You were Rosalind Potter, the older sister of Harry Potter and of course.. being his sister meant you loved with the Dursleys, you were 2 years older than Harry. You were 15 and he was 17 now, you got two bestfriends named Fred Weasley and George Weasley since first year.

Right now, you were at The Burrow with everyone, even your brother was there but not Bill and Charlie. Hermione was holding Ron's hand and reading a book at the table.

"Honey..."

Molly called Fred out as he sat at the table while she cut some vegetables and Fred look at her.

"Yeah?"

Fred asked his mother, frowning as everyone turned to look at Molly at the end of the table, cutting some salad and onions.

"She's cleaning the bathroom."

Molly said, trying to make Fred understand that she meant someone but Fred doesn't understand so he spoke.

"Who?"

Fred asked as everyone look at Molly and Molly spoke again.

"Rosalind."

Molly said and Fred frown, confused to why his mother was concerned.

"So?"

Fred asked, tilting his head.

"She's cleaning OUR bathroom."

Molly said, emphasizing the word 'our' while Harry bow his head down, understanding why you were doing that and it's hurted him.. Fred then stand up from his chair and goes upstairs to the bathroom, only to found you, scrubbing the floor with some brush.

"Hey there."

Fred said. Getting your attention as you look up at him with a grin.

"Hi!"

You said while looking up at him.

"Why are you cleaning the bathroom?"

Fred asked you, putting a hand on the doorframe.

"I clean! That's what I do."

You said as you get up, holding the brush.

"I did all the... The cooking and the cleaning for my aunt..."

You added, explaining and Fred understood a little and shake his head.

"You don't have to do any of that here."

Fred reassured you but you looked up at him and spoke.

"My aunt said that this is how you earn love..."

You explained and Fred understood and he press his lips in thin line, feeling sorry for you and almost wanting to cry for you.