Disclaimer: Still don't own the books, or the characters, only Ian (who's name and description was helped from my lovely friend XD) and Cady.

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"Welcome. Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet I would like to say a few words. And here they are. Nitwit! Blubbler! Oddment! Tweak!"

The sparkling eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacles quickly surveyed the crowd, stopping once on Harry Potter, who was apparently a big thing, before Professor Dumbledore gracefully sat, his long silvery-white hair shimmering in the candlelight of the great hall. Tonight the sky was starry and clear on the ceiling, the candles suspended from the ceiling barely flickered with the lack of breeze outside. Over at the Gryffindor table, George was keeping himself busy, stuffing his face with any food he could reach and I smiled slightly to myself. To his left, Fred was doing the exact same thing. I saw some of the first years staring at them incredulously and I couldn't supress a snort of laughter. The poor first years wouldn't know what hit them. Ron, their younger brother, was following in their footsteps, stuffing as much food as possible in his mouth. I shook my head and snuck one last quick peak at George, still obliviously eating his food, and dug into my own food. I relished being back at Hogwarts. The teachers "adored" me, according to the twins, but it was just because I always put my best in. A hand tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to face Ian Summers, effectively pulling me from my riviere.

"Good summer, Summers?"
He laughed his rumbling growl low in his chest and sat in next to me.

"Is that the best you can come up with Neysa? That joke is very old."

"I believe it is the contrary my good sir. It's only the second time I've been able to ask. Therefore the joke is new."
I spoke with such a sure, serious manner, he burst into laughter instantly. Ian's face was transformed when he smiled. His light brown-blonde hair, which curled at the end to frame his face, hid the almost golden tones of his skin, and his golden brown eyes shimmered with the lights of fireflies on dark summer nights. It was odd just how much his name suited him. He was always a quiet, introverted person too, though would never turn away someone that wanted to talk, and he shared my love for reading, though he only cared for books from "our" world, none of my "muggle crap". Top him off with his deep, prematurely broken voice, echoing like a frog on a dusky summer night, and the build of a chaser, albeit a reserve chaser, and Ian Summer was not only the embodiment of summer, he was the embodiment of many girls' fantasies at school.

"Hello, earth to Cadence? The term hasn't even started and you're already daydreaming about me. I'm flattered."

"Oh give it a rest already Ian. You know I can't resist your charms. But-"
He interrupted me and sighed over dramatically.

"I know. Your heart belongs to another. However will I live with myself?"
I shook my head and laughed at him incredulously, before struggling to finish my pumpkin juice and treacle tart. I looked up once more to see George talking animatedly to the new students, and a smile tugged the corners of my red lips. Ian was talking about his summer, something about getting a muggle summer job, but I suddenly felt too dizzy. I slumped almost into my plate and Ian's arm around my waist held me up.

"Hey, Cad, come on stay awake. Come on. The Headmaster has a few things to say, and then we can go. Promise."

"No… we have to sing the school song."
He shook me once more but I just lay against him and dozed, fighting myself to stay awake, knowing the teachers would find it highly disrespectful. Ian's arm around me was the only thing tying me to the Grand Hall, the welcoming feast, the school. I just wanted to drift into nothing and sleep for the next twenty or so years. Sleep…was such a wonderful thing… I could dream it was George's arm around me, not Ian's, and I sleepily mumbled his name before I drifted off.

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"And you're sure it was pumpkin juice? She didn't drink anything else?"

"Positive Professor. She had pumpkin juice and treacle tart, but neither of them seemed suspicious in the slightest."

"Thank you Mr Summers. You can go now."

"I'd rather stay if that's alright. She'll need a familiar face when she wakes."
I heard a few more mumbles of conversation, but most of it passed over my head. Suddenly I jerked up, remembering the fact that we had to sing the school song.

"The song! I missed it!"
Two low chuckles sounded and my eyes slowly focused on two faces. As they swum into view I could make out the twins.

"Oh well done Cadence. Passed out and all she can think about is the school. Such a wonderful student, she is." Fred Weasley chuckled again and George smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

"You think she'd spare a second to think about her best friends and how worried they were when Summers," I must have imagined the contempt in his voice, everyone loved Ian, "carried her out of the Grand Hall, looking like death had descended early."

"Oh Merlin. Ian. Is he ok?"

"See, no worry about us at all."
I threw my pillows at them and looked around the room. Damn, I'm in the Hospital Ward. I saw a figure walking over slowly and squeaked, but relaxed as soon as the figure stepped in the light. Ian had stayed, and brought me over a glass of water.

"Ugh, what happened?"

"Well princess-," Fred started with a slightly teasing tone.

"We were going to ask you the same thing." George smiled at me, his tone a little more worried than his brothers and I smiled back. Trust George to let the emotions show long enough for me to feel better.

"Here, drink this Cad. It's a memory potion. If anything happened you repressed, or was repressed, this should help." He patted my head and then sat in the seat next to my bed. I could tell this wouldn't be pleasant.

Well... That was fast.

I didn't know I could write so fast. But I wanted to.

Ian: Hey, I'm important in this story.

George: Bah, important my

Cady: GEORGE!

Fred: *snickers*

... my brain has issues... just saying O.O

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