Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. All these fictional works are the sole property of the amazing JK Rowling. However the OC's are mine and the story line is mine.

I am not crazy. I am not crazy…but what if I am? Imagine having to ask yourself this question for your entire life. I have never been crazy. But when you see things you aren't supposed to, does this make you crazy? And who could you tell? Would you tell anyone? It has always been dangerous, being different. But what if it was all in your head?

(Transfiguring the page break to weird words)

The reflection stared at me in the glass of the moving train. My black and red hair was secured in place, leaving my annoying porcelain skin looking less white. Living in England did have its downfalls. I seemed to refuse to stay tanned. My storm grey-blue eyes added to this…Englishness. White skin, red lips, stormy coloured eyes. The black hair however, I furthered by the addition of red streaks, thanks to muggle hairdressers. Although it, and I, probably looked ridiculous to all the other students, I thorouhgly enjoyed having balck and red hair, with my lips almost the same shade as my hair. I sighed morosely, thinking about school and the muggle world, and opened up one of my newer books. Fifty Shades of Grey, you're everything I'd hope you'd be. I soon lost track of time and space, and I was transported into the world of the book. Nothing else mattered. Until a rather annoying voice alerted me to the present.

"Cadence…Cadence Neysa! Earth to Cadence!"

"Shut up or I find a new use for my book." George Weasley was staring at me over my book; his orange hair looked brighter than usual with his brown freckles protruding through his skin. His brown eyes sparkled at me and I sighed. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until we got to school or his brother came and whisked him away, so I put my book down.

"Hey George. How were your summer holidays? Wait don't tell me. You met some amazing muggle and she fell head over heels in love with you. Or, you blew up your house. Oh no my favourite, you finally perfected your latest prank, and you and Fred have been testing them while you wait for school to use them."

"It's good to see you too Cadence."

"Cady. Please. You know I hate it when you call me Cadence. You sound like Fred trying to be an ass when you do."

"And Merlin forbid if I did that. Now ... I see you have a new book. I'm guessing you've spent the whole summer holidays cooped up in that room of yours, reading as many books as possible."

"No…"

"No?"

"… I went to the beach once."
He laughed and I blushed, embarrassed at how predictable I was to him. All of my friends, the few that I had, knew me like the back of their hands. I spent as much time as possible reading as much muggle literature as I could. And they knew, that's where I would be. Reading. I have been to many foster homes over my childhood, so I knew getting acquainted was useless. It was better to escape reality in the books I lived for. This was my third year at school now, and I had finally gotten two best friends. Fred and George Weasley, the two most troublesome twins you could ever hope no to meet, were my best friends. But I preferred George just that little bit more. George was quieter, if you could use the word quiet to describe either of the twins, and was a much gentler person. He understood people a little better, and was able to sympathise and empathise better than his double. And I guess that's why I ended up falling in love with him too. Oh don't get me wrong, it has to do with a whole lot of his joking side, and charming personality, but the way he always talked me out of my stress and anxiety attacks, showed me just how sweet he really could be. I realised I had been thinking for a while now, and staring at him the whole time, because he was giving me the look. My look; the look that said, "Cadence, come back to the present". I blushed and tried to focus on what he was saying.

"Sorry George, what were you saying?"

"Apart from my best friend being the most spaced out person I know? I bought you a few new books over the holidays; nothing else exciting. Took me weeks, searching through the old bookshops, till I finally found the copies you could enjoy."
He handed me over the thoroughly battered and loved copies of the Narnia Chronicles, and tears sprung to my eye. These books were so similar to the ones my uncle had read for me when I was very little.

"George…" He shook his head and smiled at me, getting comfortable for the long train ride ahead.

"A George always knows best. Especially me. This George always knows best for you Cady."

Hey there fanfiction fans. This is my first fanfic, so please don't be too hard when reading it. But I'd love some reviews and critiques, so I know what ya'll want.

Thanks a bunch

Cady: *to george* SHE'S GOING TO MAKE ME CRAZY!

Me: you already are crazy...

George: You're the one talking to us

Me: O.O

And yes.. that conversation did happen IN MY MIND!

Thanks readers
WritingRoses xx