Here's chapter 5 as promised. Please tell me what you think. I know time seems to fly a little in this chapter, but I didn't want it to spend forever in the earlier years.

Disclaimer: I am not JK, however hard I wish. I do not own Harry Potter, but this story is f my own creation.

-Quirkers

I found out very quickly what was wrong with me in the first week of First Year.

I was a Carrow.

Amycus Carrow and his sister Alecto took the positions of Defence Against the Dark Arts (but more like the Dark Arts) and Muggle Studies. They were Death Eaters (followers of Voldemort) who were highly blood purist and racist to Muggles and Muggleborns. They tortured their pupils who did not agree with them, and made life hell for those who supported Harry Potter (James's dad and Fred and Dom's uncle). After the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998, when Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, they were sent to Azkaban. Alecto is still imprisoned their but in 2002 Amycus escaped. And somewhere between that and late 2003, he got my mother (whoever she is) pregnant and then got caught. By none other than Harry Potter.

I thought it was funny, in a twisted way. I finally go to a place where there are people like me, and I'm even worse off.

First Year was terrible. Potter liked to point out at every available opportunity that I was a Death Eater's daughter. And that his dad put my dad in Azkaban (big whoop. His dad had done far more important things and up until the start of that year I hadn't even known my father), and no one wanted to be friends with someone Potter and Weasley (Fred) openly hated. It wouldn't have been good for their image.

So I spent my year alone. Reading in the library. Writing to Vi (I had never felt more grateful for her, which was saying something, and practiced Transfiguration and Charms, my favourite subject. I practiced DADA too, but then Potter found me, and told everyone I was practicing Dark Arts.

Prat.

Summer finally came and I got to spend time with Vi again. Anna had finished University, and had found a student teacher position in secondary school in Cardiff for the coming September. She had a tiny apartment that she had us over for dinner every Wednesday night.

All too quickly, Second Year rolled around, and it was the same, only Potter and Weasley knew more magic. I was on constant look out for floating dungbombs, sweets appearing by me mysteriously and I never drank pumpkin juice. Water was harder to slip potion into without noticing, which I learned the hard way. Being as orange as an Oompa Loompa did not suit me.

Second year ended, and when I went back to the Home that summer, I found out Vi was moving in with her sister and there wasn't enough room for me and Anna couldn't legally take me anyway and that Vi was sorry, but she couldn't just tell me by letter. This information lead to perhaps the fakest smile on my face and my voice coloured with false enthusiasm and lies. It was fine. I'll be fine. It's just the summer. We'll see each other every day.

I had ended up sitting in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron (Ms Jones' fireplace was on the Floo Network. She just didn't know, and I didn't plan on telling her), when Hannah Longbottom came to my rescue. She came over asking what was wrong. She even remembered my name. After a bit of persuading, I told her everything. And with a sad smile on her face, she offered me a lifeline.

'Well, if you want, you could stay here. You can work part-time to pay for the room and food, and explore Diagon Alley and get a feel for the magical world.'

I sat there shocked, before wrapping Hannah up in a hug, repeating my 'thank you's before hurrying back to pack my bags. Ms Jones had long since stopped caring about where I was, because I apparently no longer exist on her records.

I stayed in the Leaky Cauldron for that summer and the summer after until two weeks before Fifth Year began. Hannah's husband Professor Longbottom had found out about our arrangement, and kicked up a fuss. He wouldn't say it in front of me, but he didn't like me. He remembered what Hogwarts was like with the Carrows, and can't forgive me for my father's actions. I don't agree with it, but I understand. There are somethings you can't forget.

Hannah came to me that evening on the verge of tears. She said she was so sorry, but I couldn't return next summer. I told her not to worry. That I understood. I think she felt a tiny bit better, but she was still unhappy.

When I returned to Fifth Year, I was still exchanging letters with Violet, in between having 'Death Eater' and 'Daddy's Girl' burned onto my robes by Potter. Weasley had begun to back off, because apparently he thought it was getting a bit mental now. Why were they wasting so much time on me, is what he supposedly said. I hope it's true.

In a letter she sent to me one Christmas, she wrote that she and Anna had moved into a small house. With three bedrooms. She said that Anna was okay with me staying there for the summer, if I wanted. I was literally so thrilled that I ran to the Owlery, accidentally crashing into Potter (which I paid for later) and wrote yes on a scrap of paper and sending it before writing a proper letter and sending it after.

After my OWLs, I would be back in Cardiff, which I had missed. It felt good to be going back, to be somewhere familiar that felt like home. I couldn't wait.

It was a new start of sorts for me. But I didn't know it would be in so many things.