Maya's PoV

"Charlie!" Ron yelled banging on the door.

"Yes Ron?" Came the reply.

"Let me out," He yelled.

"Not until you make up," Charlie said.

I rolled my eyes and started to draw. I didn't feel like completing the picture of me and Riley, so I started a new one, before I could think of something to draw I just started to draw. I don't know what I was drawing, but I was just drawing. I started to think about Bill and Charlie. They were my favorites in the family. They stayed, they passed the unofficial test that just seems to happen no matter what. When I looked down at the drawing, there were four tables with people sitting at each one and there was a cup with fire in it, an old man with a long beard was next to the cup and held too pieces of paper and looked very surprised. There were names on the pieces of paper. But I couldn't read them. I squinted at the names and they became clear in an instant.

Harry Potter

Maya Weasley

"I would start talking if I were you two! You're gonna be there a long time if you don't," Bill said.

"Fine!" Ron yelled.

"I don't hear anything," Charlie called.

"Well maybe you're deaf, dimwit," I called back. 

"That wasn't nice," Ron said glaring at me.

"Save it," I snapped, "I have things to do,"

"Like what?" He asked.

"Start a new song, study, I actually am trying to make a living, and it's working," I snapped.

Ron was silent.

"I want to be successful in life. I promised that I wouldn't let other people have to live like I did. I promised that I would fix someone else's roof. You may think of me as heartless, but I have reasons Ron. I'm going to get an education, and I'm going to help people," I continued.

"You're gonna help people?" He scoffed, "All you've been doing is hurting us,"

"You think that I'm not hurting? I just moved to another country! I just found out I have a Dad! I just found out I have 7 other siblings! I found out I'm a freakin witch! I had to leave my family, I don't care what you say about being blood related. They're my family, each and every one of them. I did everything with them. My Mom had me from a day old. She might not have been my blood mother. But she was my real mother. She sacrificed everything for me. She loved me as if I was her own. She was my mother, and she meant the world to me, and she still does. All of the people that I love the most I had to leave behind. I was forced to come here, they've been with me forever and I hate living without them. I want to go back so badly. I want to have fun with my best friends. They mean the world to me. I would do anything for them. I would fight tooth and nail to save them from whatever out there. They're innocent, they don't know everything thats out there, and I'm not going to ruin any of it for them. I already know whats out there, I'm supposed to be there to protect them. Riley thinks that pollution is one the worst things out there. They can read all they want about poverty and all that stuff, but you have to experience it to actually know it. Yeah, I know that you're all like we're poor, so sorry. But you have food on the table every night. When I was younger I sometimes went hungry because we couldn't afford anything. My Mom worked day and night with an endless amount of jobs, just to keep the lights on, I was cold at night. I had a leaky roof. I had cracks in the plaster, and holes in the wall. But I was happy. They are my world, I may not seem like a little bundle of joy like all you guys, but maybe thats because I'm different. What if I don't want to get into Gryffindor? What if I got into Slytherin, that seems to fit who I am better. I'm Resourceful, I'm cunning, and I have ambition. Would you disown me as a sister for that?" I ranted.

"Weasley's don't go anywhere but Gryffindor, Slytherin's a bad house Maya. You don't want to go there," Ron said.

"Merlin was a great wizard and he came from Slytherin. Just because Voldemort came from there, doesn't mean that its bad. Maybe I'm a Gryffindor, Maybe I'm a Slytherin, Maybe I'm a Ravenclaw, Maybe I'm a Hufflepuff, but what does that matter? Any of us can turn out to be what you name as bad. Some people categorize things as black and white, good and bad. But is that really all there is? Look around you, there are colors, there's grays, there are pinks, purples, theres everything out there. Look, I don't care if this speech means a thing to you, but it means loads to me. Don't judge a book by its cover Ron. Some Slytherins are great, some aren't as good. But then again, what about the Gryffindors? What about Peter Pettigrew?" I rambled.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Ron cut in, "But you talked all about your Adopted Mum in past tense, why? Also, what about your Dad? And also, don't hurt our family," Ron said.

"I'm going to hurt them however much I want, as much as they've hurt me," I snapped ignoring the wrenching of my heart when he mentioned my Mom.

"Don't you DARE hurt them!" Ron roared at me, "You're a monster! Well you're right! You're a slimy Slytherin! You're wrong! They're all bad! You've already hurt them enough! You're going to break this family apart! You're sick! And twisted! I'm embarrassed to be related to someone who would think so much like a monster! You're a monster! Thats what you are! We're all going to leave you! You'll be all alone, with your fellow snakes! You like that? Your Mother that you speak so highly of probably made you like that. She probably was in cahoots with You-Know-Who and sent you here to hurt us. To get information for the other side," 

"I don't care what you say to me Ron, I don't care at all. However much you and I dislike it, we're related. Fine, I'm a monster, call me all the names you'd like. Talk behind my back to your friends. Insult me all you like, but don't mention my Mother. Don't you DARE talk bad about my mother," I said angrily.

"Why not?" He challenged.

"Just listen once in your life Ron. And stop yelling, I don't like yelling, I don't like it at all," I said angrily.