Hi, I'm Cass and this is my story. Don't ask me what I'm doing because I have no idea. People always ask me that, and I'm never really sure. If you want to hear my tragically embarrassing story, you might want to know who I am.

Well, my full name is Cassandra Angela Weasley and I'm 15 years old. My dad is Louis Weasley, and my mom ditched him when I was 3. I have 2 little sister, Holly who is a 14 year old blonde beauty, and Ava who is a certified genius, I mean she is 13 and takes my transfiguration class with me. I live and breathe quidditch. My BFF Miri Wood and I together make up the ultimate beating machine. I think we've been scouted by 7 professional quidditch teams or something. Mi, as I call her, has been my best friend/ cousin since before I can remember, yeah, she's also my cousin.

So, my story starts when I'm 15, and trust me it's not for the faint of heart. Bloody quidditch accidents, cheating, and fights turned my 5th year upside down. So hear it goes, and brace yourselves, buckle your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

September 1, 2050 Platform 9 ¾

"Dad its okay," I said, "You won't get called first semester again, Auntie Dom said Mi had really matured and that she could definitely watch over me this year, or every year, until I mature."

"Cass don't walk away from now,"

I turned back. His blond hair had started to slowly turn gray. He looked stressed and tired. Where had my fun loving, cool, carefree dad gone?

"Cassandra, look at me, I trust you." My father almost pleaded, grabbing my attention back to the real world, "Don't let me down."

I gave him one last hug and ran down the to meet Mi. She was giving her mom one last hug while her dad was loading her last trunk onto the train. She really had changed. She no longer looked awkward, but she looked mature. Her long, blonde hair had grown out and she had new clothes. She had a new confidence radiating around her, and I almost, almost thought she was someone else.

Today I was wearing a new outfit, and my brown hair was tied back in a braid and I was trying to look effortlessly beautiful, but I don't really think it was working.

"Don't' look now," Miri whispered, "but She's coming,"

"She" is Calliope Lee. Calliope or Callie as she is known by her idiotic Slytherin cronies, is what I like to call my nemesis, is mucus brained, hair twirling, boy dumping, idiot. She was a total air head with the extra hair to take the place of where her brain should be.

"Hey Girls, I how are you, I missed making you feel like total loser all summer." Callie said as she twirled her hair.

I wanted to scream.

She made me that way all the time. I always wanted to. It was hard not to bind with the body bind that very moment.

The IT happened.

It was a moment that would remain in my history.

Callie but as she slowly turned she spilled something on the floor. Something I didn't notice until I slipped and I didn't even comprehend that until a pair of strong arms caught me from underneath. This is where it gets bad, not that it wasn't bad before but it gets worse. Of all the boys with strong arms it's him. It's Bryson Finnegan.

Quickly I scramble out of his arms and got a sure footing on the platform.

"What was that for?" I almost screamed, "Why? I could have caught myself!"

"That's just the way things are." He replied softly, "If a guy sees a damsel in distress, especially a pretty one, he has to save her."

I should have been honored. All the girls in my year were desperately in love with him. He has blonde hair that always looked windblown, brown eyes girls melted at the sight of and he was the best chaser since, James Sirius Potter. Get my point?

Miri squeaked. As I looked over I saw my least favorite cousins Kaylee and Eira. They were almost as bad as Callie. Almost. I glared at them as they came up to us.

"Bryson, that was so heroic! Can you believe it Eira? Too bad he had to waste this act on our loser of a cousin."

"Well, she must not be that bad if she's your cousin, Kaylee."

I left to get on the train before I puked. Miri and I went to find Stella, Jess, and Brook. They were incoming 7th years and they were who Miri and went to with trouble that we couldn't solve ourselves. This was a problem. And we couldn't solve it.

"Hey girls, how are you doing?" Stella greeted us.

"Terrible, you?"

"Why are you so upset, I thought you were psyched to go back?"

"Yeah, but that was before Callie, falling, and being caught."

"Explain please,"

So it told them, with every excruciatingly embarrassing detail their eyes got bigger and bigger. Miri looked pitiful.

"I'm so sorry Cass, that sucks to start your year that way but it'll probably get better for a smart, beautiful girl like you," Jess said, trying to get my hopes up. I looked at her like she had two heads. She must still think I'm three.

It only got worse.

Let me tell you about my family. We are a mess of somehow related people who have enemies and besties within each other. In my year alone there is Violet, George, Lena, Aine, Luke, Tyler, and Anna along with Miri, Kaylee, and Eira. Plus myself. That's just 5th year. There are 34 kids in this generation of the family. And with that many people you are sure to have an enemy. Miri and I have Kaylee and Eira, and it's not pretty. Any guy, class, thing, even space at the table Kaylee has to have, bigger, better, and (especially with guys) for longer.

So when Kaylee and Eira came into our compartment with Bryson I was about to blow. My solution? Storm out of the room with all of them staring confusedly after me. Bryson held out his hand after me, and Jess, Stella, and Brook ran after me. I found an empty compartment and sat down and cried. Then what I heard outside confused me.

"That bitch," a voice I recognized as Ali surprised me.

Ali is Kaylee's older sister, and her calling her own sister a bitch is bizarre.

"Come on Jess, Brook, Ali let's go in." Stella said as the door clicked open.

"Cass, I'm so sorry for my sister's behavior. I know she was acting so mean it's hard to believe she's related to you. But that guy was all over."

"Yeah right Ali, Bryson Thomas is the hottest kid in my year and Kaylee is pretty much his equivalent. Kaylee, I know."

Stella looked confused. I sat there looking at them.

"Cass this is a terrible way to start your year but ignore it, it'll get better."

The rest the ride I felt better, Miri joined us in the other compartment. I tried to forget but was really hard. I had faith that my year would get better. We got to Hogwarts in one piece, sat through the sorting banquet without any outbursts and that night I found sleep easier than I thought I would.