20 January 2013
My cousin Jessie and I are both in love with The Boy Who Lived. But he's mine. Ever since he became "The Chosen One", everyone's been jealous. I remember, when we were fourteen, everyone hated him. I wasn't dating him yet. We were best friends through all of that. But when he asked me to the Yule Ball, everything changed. We began dancing and eventually kissed. He made me nearly forget that my parents were tortured and murdered for the whereabouts of his parents. They never gave in and died... I had to grow up with my cousins Tonks and Jessie (whose parents were tortured along with Neville Longbottom) and Tonks' parents (the only living/sane in our family of their generation).
But now, as I sit here in the Great Hall, none of that matters. Jessie and Tonks are dead. Tonks' wonderful husband, Remus, too. And right next to them, Fred Weasley. I look at George. His twin brother... I can't stand it. I grab Jess' wand and stand up. I can feel George staring after me. Him and his twin were my best friends... They could always make me feel better about the monster I was. I run to where Harry is... with Hermione. "Arka? Are you okay?" "Hermione, my family is dead. Everyone except Teddy and Andromeda." "What about the purebloods?" "They're not my family. They're gits. They burned me off the family tree because of my half-blood father. Real family doesn't care about blood. My family now is you guys and the Weasleys."
I totally failed. I'm sorry you no longer have eyes because they melted so you wouldn't have to bear the pain of reading my horrible work
Harry Potter Fanfic- Arka Lune Okira • Opuss № I