I can still remember the last words my mother spoke to me before she died. Although I was fairly younger at the time the words still hold a place in my heart. 

You will do great things and I love you. Make sure to remember that you are smart and kind. Don't let anyone steal that from you, Harry, and always remember that Mommy is always with you.

I missed my mother dearly, she was one of the two people I had every really loved. The other being my sister Gemma. Although some people could stand the mere thought of their sibling I don't think I could live without mine. 

Shortly after our mother's death my father found another woman that he planned on marrying. It of course hurt for him to be over my mother so swiftly, but he promised that the woman would be a great mother. 

I had seen a few pictures of her, she was pretty, but I hadn't been all into the 'new mother' kind of thing. My father had told me that she had two children of her own, Niall and Liam, two boys about my age. I really didn't want any more siblings, but my father had this idea that the three of us could be the best of friends. 

I still remember seeing my new stepmother for the first time, she had pulled her light blond hair into a bun on the top of her head and she had light hazel eyes, but the most noticeable feature on the women was her constant scowl. It was almost embedded in her face as a permanent   facial feature.

Her boys were loud and annoying and constantly wanting things that they didn't have. Gemma and I had to give up our rooms so that the boys could stay in them. Gemma, being the nicer of the two of us, had said yes without a blink of her eye, but it took me longer to give up my only safe haven.

The house we were living in had only 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. When it had been just Gemma, my father, and I there was just enough space for all of us, but when Father got remarried, Gemma and I had to be moved to the attic.

The attic was the size of a small room and the space would've been just enough if it had been only me, but it had be shared which was the difficult part. Gemma and I had divided the room in half, giving half to her and half to me. It was a tight fit even before we managed to get our things moved up there as well, but some how we managed. 

I was 14 when my father died. This left Gemma and I under the care of our stepmother, who was hardly nice after my father's passing. When he had been alive she was tolerable, just a mere shadow for the most part, but after she had taken her rein as leader of the house quite swiftly. One of her many rules as leader was Gemma and I's task of running the house. 

Gemma had taken to these rules better than I had. She never minded doing maid work as it was, but I couldn't stand it. It would've been different if Niall or Liam stepped in to help, but they never did. That left Gemma and I to run the house on our own, since all of what Stepmother did was boss us around. We managed though. However difficult the tasks Stepmother gave us were we toughened though them, but nothing hurt more than being a servant in your own home.