Ok, I've finally decided to put something up on here. It's in a bit of an odd format but I think you'll quickly get the hang of it.

It's set first gen, and runs alongside the original books. I hope to stick by the original JK story in nearly all circumstances, and to keep all plot with Harry the same, merely adding my own twist and a new character. You'll see what I mean.

The first few years will probably be pretty quick and vague, but it'll get more detailed later on.

And yes, it will eventually be OC/Charlie Weasley, but that won't be for a while. As this is like a life story, they'll be other relationships first.

Now, let's begin.

Chapter One
Hey

Hey.

How're you?

Really? Wow. That's so different to what everyone else says.

Yeah, I'm fine too, thanks for asking.

So… I guess I should start with the basics, huh? And I suppose the basics of the basics would be my name. Well, for most people it would be, but that's beside the point, isn't it? Cassandra Syter. That's my name, by the way, not some weird swear word or anything. But you can call me Cassie. Everyone does. God, that sounds real cheesy don't it? But in this case it's true, so I'll stand by it.

Like half of you guys out there, I'm a girl, but you could probably tell that from my name, couldn't you? Unlike most of you, however, I'm a witch. Yep, I know – broomsticks and black cats all round. And don't start with some lame hag joke, alright? 'Cause I've heard them all before. Trust me on that one.

Yeah, so being a witch is pretty cool I guess. I mean, I find it hard to imagine how all you muggles manage without magic all the time. Muggles? Oh, sorry, that's what we call people who can't use magic – 'we' witches and wizards that is. And other magical creatures, but it was us that came up with the word.

Believe it or not, however, it isn't all ladeeda in the wizarding world. Yes, we don't have to spending hours peeling potatoes by hand and we can travel miles in seconds, but it's not all that different. We still have to work. I myself work for the Ministry of Magic – yes, there's a ministry, no, only the muggle Prime Minister knows about it – in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Beast Division. And if you thought that was a pain to read, just imagine what it's like to say every time anybody asks what you do. And, just like muggles, before we work we have to go to school. I say have to, but it's really not that bad. Although in my opinion, they still give out far too much homework. It can be fun at times though. My school years were. Most of the time. And there are loads of laws controlling use of magic so we can't just do whatever we like, even if we have the magical talent. It doesn't all come naturally you know. Hence the schools.

Apart from the whole witch thing, I would call myself average. Not much special about me. Not anymore, anyway. Granted, I did use to be a bit different from others, but isn't everybody as a teenager? Yep. Average. That's me. Well, I breed Granians in the back garden, but that's about it. They're winged horses, in case you didn't know. Grey ones. Deadly fast. Quite a market for them these days. But they can be a bit of a handful sometimes, especially if you have to juggle as many things as I do. Still, it's better than doing nothing. My life – average yet full.

Now, my in-laws on the other hand… Phew, they would be classed as the opposite of average. There'll be a garlic loving vampire before their names are forgotten. Vampires? They exist, by the way, and are quite nice once you get to know them, despite the bad press. I dated one when I was young. Of course, that was before I fell in love.

Love, eh? You don't have to be a witch to understand that one, do you? Isn't it odd how they tell you all this stuff about love at first sight and the one, but really it's no way that simple? It's difficult. If it wasn't then it wouldn't be so fantastic or sought-after. It's a game of trial and error and most of the time you lose. Sometimes so often that you just think of giving up and quitting. But if you don't even play the game, how do you ever expect to win?

Hmm.

Well, on that note I think it's high time that we get on with this. I suppose we should start where all good stories do.

The beginning.