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My Name is Elizabeth Marcipane, but everyone just calls me Lzzy. I am half Italian. My father, Antonio Marcipane, was born in Italy, more specifically in Campobasso which is the capital of Molise, the smallest region in Italy. He came to England as an immigrant worker when he was 18 and met my mother, Alexandra Hale, one year later.
My father is a muggle and my mother was a pureblood witch. Yes, she was, because she died when I was six. She died in a car accident which is a very mugglish way to die for a brilliant witch like her. I am the youngest of three children.
My sister Lorella is the only one of the three of us who was born in Italy. My parents travelled to Italy a few weeks before the childbirth. That’s why she is the only one with an Italian name. She is eight years older than me and my brother Arejay is five years older than me.
Arejay and I are very close as siblings. I think to witness the death of your own mother is something that gets you close. The two of us were with her in the car. While Lorella shut herself completely out of the family, Arejay and I tried to seek comfort in each other after her death. I still have nightmares of that night sometimes.
My dad married again seven years after my mother’s death. My stepmother, Nathalie, always tries her best to be the mother we need, even though she knows that she can’t replace our mother. No one can. She is a muggle, too.
While we have a rather large family in Italy with, what it feels like, a hundred aunts, uncles and cousins, we don’t have any family in England. There’s just us. My dad , my stepmother, my sister, my brother and I. We are the Marcipanes.
We are very close with the Weasleys. Molly Weasley and my mother were best friends since their time in Hogwarts. They even got pregnant around the same time with Ron, the youngest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and me. We were both born in March in 1980. She is like a second mother to me like the rest of them are like a second family to me.
I even look a bit like I was one of them. Long ginger hair cascades down my back in gentle curls and a bunch of freckles adorn the skin of my nose and cheeks, which is as pale as the rest of my skin. I have big green-brown eyes with long and thick lashes. My right eyebrow is split by a scar which is a leftover from the accident my mother died at. With not quite 5’2 feet I am rather small and petite.
Well, not all of the Weasleys are like family to me anymore. There is the one who is more than a brother or a friend. Fred Weasley is my soulmate, the love of my life. Our story starts in the middle of my fourth year in Hogwarts. That was the year I fell in love with one of my best friends (what a cliche).
I was sorted in Gryffindor in the first year and, thanks to Ron, became best friends with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger along with him. Fortunately, he chose the compartment in the Hogwarts Express when we travelled to Hogwarts together for the first time.
So this is the story of Fred Weasley and Elizabeth Marcipane. Enjoy.