I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
Andrea was doing a report out by the large lake. Everything seemed to be covered by s clean sheet of white with bits of brown and other colors poking through the fresh snow. She found it beautiful and relaxing. Of course she had to ignore the chill that set into her bones half an hour ago to enjoy the site; however, she had become accustom to her spot under the tree on it's rather large roots. She could look out to the lake, and the forest close by covered in white with sprinkles of brown and green. Truthfully this was the excuse she tried to trick herself to believe. The brunet knew she could not afford to run into her brother, and form experience this was when he passed through the whole school to get to his classes. She no classes for the rest of the day because the potions room was being gassed out, and the Defense Against Dark Arts was canceled for some reason. It broke her heart that she couldn't even go to the warm library to study, every time she saw Lucas he gave her a look that made her wish he would hex her instead. He made it clear that he did not want to even see here in the same room as her. For the last four months she had tried to figure out ways to make her brother happier with her. Yet she couldn't change houses, which made her an enemy at Hogwarts. They might not share blood, would that make her a different person to him?
Even if everything was a yes, she had been his little sister up until now! She was the exact same personas she had been all of her life. How could he see the person who he had grown up with, played with, fought, and protected as a totally different person because of stupid changes of circumstance? Part of her wanted to hate Lucas for being so mean to her, for abandoning her, yet down to her core she couldn't even start to be mad at Lucas. Just hurt.
"He is still mad at you after four months. Do you really think he will just suddenly stop?" came the voice. "Shut up," she replied out loud her anger rushing through her tears rising to her eyes. Quickly wiping them away she attempted to get back to her report. "Why? I'm the only one who will talk to you," taunted the voice. Sighing in frustration she put her books, and paper away knowing even if the other was going to be able to focus on her report even if the voice shut up. "Only because I'm going insane. You aren't supposed to be able to talk to me, you began as a little bit of echoing doubt.. Now what are you?" she found herself babbling out loud. Maybe she had gone insane and none of this was real. She had read books like that before. Surely there are cases in real life that that could happen? Oh well, for now she could argue with the voice inside her head. "People talk to me, sometimes," she retorted.
"Oh yes daddy sends you those lovely letter," cackled the voice. How a random voice could cackle in her head space she decided not to try to think about it too hard. The mention of the letter made her flinch. Her 'father' had not taken the news well. The first letter she got from him was a screamer about how she was disowned. Shortly after her mother had informed her father had done that in the heat of the moment and that it was not true. The only others were mainly about her not coming back a complete "snake" and rather threatening hateful things that she could tell he had written while either drunk or in rage. Even if the man wasn't her biological father, and had shown his hate or dislike for her all her life… It hurt her deeply that he would think she was evil. Maybe the sorting had simply glorified his reasons for treating her so coldly? Part of her hated him. Unlike Lucas it had been hard most of her life not to have a small bit of hatred for the man.
She had thought a lot about her biological father. She was conceived while her 'parents' where married so did she have another man? Though this thought she knew could have never happened. Her mother was too loyal.
So she tried to focus in imagining on her biological father, surely she looked mostly like him because she did not look much like her mother. Her mother had pale skin, strawberry blond hair and grey eyes. Though she did have the shape of her mothers mouth, and eyes the coloring was nothing alike. So her father surely was brown headed, green eyes, and tan? Even if he wasn't his family had to be because her mother's were all soft porcelain white, and so was her 'fathers' family causing her dark features to stand out at any family meeting. Though Andrea avoided of thinking about family even her biological father because it lead back to her other relatives.
Which made it rather easy to make high marks in her classes, using the school work or studying as a distraction from having to think about her life at the time. Though being an eleven year old it was hard to hold back so much emotion and just focus on her school work. Which lead her to talk to the voice. Who usually made her feel worse, but it was conversation. "I hate you so much," she muttered to the voice in her head as she leaned against the tree. Her eye lids slowly closing as she fell asleep in the freezing weather.
Bleh. Kinda dropped the ball again people Sorry.