Everyone knew the name of Harry Potter. The boy who lived. The one destined to defeat Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry was loved and adored by all. But you? Well... you were a different story. The younger twin of Harry Potter by fifteen minutes. The twin that caused Lily Potter fifteen more minutes of suffering in labor. The twin that even Voldemort cast aside in favor of precious Harry. You aren't important. No one cares about you.

This brings us to a delightful dilemma faced by the Order. As the school year came to a close, you had nowhere to go. And so it fell upon the friends of Harry and your parents to decide who should care for you.

"I can't possibly care for alex-music. I have too much on my plate with Harry!" Sirius protested.

"Well Molly and I have five kids to look after. Alastor should look after them." Arthur stated.

"Absolutely not!" Alastor Moody, otherwise known as Mad-Eye Moody, shouted, banging his fist down on the table.