I don't own Harry Potter, I wish I did but I don't. Especially George. The things I would do to that boy...

I realise in my last chapter I got the date wrong as Ron&Harry go to Hogwarts in 2001 (film wise – I think.) Either way the dates are all messy but you get my drift yes?
Damn I knew I'd mess something up, but anyway you get the gist, Ron and Cassidy are the same age. R&R. Kthanks.

2001

In five years Cassidy had grown up a lot, in many different ways. Even though she rarely spoke if she wasn't around the twins, and was small for her height she had an unreserved energy which made people listen to her when she spoke an almost quiet form of confidence. Her inky black curls flowed half way down her back now and her skin paler than ever, and all of that, unaware to her made George lover her more.

Cassidy rolled over, and glanced at the clock, she sighed as she realised that it was still 3am and she was no closer to sleeping then she was when she went up to bed at nine, unusually early for her, but she was sick of the looks everyone kept throwing at her. Full of pity. Cassidy sighed, she loved her family, honestly she did, she didn't care that there was no blood between them, she wouldn't ever leave. But it was that still to this day she hadn't shown a hint of being able to perform witchcraft and that today was the day that Ron would be getting his Hogwarts letter, and that she wouldn't. She'd be truly left behind.

She blinked the tears away, and stood up, angry that she'd let herself get that upset, all that mattered was that the Weasleys were happy, and as long as they were she'd pretend to. She owed them that.
She slipped out of the covers, shivering as the cold air hit her skin, tugging the hem of her oversized top down, as she quietly padded over to Fred and Georges room, slowly opening the door and slipping inside, careful to make no noise since Mollie had banned her from sharing a room with George when she was eight, even though she still did it most nights.
As soon as she gently closed the door she felt George's eyes on her back, as he pulled the covers back and shifted back until he was all but hanging off the bed. Cassidy huddled under the covers pulling George closer to her, pulling him into a bear hug, trying to drone out all noise except for his heart beat as tears began to slide down her cheeks. As soon as George felt her shoulders stop shaking from her silent sobs, he relaxed his arms and pulled her back so he could look into her eyes, the slither of moonlight which slipped though the curtains gave everything a serene feel.
"You going to tell me what's wrong?" George whispered, propping himself on his elbow and began brushing the damp curls out of her eyes.
"It's just," she sighed, trying her hardest not to burst into tears again, "I'm scared. I'm so different to you guys. Not just because I can't do magic but I'm more... muggle. I listen to rock music, I like muggle clothes, facebook, and I have muggle friends. And Ron's going to go to Hogwarts and then so will Ginny and I'll be left here and be totally different. You'll have magical careers and do wonderful things and I'll be getting by in the muggle world always thinking about this world and how boring the world I'm in is and I'll be so alone." She blurted out, burying into Georges chest, hiding the blush which had spread across her cheeks, it was the first time she'd ever admitted to George how alone she felt.
George pushed her back so they were looking into each other's eyes again, and shook her slightly, frowning at her as he whispered angrily at her, "don't you ever think that. Ever. No one here is ever going to leave you, you're family regardless if you've got magic or not. And you've never used a wand before, you could be powerful you just don't know," before pulling her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, "I will never ever leave you."
"Me neither," Fred mumbled groggily, "now some of us here are beautiful and need beauty sleep, so silence."
"Pussy," George whispered, throwing a discarded pillow in the direction of Fred's bed which earned them a sleepy growl from Fred before his snoring started back up.
"Sleep?" George asked, lying on his back with one arm still around her.
"Sleep," Cassidy whispered, resting her head on Georges chest and she didn't even stay awake long enough to register that George was pulling the covers up around them.

