting out of it. He would always be aware of my every move. He would know every person I spoke to. He would never let me go.

But all that would only come after the wedding and so beforehand he would have to pay very close attention to me.

I tried so very, very hard to love him. To comply with what was expected of me. But I had given my heart to my Hufflepuff and I would never get it back.

He (my lover) and I formulated a plan for my escape. On the eve of my wedding, when my fiancé was not allowed to see me in case of bad luck, I was to tell my bridesmaids that I wished to be left alone in order to gather my thoughts and get a good nights rest, as they had planned for us to party all night and then cast a few charms in the morning to make me look fresh as a daisy.

My excuse was that I was just very nervous, and would not be able to enjoy myself. While my entourage were off getting drunk on fire whiskey and snorting powdered unicorn horn (except probably mixed with glitter and powdered doxy eggs to give bulk, I'm ashamed to say that I am rather over qualified in that area.) I was to fly out of the window and we lovers would meet.

The plan was of course a success. I married my Hufflepuff, much to the despair of my parents, and my middle sister married the man I was set to belong to.

We were both so happy. We had our beautiful, talented daughter together, and were more in love than we thought was possible. Life was simply perfect.

But all that is gone. All that remains is this little turquoise-haired boy laying in my arms. His nose morphs in and out of a pig snout as he snores in his sleep. His mother used to do exactly the same thing.

This child has hard times ahead. But in him there is light. In him is my last ray of hope.


So thanks again for reading, I hope you liked it! Sister number three will be up soon with her betrothal story (we all know what happens there) but she might take a while to get right.

Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling therefore I do not own any of the characters etc. although I did make up getting high on unicorn horn. I don't know if it's possible but you never know. Voldy could have had a little drug business on the side of being evil with all the unicorns he slayed in Philosophers Stone...

Also mahoosive thanks to theemotionalrangeofateaspoon for being the greatest friend ever and beta-ing for me.

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