Hi, my name is Teresa Corleone. But let’s get a few things straight from the start: Yes, my last name is the same as the Godfather; NO, my family isn’t in the mob (very distantly related to one, though); yes, my family used to own a resteraunt, but that was before I was born; and yes, I’m the only Italian-American girl at Hogwarts. My family moved here when I was 10, which resulted in little Muggle-born me getting a letter the next year. I look fairly average: Long, wavy auburn hair; I’m as tall as any one of the Weasley brothers; Not bean-pole skinny, but a healthy weight (which seems to shock a lot of people; after all, we Italians ARE known for our love of eating); and my skin is almost as pale as Draco Malfoy’s hair, which bugs me, because I don’t tan, I get a sunburn almost INSTANTLY.
Being American, all the Brits here expect me to be obnoxious and haughty; but also being 2nd generation Italian, they also expect me to be fat. WHICH I’M NOT! I’m considerate and kind, and known for being incredibly brave, but I’m also known for hexing a boy whose hands like to wander (ah, the curses of developing early!), so that resulted in me being Sorted into Gryffindor. I’m good at school, but I’m not as smart as Hermione Granger. When she stood up for me that first day on the train, when some older Slytherins were taunting me, I knew that we would be friends. And we are; next to Ginny, I’m her second best gal pal (as Ginny likes to put it). When Ginny came to school, we became friends almost instantly. Her brothers, especially Fred and George, didn’t (and still don’t) see me as something to lust after, but welcomed me into their circle; as a result, I’ve been in on some of their best pranks, but no one suspects me of doing anything. I’m the one who distracts the teachers (but they never suspect the Golden Child of ever misbehaving). All the Weasleys are welcoming, especially in my 4th year, when my parents decided that it wasn’t good to have a witch for a daughter, and then they disowned me and went back to America, telling me never to contact them again. Every summer, I’ve stayed with either Hermione or the Weasleys; it’s been some of the best times of my life.
But during 5th year, something between me and Ron changed; I started to see him in a different light. Turns out that I had a crush on him. But he was interested in Hermione; any dolt could see that. But when he was comforting me about my parents, I had thought that he felt something for me.
~Start of flashback~
“WHY??? What did I do to make them hate me? They were ecstatic when I got the letter!”
“Sssh, Teresa, there’s nothing that you did to make them hate you.”
I leaned into his arms and sobbed even harder. I knew that he was right, but what made my parents change their minds?
“Hey, stop crying, I’ve got you, nothing’s gonna happen as long as you’re with me.”
He kissed the top of my forehead and tilted my chin upwards. He looked at me and said “I hate it when you cry; it tears me apart.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Then he lightly kissed me, pulled me close, and hugged me. I had never been happier.
~End of flashback~
Now it’s our 6th year. I’m still friends with Hermione, Harry, and Ginny, but Ron seemed to become distant. I had tried to talk to him, but he never really responded. Nowadays, it seems that all I do is look at my old family album and wish for happier times.
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