Cassidy groggily wandered down the stairs that morning after having her shower, four hours sleep didn't quiet cut it she thought, she hated having to slip out of George's room before Mollie came in to wake them up, but it was better than arguing with Mollie.
"Morning Cass," Arthur said glancing up from the Daily Prophet, "sleep well?"
"Yeah I suppose," she said quietly, slipping into the seat saved for her in-between Fred and George, and they both grinned at each other, with an identical excited glimmer in their eyes which usually meant something evil was going to happen.
"What have you done?" she asked them suspiciously, glancing at each of them in turn. And they both feigned looks of hurt on their faces, Fred even clutched at his chest.
"I am heartbroken," Fred said.
"Totally shocked," George carried on, "would we ever do anything bad. If she thinks we did something bad Gred-"
"Indeed, maybe we shouldn't let her see what it is if she thinks we're bad..."
"No," Cassidy poked Georges arm, and glanced up at him sadly, her crystal clear blue eyes shining up at him, "please can I see what it is." She asked in a small voice, pulling her arms dejectedly in her lap.
"Of course you can," George said quickly, ripping the package from his lap and passing it to her, with Fred raising his eyebrows at him.
"What?" George questioned him, as Cassidy picked at the wrapping paper, prising it open.
"Oh George," Fred said in a high pitched voice, fluttering his eyelashes, "What is it Georgie."
"Shut up Fred," he mumbled, making the tips of his ears begin to go red as the blush spread across his cheeks.
"Oh my," Cassidy whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at the package in front of her, "where'd you get the money for this?"
This time it was an evil grin that they shared, "ask us no questions little one and we'll tell you no lies," they jinxed, high fiving each other above her head.
"We called Patch," began Fred.
"What kind of a name is Patch anyway," George mumbled.
"And we got him to put all your music on here; this 'IPod' is really weird though. We couldn't work it." Fred finished saying, smiling from the grin on Cassidy's cheeks, "and we done a spell on it, well kind of, so now it works around magic too."
"You're amazing," she whispered, hugging them both, "nice way of distracting me," she whispered into George's ear as she gave him a hug and winked at him, before leaning back on the chair and picking up her cup of tea.
"The owls are here," grinned Ron jumping up and down on his chair, and Cassidy plastered on a fake smile for him, today didn't need to be ruined by her problems, and today was Ron's day.
And before Cassidy could even prepare the smile to stay on her face for the rest of the day and owls were sitting on the windowsill and Mollie was handing the letters out, "Percy dear here's your letters, and pass these to Fred and George, Ron my dear here you go," she paused with the last letter frozen in her hand, and Cassidy this is for you."
The false smile slipped off her face as the letter was handed to her, Fred and George started talking loudly about everything and nothing, trying to distract everyone from what had just happened.
With shaking fingers she opened her letter, and gasped, she'd seen the acceptance letter a thousand times over, when Fred and George got their letter she used to longingly read each line over and over again until it was embedded in her skull.
"I'm in," she whispered.
"I told you," George yelled, pulling her into a hug and swinging her around in a circle, making her giggle, he softly planted her to her feet and smiled at her, "I told you," he repeated again, softer this time making a shiver go down Cassidy's back.
Until Fred pulled her off her feet and swung her in a circle.

"You excited Cass?" George asked Cassidy as they boarded the train to Hogwarts, she had a headphone in which was blaring out music but George didn't say anything. He knew it calmed her.
"Yeah sure, I'm excited," she whispered back, clinging onto his hand as he pulled her down the crowded corridors and yelled out joyfully alongside his twin brother, "Oi Lee man where you been?"
Cassidy leaned wall, and smiled at George, he looked so happy and alive, she didn't want to ruin his day with her nerves, so she slipped through the groups of people and smiled at Lee when George introduced him, and whispered into his ear "you have fun, I'll go find Ron. I'll meet you at school."
"You don't have to worry about ruining my day," he replied simply, searching her eyes, as she tried to remain impassive but she felt a small judder of shock run through her body, not even George knew how afraid she was of that.
In return she just smiled back and turned and left, slipping through the people until she found Ron's carriage, gingerly knocking on the door, once she'd slid it open.
"Is it okay if I join you?" she mumbled, self conscious of how different she looked to everyone on the train. She had a baggy black knitted jumper which fell to the middle of her thighs so you couldn't see her shorts, but she had on a pair of holey black tights and pair of black patient doctor martins with an array of necklaces, which at home with her friends she wouldn't have stood out but here she stood out like a sore thumb.
"Sure," Ron said, smiling as she gracefully slid the door shut and sat next to him.
"Harry this is my sister Cassidy, Cass this is Harry Potter," Ron said politely trying to break the tension.
"Oh," Cassidy said, lifting her head up for a second and meeting his eyes, on reflex upon hearing his name before dropping her head back down fixating on the floor, "it's nice to meet you."
"You too," Harry said, "Ron was saying you were adopted," he carried on, trying to make conversation, "if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents."
Ron opened his mouth to answer for Cassidy, that was standard practice she barely ever spoke to strangers and even for the Weasleys it was a trail to coax her into a conversation, except the twins that is.
"I don't know," she said, lifting her head up a sudden surge of confidence, "they hated me, left me outside the Weasley house covered in bruises and obliterated my memory." She told him bluntly, the surge of confidence left as suddenly as it came and she dropped her head back down.
Silence ensued for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat, "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," she mumbled, putting the headphones in her ears and letting herself get emerged in the world or Kurt Cobain and heavy guitar.