AN: I own my OC's only not anything in the Harry Potter franchise.

Cassy was a girl. Indeed she knew this and apparently the man across the street did too. He liked to touch and she knew he wasn't supposed to.

They didn't believe her though. Her parents she meant. She wasn't too sure why they didn't like her. She supposed it was her black hair when they were blondes. Or maybe she was adopted. Who knows?

Her father or step-father really was...a character. Cassy was intelligent and could see that he did not love her mother like she loved him. She once tried to tell her mother. It had earned her a red cheek. She didn't try again.

Maybe it was the weird things she could do. She had once not wanted to wear a purple dress so it turned white.

Or maybe it was what she did to the man across the street. He decided to touch and she decided to burn. He did not live and she felt no regret.

Perhaps it was because she lacked feelings. She had been told her eyes were cold and broken. That gray eyes should be sparkling. Gray eyes shouldn't look like the blades of knives.

She stopped dwelling on why her parents didn't like her to reassess her surroundings. Her step-father and mother had decided to go camping in a forest and 'forgot' she wasn't awake.

She supposed it wouldn't be too bad. She could always build something or find a creature to eat her. Either way would be fine.

Walking around she came to a conclusion that for at least twenty miles there wasn't any other human life. That was fine.

Summoning whatever power she knew she possessed she willed it to form into a shelter. Ten minutes later, she was exhausted but had shelter. A small house was in front of her. She walked inside and found that this power had made her a bed. She was grateful to whatever had given her this power and fell asleep.

Food. There was food here. She liked food. It should be the ruler of the world because food was a great bonding source. Eating a pizza, she decided to look at herself in a mirror.

She was 4'3 and rather skinny but not unhealthy. A small nose and a mouth that was a light pink. Black hair falling to her mid-back and almond shaped eyes that were gray. She took another sip from her juice box and frowned. There wasn't anything wrong with her appearance in her eyes.

Noticing the slight purple around the edges, she wondered if there was such thing as regrowing a limb with this power. She wished to study her eye closer with morbid curiosity.

She was indeed alone but she was used to that. It made reading much easier. She took out a rather large book. This would be her new book. The Dictionary.

Boredom was a frightful thing. It made most people whiny and slightly depressed.

Cassy decided to take the time to learn how to fight. Kicking several holes in the walls was fun. It had been seven weeks since they had left her. She mused on what life would be like had she still stayed with them.

Sucking on her lollipop, she wondered why she had such a power on her. It ran throughout her body, in her veins yet she didn't know how it got there or why it decided to stay.

Deciding to meditate, she was immediately welcomed to colors. That was how she liked her mind. If anyone tried to break into her mind, they would be given a very painful headache.

After an hour, she came back out and sighed. Before going about her routine again. Wake up, exercise, mediate, eat, shower, read, watch a TV show, exercise and sleep. It had gotten quite boring though.

About nine weeks after, she was greeted to eyes when she woke. Bright blue eyes that shined with worry and fear. Sitting up slowly she looked at the boy. He seemed relieved that she had awoken.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought you were in a coma or something!" The boy had hurried to speak and seemed rather fearful of what her reaction would be. She simply tilted her head.

"Who are you?" Those where the first words she had spoken in four months.

"Oh I'm Eddie! Eddie Winters! I uhm...was running and I saw this house so I snuck in to hide and I found you! Are you okay? What's your name? How did you get here? What is this place?" The boy, Eddie, she reminded herself, asked many questions.

Looking at him she realized his clothes were torn and he seemed on edge. Deciding to humor him she answered.

"I'm fine. I arrived her four months ago. This is my home and I built it." He seemed scared to open his mouth so she decided to help out.

"Do you need help finding your parents?" She knew he was abused after the stiffening of his muscles and the way his skin turned pale.

"Ah...no. Thank you though. I should leave now, I'm sorry for intruding!" He started to walk towards the door. Well...she had been getting quite lonely.

"You can stay if you want." He looked at her with hopeful eyes and she realized she was now understanding why people help others. The look he had was enough to tell her he was grateful and his eyes shined bright.

"Oh, thank you!" He was very grateful to her, she could tell. She decided to make another room as they walked and when they arrived at the newly made room (not that he knew), she said he could stay in there.

Eddie walked into the room looking with admiration. She turned to leave before he stopped her with a cough.

As she turned, he hesitantly asked her a question that was weighing on his mind.

"What's your name?" She smiles at him and walked out as she replied.

"Cassidy. Cassidy Sinclair."

AN: I wrote this as I asked a friend to review the story for me. After looking at her suggestions, I looked back at the story and realized I had a blank slate for every OC. So I've decided to add on chapters giving them more background. Thank you for reading!

~BloodyAmusement