Chapter 1- Meeting Paige

Well, she was just 17,You know what I mean,And the way she looked was way beyond how could I dance with another (ooh) When I saw her standin' there.

Before I met Paige, I had no idea of what lay ahead. But then Paige came along, and she changed everything. And nothing will ever be the same again.

Never again will I have to wonder who dies, who lives, who turns. I will never wonder who marries who, and who has children. Because of Paige, I'll know. And the thing is, I'll welcome it when something unexpected comes along. Because life's boring when it's all planned out for you. Though, my life isn't. I was supposed to die, and thanks to Paige I'll live. But that's not all I have to thank her for.

I have to thank her for saving my family from having to cope with my death. I have to thank her for playing crazy match-maker. I have to thank her for being hyper, and crazy, and deluded, and strange. I have to thank her for being excited at the thought of magic, and not hating me for it. I have to thank her for all these things and more.

But most of all, I have to thank her for being her. I have to thank her for being Paige Jessica Chase, my friend, my love, my salvation.

The day I met Paige Jessica Chase was the usual day. She changed all that.

I was simply in London, walking towards the Leaky Cauldron to leave Muggle London. But then she hit me. Literally. Only, instead of going all ballistic on me, she laughed. She just sat on the floor, laughing hard. She was different, that was for sure. She was just Paige.

She had dark brown hair, which fell down part of her back, and brown twinkling eyes, and a round face. She was beautiful, but in an understated way. And because I'm me, I had to talk to her. At this point in the story, she always hits me for admitting that I only spoke to her at first because she was pretty. But that's not true. She was interesting, and that made me want to know more.

'I'm so sorry' I said, extending my hand to pull her to her feet. She took it, jumping up, still laughing.

'That's alright. I always run into things. I just don't look where I'm going. I'm Paige Jessica Chase, by the way. You know, you look just like Fred Weasley' she babbled. Okay, that was weird.

'Um, Fred Weasley? How do you know who he is?' I asked her. She looked at me like I was crazy.

'Everyone knows who Fred Weasley is' she said. At this point, I was getting seriously freaked out. I mean, I know I'm great and all, but great enough that a Muggle knows who I am? I don't think so.

'Um, how?' I asked.

'Have you been living under a rock for the past Circe-knows-how-many years? You know, from the Harry Potter Books. The best series of books in the world' she said. The Harry Potter Books? Harry has books written about him? I'm confused.

'What is your name? she asked suddenly.

'Fred Weasley' I answered absent-mindedly, trying to process the information. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

'Well, that must suck' she said. I narrowed my eyes. 'I mean, being called Fred Weasley and looking like him. Next thing you know you'll tell me you have a twin called George and your birthday's the 1st April!'

This girl must be a stalker. I mean, how else would she know all about me. It's fricking disturbing.

'I think you should meet my family' I announced. She looked slightly scared. She was younger than me, or so she looked, and probably nervous. 'Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you or something. I just want to know how you know all about me.' She looked at me, super-confused, before a big smile spread over the whole of her face. And suddenly, she was hugging me tightly.

'Oh my god, this is amazing. Fred Weasley's real! That has to explain it! That means all the other characters are real. Magic is real! Can you show me magic? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top!' she began babbling. Great. The freaky girl knows about magic as well. G-r-e-a-t.

'Um, maybe later. But right now, I think you should meet my family' I said firmly. She opened her mouth, a crease denting her forehead.

'Wait, what year of school are you in?' she asked. Bit of a weird question, but I answered anyway.

'I'm in my last year. Why?' I asked. She gasped.

'Have you ditched school yet?' What? How on earth did she know I was planning on ditching school?

'Nope, I'm not at school since it's the Christmas Holidays. I ditched my Mother momentarily to buy something from a muggle shop' I explained. She clung to me tightly.

'I need to meet your family. Now. I have something very important to tell them'. I knew she wasn't joking.