You were a freckled baby with uncontrollable red hair. Try as you might, you've stayed that way. Except for the baby part.

No, you grew into a charming little girl who lisped (your most embarrising secret (pathetic, you know)) and was daddy's little princess. You believed everything he ever told you, and you always liked him a bit more than mommy who was always trying to get you to read.

You felt bad about liking daddy better, though, so you always gave her the nicest presents for Christmas, Mother's day, and her birthday. But you think she knew anyway. You still felt guilty.

You loved playing with your cousins – they were your best friends. You actually liked your brother – but then, you like most everyone.

Some might say that caused your problems. You wouldn't, obviously.

You went off to school at the age of eleven, with a teary farewell, but mostly excitement over all the new friends you'd meet. The first person you ran into on the train was a boy with blond hair and a pointed chin. He looked lonely and vaguely familiar – oh, he's the boy Daddy said to stay away from.

For the first time in your life, you disobeyed daddy. You went in and introduced yourself to that lonely boy. You've never seen someone so shocked, before or after.

Why did you do it? Well, everything Daddy had said before – treat others the way you want to be treated, everyone needs friends, be nice, - had gone against what he had said on the platform. Plus, mommy had always gone on about how everyone had some good in them, how everyone was equal.

So you were shocked when you wrote home about your new friend and received a Howler back. That was the first time Daddy made you cry.

You ignored Scorpius after that. You thought that since Daddy hated him (Daddy who couldn't hurt a fly) he must have done something horrible.

You weren't friends with him again until third year – when the Hufflepuffs finally learned about the War. You couldn't believe that was why Daddy didn't like Scorpius. He wasn't even alive for the war!

You started your friendship up again, but kept it quiet since you didn't want another Howler. You weren't a Gryffindor for a reason. If Scorpius had been a Slytherin, or a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, he might have been insulted. But since he was a Hufflepuff like you, he understood.

You kept it secret for three years. And when you told everyone, you weren't just friends anymore.

No, you announced your more-than-friendship to the world when you went to the sixth year ball with him.

You got another Howler for that but you no longer cared. You were in love.

Ironically, Scorpius's family was accepting. With Lucius dead in Azakaban, Draco had changed, and Astoria was a charming woman. Even Narcissa was nice once she warmed up to you, although that took quite a while.

You stayed with them for the summer holidays because your family had closed its doors to you as long as you were with Scorpius.

They thought you would come back to them in a week.

Instead, they had to come to you in five years.

At your wedding.

Your mommy comes in crying begging for forgivness. You forgive her, it's in your nature. Besides, you know full well that the whole thing was started by Daddy.

You forgive him, and the others, but you never forget. And your never daddy's little girl ever again.

You know better now.