Any chance that I got I would make fun at my siblings. It was fun.

"Harry! You got your Hogwarts letter!" I exclaimed, truly excited for him.

"Yeah! I can't wait!" Harry replied.

Harry was ten years of age. He took after our father in the looks department, having his figure, messy black hair and facial features. His eyes were emerald, like my mother's.

"You'll be in Gryffindor for sure," I told him.

He eagerly nodded. I decided then to tell him the truth.

"Harry, you didn't get your letter yet. You turn eleven in three days."

He pouted, "You're mean! Am I a squib?"

I laughed out of amusement. "You? Harry James Potter, a squib? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"

He seemed to relax at that.

•••

I was sitting down on the couch, reading a magazine. My purple-blue curls was in a messy bun.

The window was open, and two owls came in, ending up crashing onto the floor in the living room.

One of the two birds went to Harry; it was his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. The other one was for me; it was my letter that held all of my necessary tools and books and crap.

"Mum?" I called out, needing to ask her a question.

"Yes?"

"Are we going to go to Diagon Alley?"

"Sure, as soon as your father gets home! So go and get dressed!"

I grumbled a very colorful choice of curse words and got up off the couch and ventured up the stairs and into my room.

I decided to put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a band T-Shirt. The shirt was for my absolute favorite band of all time, Paramore. 

I looked in the mirror that was hanging on the wall in my room; I noticed then that there was still bruises from Brad.

I guess that I should have known that the idiotic boy was cheating on me; I didn't mind it at all, now that I thought about it. He made me feel insignificant- useless. He made me think that I was just a old piece of bubble gum, stuck on the sidewalk, walked on everyday by hundreds of people, and I was never able to get up. I was stuck there for all of eternity. 

I took a look at my wrists; there was a small series of small slices, unable to be seen unless I had taken off all of my bracelets. Nobody knew about these, and I liked that. For once there was something that belonged to me, and nobody could stop me. I didn't have to share it with my two younger brothers or anybody in the whole world. There are somethings in this world that we live in that are meant for only one person to have, but only for a small amount of time. I wish I had known that later.

My purple-blue hair was in a messy bun still; I put on some light natural make up and put on some Holy Head Harpies socks. I would put on my shoes when it was time for us to go to the magical alley. 

With my bracelets upon my wrists and my teeth brushed, I grabbed one of my school books off of the nightstand that was next to my twin-sized bed. 

I went down stairs and went into the kitchen and plopped myself into a chair at the kitchen table; I grabbed some notebook paper and a freshly sharpened pencil with an unused pink eraser. I still had some Astronomy summer homework to finish up before I went back to school. 

I was supposed to write a paragraph about one thing that I saw in the night sky during the summer. If this was easy enough, why the hell didn't I do it earlier? I could be watching Netflix right now! Ugh.

I began to write.

In the night sky this summer, I saw the moon. It was either full, half present, a crescent, looked a whole lot like a toenail clipping, or was simply not there. However, I know that the moon is always there; the way that we view it is just due to it's shadow, and the Earth rotating. 

It was a short paragraph, I know. I didn't exactly care all that much at the given moment.