Hiya All!

Welcome to my new fanfic, which basically follows Rose Weasley through her Hogwarts years. There will be drama, there will be romance, and… I sound like some sort of announcer from the Bachleorette.

Anyhow, for those of you who follow me, you'll know I've been having a hard time with my other long fanfic. I'm hoping that working on something else will help me get out of that rut and start writing again! Yay!

Now… on to the story!

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The Weasley family. Known for its red hair, freckles, absurd amount of children, and, of course, its fiery temper. There is also the fact that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger married into the family and the youngest son Ron went along with the other two on their various exploits, but that is more of a subplot when looking at the overall Weasley story.

The Weasleys are respectable. Often dead poor, but that has changed more recently. Something about war heroes… but I digress. The Weasleys are known to be the champions of Muggle borns and proud blood traitors. Loyal, passionate, and quick to defend a friend, with words or spells.

These are all very good traits, of course. Highly admirable. The Weasleys are always very well thought of, now a days. I sighed, laying calmly on my bed in my room, listening to the argument currently happening bellow me. As my Mum screamed loud enough to break a few windows, I wondered absently what Dad had done this time.

You see, I, Rose Weasley, am different from all the rest. I have no idea when or how it happened. Maybe I was always this way. But I think that I should blame the environment I've been growing up in.

I live in a house with just my mum, my da, and my brother, Hugo. But most of the time we have at least one, if not more than one, relative hanging about the place. The Weasley cousins (along with the Potters, but they have Weasley blood, so they count) would move from Weasley house to Weasley house, bringing chaos in their wake. I, of course, was dragged along as well. It was always loud, fights constantly breaking out as those Weasley tempers got the best of pretty much everyone. Even the adults fought a lot, most of the time good-naturedly. My Mum and Da make a hobby of fighting. They are still very much in love but… they are very different. It's only natural that fighting be part of their existence.

It's only natural that, with all this noise and chaos around me, I became quiet. When everyone talks, you have to have a balancer, who sits quietly in the corner and listens. That is me. I'm quiet, I'm calm, and I always keep my head. If I find something funny, I don't roar with laughter. I'll smile, or beam if I think it's really hilarious. If I'm sad, I'll sigh. If I'm frustrated, I might lean back and massage my temples for a bit. I don't yell, I don't scream, and I don't make a ruckus.

It's made for a very odd life, sometimes. I'm not what you would expect a Weasley to be, even physically. I didn't inherit the flaming red hair or abundance of freckles. My hair is a dark auburn and the only freckles I can find are scattered very lightly across my nose. I am small and compact, as my Aunt Ginny and Grandma Weasley are, but all signs show that I will be somewhat of a medium height, like my Mum. My eyes are a clear blue, like my Da's, but eyes have never been a specifically Weasley characteristic.

Even when I was younger, my Mum would look to me for the sane opinion. My brother is, and was, just as wildly Weasley as Weasley could be, encouraged by father. I'm really much more of my mother's child, with her intellect and looks, although, luckily, my teeth are quite average sized. My Mum had to shrink hers. Also, my hair isn't bushy, instead choosing to be wavy. Otherwise, I'm told that my body frame and facial shape match hers almost exactly, when she was my age. Still, when she raves and rants at my father, I can only think that we are nothing alike in temperament.

I'm only eleven years old, and I feel like more of an adult than they are, already. What will they do without me when I leave for Hogwarts tomorrow? I shuddered at the chaos that they would soon find themselves in. Still, I had to leave the nest sometime and let them fend for themselves. And, of course, I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts.

I closed my eyes and clasped my hands, wishing with all of my heart.

I wish… that people would grow to like me even if I'm not your average Weasley. I hope they won't decide who I am because of my last name.

As the yells from downstairs quieted, I opened my eyes and prepared to spend my last night in the house that, for eleven years, I had called home.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! After this, I'm working on my other fic, don't worry.

As for this… I know Rose isn't what you expected. I am trying to make her different.

So… please, please, PLEASE review and, also… no flamethrowers please. If you want to criticize something, do it in a polite manner. Thank you.