My Twisty, Turney, Timey, Wimey, Messed Up, Life

by GeekoutFreakoutLoverofPancakes

Cassie had everything she didn't want. A fan club, groupies, fame. All she wanted was to be liked for who she was, not who her parents were. She just wanted to be know as herself, not as what everyone thinks she should be. When accidents happen, life takes a turn for the worse. But things always need to get worse before they get better. AU AH Next-Gen, TimeTurn, T for language.

"James?"

The darkness was pulsing, gushing, oozing pain. Why couldn't she see, where was she, what had happened. There was someone sitting next to her. Clutching at her hand like she was going to die.

She couldn't be at home, the bed was too small, to soft. It was like sitting on a marshmallow, the feeling like she could sink in and fall straight to the floor.

She couldn't feel her feet, her legs were numb. Her eyes felt thick, heavy, like she had slept for a year. Still she struggled to open her eyes, to see, to wake up and find that it was just one of her horrible nightmares. But nightmares never felt so real.

"James, wha... What happened?"

She wriggled her hand loose, pushing back with her fore-arms, sitting up to the best to her abilities. "James?" She was getting worried now. He would never ever let her stay in the infirmary by herself. "James, please! Why, why can't I see?" Bringing her hand up to her cheek, she could feel something, something soft but restraining.

Moving franticly, haw could feel James stiffen beside her. "Pomfrey said that you should leave that on." He shied away from her when she reached out for him. Why was he doing this to her? "Screw what Poppy said, this is coming off now."

Reaching around, she unraveled the gauze that was covering her eyes. Blinking, she waited. Nothing. Nothing but black.

"What can you see?" James asked, his voice low and, dare she say it, terrified.

She paused, she couldn't believe it, there was no way that this was happening. This was fourth year, as far as she knew, this was the golden year, the year where everything was supposed to fall into place.

Everyone had stopped looking at her like she was a prize, the best thing that had happened in her life. She was no longer the daughter of Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger, the International Quidditch star and Gryffindor's Princess, she was Cassie, seeker extrodinaire, an over achiever, a marauder, a friend.

James was nervous, still waiting for an answer that he dreaded.

Her voice was low, broken, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Nothing,"