I do not own Harry Potter.

In answer to an anonymous review, no, Krystal is not a hooker. It's stupid that you would think I would write about that!

Here's the story.

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OK, here's the full story.

When Harry was killed, I was alone in the world, of course. I needed a family, and I needed to be disguised as one of them, in case Voldemort found out I wasn't dead, and came looking for me.

The Ministry of Magic picked the Weasley family, which was smart planning on their count.

You see, I have flaming red hair, and very vibrant blue eyes, which was a surprise, seeing as how my birth father had hazel eyes, and my birth mother had jade green.

(A/N: Picture of Krystal will be on my profile, actually, two, one when she is 11, and one of what she will look like as an adult.)

So, naturally, with my hair, I fit right in with Mom and Dad and my siblings.

Well, not Percy. Percy is an ignorant, pompous prat.

No, honestly.

I am kind of a mix of my 'siblings', I suppose. I am not a studyholic (Is that even a word?), but I'm not a stupid girl who doesn't care about grades.

To put it in a nutshell, I'm a giant prankster, like Fred and George, a.k.a. my overprotective big brothers, but I do study and like to get good grades.

My birthday is July 31st, so I just turned eleven a couple of months ago, so tomorrow I go on the Hogwarts Express! I am unbelievably excited! I just got my wand a couple of days ago. It's oak and phoenix feather, ten and a quarter inches, inflexible and good for defense.

I got it from Ollivander's, and he offered me strange words of parting. "It is strange, how the phoenix who gave your feather gave two others, one residing inside the wand that killed your parents."

I held my head up high, showing defiance, and hiding any disbelief. He knew that the Weasley's aren't my real family?

"My parents are alive and well, thank you!" And then I flounced out, annoyed, but also scared.

I asked Mom and Dad about Ollivander later, but they just shook their heads and didn't answer.

Of course, everyone knew that Harry Potter had a sister, but they all assumed that Voldemort blasted her into oblivion, as her body was never found.

So, there. You know my life's story, in a nutshell.

You turn it into blackmail, and I swear that I will hunt you down, and you will die a very, very, bloody death, with lots of pain.

By the way, in case you didn't pick up on it, I'm a tomboy.

Mom just yelled up and told me that Ginny and I (We share a room) need to go to sleep, as we have to get up early to take me and everyone, but Ginny and Mom and Dad, to get on the Hogwarts Express.

Look out Hogwarts: Here comes Krystal, um, Potter/Weasley.