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Dear Ki,

Letter #134

This summer was amazing. Tyler's mom married her late husband's brother, I danced the night away with Reid, and I got to spend the summer at home with family. It was awesome. Between having campouts in the back yard, picnics in the park, watching plays on Broadway, and having tea parties on the weekend, I'm going to miss all of it.

We're going to have to fake dad's death this year. He's looking to old to be in his late thirties. I feel bad for him. He's not going to be able to go to Caleb's swim meets, or work, or even leave the house. He needs to stop using, but I know he won't. He was better this summer apparently. Not that mom's surprised. She thinks it was because I was around.

Anyways, mom's brother escaped Wizarding Pirson. He's the first to have ever done so, too.

They say he's out to murder Harry, but mom says the reporters have it wrong. She thinks he's innocent, as I've been raised to believe.

This year is bound to be fun, but I still miss you terribly.

I have to go pack. The Hogwarts Express leaves in five days, though I can wait unlike some people. I'm going to miss Ipswich.

Love ya,

Adrian N. Danvers

"I expect you to behave this year. No more fights with Sebastian, no more shit list's, and, for the sake of my sanity, please try to make friends with Harry. He's your brother and you'll regret never knowing him later on in life," my mom told me, cupping my cheeks in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron. Tears were falling from her eyes as she gave me her last parental speech to me for the next school year. "Trust me. I have regretted not spending time with Regulars every day since his death. He was my baby brother and I never spent the time to get to know him. Get to know Harry."

"Yes, ma'am," I told her, trying to smile from with in her death clasp on my face.

"Oh god, my baby!" she cried, hugging me tightly.

"Evelyn Black, is that you?" some one behind me asked. I turned to see an older red haired man coming towards us with a look of awe on his face. Behind him were the five Weaslys from Hogwarts, Granger, a red headed woman, and Harry Potter.

"Oh my word, Arthur, it's been years!" my mother exclaimed hugging "Arthur". "And I thought you'd remember, it's Evelyn Danvers now. My son, Caleb is almost a year older then Harry."

"Does he attended Hogwarts?" the man asked.

"Oh no. He…um is home schooled. But Adrian, here, does. She's in your youngest child's year. Shares Ginny's dorm, in fact," my mother conversed. Arthur looked at me quizzically.

"The Potter's girl?" He asked, looking me over.

"Yes," I answered for myself.

"Why… Why haven't any of you talked about her?" Arthur asked, turned to his clan.

"Uh…"

"Well you know…"

"It's just…"

"We just…"

"…"

The whole group of them stammered their answer. None of them would fess up to our mutual dislike for each other.

"Harry's jealous that I got the family that loves me, your children envy that I'm not judged by the Slytherins for the way I was raise, and Granger…I mean Hermione either just goes with the group or she doesn't like that she is ridiculed for being raised in the Muggle world and yet the Slytherins just love to hang around with me," I answered wholesomely. Arthur looked astounded, while the student's all looked ashamed. "And you all need to know that I had no control over my upbringing," I addressed my fellow Gryffindors. "The Slytherins only like me because of my name. Danvers. It's powerful in the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. Being a Danvers basically means your richer than almost all Wizarding families. I was raised differently. Money doesn't matter. Happiness does and I'm pretty high up on the happy scale."

By the time I shut up, the eight people in our little group were looking at me surprised.

"I'm a happy person. Smiling is over-rated. Just like friends." Evelyn laughed at my inside joke. Shawn in my shoulda-been-sister, Seb's my worst enemy and woulda-been-triplet, Tyler's my person (you'd have to watch Grey's Anatomy to understand but it's like the person you confined in, the person you go to), Pogue's my protector, Reid's my child hood crush, and Caleb's my brother in everything but blood. They're my best friends. I don't need anyone else, much less anything less.

"Your impossible, you know. Not that I expect anything less… Now go along to the bookstore already and buy whatever book meets your fancy, but I expect you to read your textbooks before you start reading for pleasure, Adrian. One last hug and you can go." And with that my mother pulled me into a tight-as-hell hug. "Alright, go. Remember, Gorman will be hear when you get done buying up Diagon Ally. And, no fraternizing with the Slytherins. Leave that for the school year!"

Upon my return to the tavern, I nearly ran strait into Mrs. Weasly.

"Oh, Adrian, dear. Would you be so kind as to join us for dinner?"

"Oh…um, it's very nice of you to ask, Mrs. Weasly, but Gorman and—"

"Adrian, I have a date with a lady friend tonight. Mrs. Weasly, Adrian would be honored to have to have dinner with you and your family," Gorman told the woman, sneaking up behind me.

"Exactly what he said," I commented, not wanting to sound ruder than I already had.

~At Dinner~

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasly," I said, as I pulled off my leather jacket, placed it on a chair, and soothing out the wrinkles in my Hello Kitty tank top before sitting down between Percy and Hermione. Of course, Hermione eyed every aspect of my wardrobe, namely the bullet belt, black skinny jeans, and studded black converse. I think the only thing she approved of was my bracelet and necklace.

"Oh, it's lovely to have you Adrian!" Mrs. Weasly replied, happily.

"So, what did you do over the summer?" Mr. Weasly asked me halfway into dinner.

"I learned Japanese, studied the art of origami, got a black belt in jujitsu, planed pranks with my partner in crime Reid, built a tree-house with the wonderfully over-protective Pogue, spent time with Caleb…learning, and trying to teach Tyler poker. Oh, and I had etiquette classes every Saturday," I told him, summing up my eventful summer. "My summer was very busy."

"You play pranks?" Fred (or was he George?) asked, intrigued.

"Yes, but mostly just on Muggles or Sebastian Everson," I answered.

"You study over the summer?" Percy asked, surprised.

"Well if I study over the summer, then, because of my photographic memory, I can focus my attention on other things, such as ways to get back at Seb or learning something not offered at Hogwarts, over the school year," I told the seventh year.

"Photographic memory?" Ron asked.

"It means that I can remember things to a greater equivalent than most people and I can remember it longer and I most likely won't need to read the book again," I replied.

"You read for fun?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Yes, but mostly to practice my knowledge of different languages since most other kid at Hogwarts wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with me if I started talking in another language," I replied.

"And you play poker?" Harry asked.

"Quiet well actually, as well as most other card games. It's basically just taking the Skytherin's money," I told him.

"And you and that Slytherin bloke you and that other girl hang out with all the time?" one of the twins decide to ask me.

"He's my Draco Malfoy, only we get along because we are both forced to share his sister, the 'other girl'," I told the twin that asked the question.

"And that book you write in? The one you always write in?" Ginny asked.

"It's my Dear Ki journal. Letters to…someone I miss dearly. Personally, it's none of your business," I retorted.

The rest of dinner was mostly conversations with the twins on plans for pranks and stories of past pranks. When I came into the room I'd be sleeping in, I found a shaggy black dog on my bed. On who I recognized from stories my mother had told me.

"Well if it isn't Sirius Black."