Day by day more and more news arrived on how the Death Eaters were breaking into random homes to find the 'so-called' daughter of him. Harry fucking Potter was always the one to break the news at the dinner table and always eyed me when he talked about it. I really wanted to punch him in that stupid face of his. Diagon Alley had been completely ruined by the Death Eaters and the Ministry was trying to rebuild everything.

"I went to take a look today and I was shocked! Everything was a mess!!" Potter exclaimed while watching me for a reaction.

"What about my shop?" George asked.

Right. His joke shop that I visited once and found a bit overwhelming.

"It's better than other shops but still pretty bad. Sorry, George." Potter winced.

Beside me, George sighed and said, "I should probably go take a look soon. Is it alright if I come in tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the Ministry will allow you to since" but I didn't hear the rest of his sentence cause I zoned out. I mean who wants to hear his fucking voice.

Recently, George has been constantly checking up on me. It's because of that night I broke down in his arms. To be honest I thought I would find it annoying to have him always asking me if I was ok but I actually didn't mind it. It's um kinda nice to have someone thinking about you. Like knowing someone is always wondering how you're doing? I'm still trying to figure out how to describe this feeling. He's somehow always in my head. When I lay down at night all I can think about is George George George. However, I don't resent this as it gives me something else to think about other than the Death Eaters chasing after me. I've also noticed that the frequency of my nightmares has gone down and I hope it just stays that way. I did not want George to see me in that state ever again.

I finished my dinner and I placed my bowl in the sink. I was still so fascinated at how magic can do anything for you. Even wash the dishes! Life would be so much easier if I had learnt more magic. I sometimes wondered what it'd be like if I had gone to Hogwarts or some other Wizarding school. Would I be as introverted as I was now or would I have made friends and be the complete opposite? Would I be the good girl and gotten good grades or would I have been rebellious? I thought about what house I would be in if I'd play Quidditch. It was these things that were always in my mind. Daydreaming about what if my life was different. If he wasn't my father and I was just a normal girl.

But I knew that would never happen. That was always the thing that would bring me back to reality. I'd get too invested in my own fantasies and then that betraying thoughts of but he is your father or this isn't your true life would come and ruin it all. I knew all this. But it didn't mean it doesn't hurt. 

A/N hopefully my schedule will clear up soon and you guys won't need to wait so long for updates!! it's christmas so idk but *crossing my fingers*~ 

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