I do not own Harry Potter or JK Rowling.

I am deticating this fan fiction to my friend Max. All you need is a friend. I want to be that friend. I don't hate you.

Sometimes to find the best things in life, you have to search for years. Sometimes to find the happiest day in your life, you have to wait until you're 60 years old. Sometimes to find the good side in somebody, you really have to get to know them.

Tammy Edwards was a girl. After spending the first 10 years of her life as a pathetic girl begging for friends, she had a chance to start over when she got a letter from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But when she saw that witches and wizards were just the same as anybody else, she decided it would be too hard to seem normal. Tammy almost never talked to anyone. People didn't seem to notice her at all. Her only friend she ever had in the muggle world that was a witch turned away from her because she didn't approve of Tammy's new personality.

The story starts at the end of November. It was a cold, boring day at Hogwarts and all the students were in their last class of the day, staring at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. A pair of twins with red hair was talking quietly in the back of the Transfiguration room.

"And now for partners. And I know better than to pair up the twins." Professor McGonnagol said, the last part was to herself though.

She started naming the pairs. "Anderson and McDevitt. Popick and Cunningham. Mongelli and Davis. Weasley, George Weasley and Edwards."

George looked confused. "Edwards who?"

"Tamara Edwards." McGonnagol told him.

"You must have the wrong class."

"No I assure you. She's in this class."

George looked around and saw a girl. He had never noticed her before. He sighed, not wanting to be paired with anybody he didn't know.

McGonnagol continued. "Jordan and Weasley. Maniscalco and Licari..."

George caught up with Tammy after class. "Hey. I'm George." He stuck his hand out for her to shake it.

"Hi." Tammy said, not shaking his hand.

George slowly put his hand down. "Okay... Want some candy?"

"No."

"Are you in Gryffindor?"

"No."

"Ravenclaw?"

"No."

"Hufflepuff?"

"No."

"Slytherin."

"Yes."

"Want to go for a walk to talk about our project?"

"No."

"Are you even going to work on the project?"

"No."

"So I'm gonna do all the work?"

"I suppose."

George was starting to get annoyed. He took out his wand and waved it, casting the talking charm on her. "So what's up Tamara?"

"Please call me Tammy. And to answer what you said, the ceiling's up. Duh."

George grinned, deciding to find out a little about her before the spell wore off. "Got any hobbies?"

"I write poetry a lot. I'm pretty good at it."

He figured the spell would have only a minute left in it. "Wanna be friends?"

Tammy nodded. "Sure. You seem nice."

"You too."

"Thanks."

George grinned. "So let's get started on the project."

"No."

So now it was time for the one-word sentences again. "Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like it."

It surprised him. The spell hadn't worn off yet.

They kept talking and talking and then...George realized they had been talking pretty long. It was what he feared, though wanted a lot. She was going to be talking like this for really long.

But then when people walked by she acted like she usually did, like she was invisible. Maybe she would just talk to him. Maybe it wasn't the spell. Maybe the spell made her change her mind.

George shrugged. "See you later.' He walked away.

The next five years went by in a snap. Before they realized how much time had passed, it was Fred and George's 7th year in Hogwarts. The only person Tammy talked to was George and sometimes Fred. But she refused to let them tell anybody she talked.

George and Tammy were really close. Not as a couple but as friends. Fred and Angelina Johnson really like each other and George could swear that they have a secret relationship.

And that is where the second chapter will start. :)