Second Filter
I honestly don't know if I ever told you this, because you're all old, but maybe I didn't, because I'm starting to get the feeling that you never told me very much about what was going on in your head.
I was teased a lot, growing up. My brothers teased, but that's how brothers are. I knew they loved me — at least, I figured it out as I got older. But once I got to Hogwarts I was tormented. My first year I was miserable. I had secondhand robes that didn't fit right and all my books were worn down. The sole kept falling off my right shoe even though I kept trying to repair it, and finally had to keep it together with Spello-tape. The other girls made fun of how I looked, and how I wore my brothers' hand-me-down pyjamas. They made fun of how I talked, they said I was too much like a boy and I only liked stupid jokes. And Harry ... Merlin, I was such an idiot around your dad, I was the worst. I thought he was a god. And I thought that he'd never, ever like me, because he was so much better than me and I was ... me.
[...] I guess my point is, I didn't tell my parents, either. I love them, I love them so much, but I didn't tell anybody.
I guess I can see why you'd want to run away and find something that was just yours, and nobody would say anything about you.