So I have decided to just put this up incase I don't get the chance too. Hope you enjoy!

I am not J.K Rowling, therefore I am not the owner of HP.

Lucy POV

What is wrong with me? Why am I such a mess? Such a bitch?

It's probably my fault, but I can't help blaming my parents. They made 'perfect little Molly' and I was the fuckup. Yay! Go me! I am of course my father's worse nightmare, I'm not like any of them, and I'm different. And of course in my family you can't be different, you can't stick out, you have to be a Gryffindor, you have to have ginger hair, freckles. You have to be in the quidditch team, you have to be so brave you could get yourself killed, and you have to be popular.

So, Gryffindor? No I happen to be the first Weasley in Slytherin. That makes me the outcast.

Ginger? Nice try, I have brown hair, lucky me, always makes me an outcast, as me and my cousins cannot discuss our lovely ginger hair.

Freckles? No, thank god really, would hate it and to be perfectly honest, they are rotten.

Quidditch? Yeah, chaser for the slytherin team, not good!

Brave? No thanks; I'd rather keep my limbs, than saving ungrateful, snivelling gits.

Popular? In all the wrong ways.

So, yeah I stick out like a sore thumb, nothing like the Weasleys and to be perfectly honest, I cannot wait to get away. I have nothing; I mean nothing in common with any of those... people. They mean absolutely nothing to me, except the fact that they try everything to make my life hell.

"LUCY!"

"WHAT?" I screamed downstairs.

"Your cousins are here!" Fuck. I am going to have a lovely time, trying hard to make good conversation with the brats. The only one I can actually stand is Teddy and he isn't even part of the family. I suppose Lily and Louis are ok, but Louis's a bit of a poser and well Lily, she is a bit annoying.

"Hello," I said, plopping myself down on the sofa next to Louis.

"Hey, Lu," Louis replied. Oh, this is how I love to spend my breaks, making awkward conversations with people who's heads are stuck up their own arse. SAVE ME!

"Lu, I heard you and that Francesca Lyons from hufflepuff had a fight, why?" James asked. Why thank you for bringing that up Jamesie, as I saw my mother's glare, aimed at me.

"She's a tramp," I replied, watching my mother twitch, "She told Aaron Franks that Molly was cheating on him to get him to sleep with her." Molly looked surprised.

"You didn't tell me that Lu," she said quietly.

"Yeah, well it wasn't that important."

"Thanks," she whispered, squeezing my knee.

"No bother."

I got up, even though me and my sister hated each other, I couldn't let that happen, she is my flesh and blood, no matter how much I hate that. I went to the kitchen where my father and Fleur were talking in hushed tones. Vic and Ted were sitting holding each other's hand, smiling at the baby bump on her stomach.

"Hey Lu," Vic said, Ted smiling at me, I nodded.

"I hate when people decide to call me Lu, please stop," I said bitterly, Vic looked quite hurt and my Dad didn't look too happy. "What?" I asked him.

"Apologise now."

"No thanks," I replied as I walked out the front door with my case, and into the car.

"I can't wait to be back at Hogwarts, in my common room, with my real family. At least they care about me, and they actually know me," I whispered loudly, realising my mother and my sister heard, but not noticing the tear running down each of their faces.