Cassiopeia Black was the perfect girl. She was a top student, she was extremely tidy, and she always had her emotions under control. Fred Weasley was chaotic. He caused trouble wherever he went, he left messes for others to clean up, and he expressed his emotions freely. Cassie was just Ron's stuck up friend, and Fred was just Ron's stupid older brother. They could never be friends, let alone more. Right?

When Hermione finds Ron in bed with another woman, she runs to the burrow. When she get there she isnt exactly welcomed. There is someone new in the house and she cant put her finger on who he is. When she finally does, she is ecstatic. Charlie and Hermione havent seen each other in five years. They met at the Quidditch World cup in Hermione's fourth year. They grew close and they shared similar intellectual intrests. "The burrow!" I yelled and green flames cunsumed me as I was taken to my adoptive families home. As I stepped out of the fireplace I wiped my tears and knew my eyes would be red and swollen. "Hello?" i called into the seemingly empty house. I walked into the kitchen, heading to the kettle for some tea. When I turned the corner, a strong force pushed me against the wall and held me there. I cried out as my back painfully hit the wall. More tears leaked out of my already glossy eyes in pain. The end of a wand was stabbed into my collarbone. I looked up into the cold, but beautiful eyes of a stranger. He had weasley-like characteristics, the red hair, handsome, the blue eyes. The only thing different was that he had to be taller than all of them. He had stubble as the result of not shaving for a few days and curly hair. He pushed me into the wall harder and I involuntarily whimpered at the pain, his wand seeking a sensitive spot along my colloarbone. "Who the fuck are you?" "Hermione." I spoke definatly, my head held high. He pushed me even further into the wall making me wince in pain. "Why are you here?" "Im a friend of the Weasley family. Why are you here?" "Its not your buissness why im here." The man snarled. "It is my buissness when your in my friends home!" I drawled back. "No, you dont live here!" "Are you inplying that you do?" "Im visiting my family." "Charlie?"

While Harry James Potter was only one and a bit years old, when his parents unfortunately died... His older sister was three. Born on the 1st of May. Her full name... Rosealine Lily Potter. The Goddaughter of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. When Rosealine loses her parent's, she seems to be effected the most... She lost her parents and seemed to rememeber the whole event. Of course, when Voldemort attacked, Rose took it upon herself to protect her baby brother, Harry. Even if she saw her own mother die. Having dropped dead in the most painful way. That night... She ended up with a scar on her wrist. The scar wasn't like her baby brothers. In fact, her's was in the shape of a heart. Weird. Now... She's forced to move in with her aunt, uncle and cousin. The Dursleys. But is life as Dumbledore seemed to plan for her and her brother? Read and find out...

Tessa Hart had a hard life. Her parents had died in an accident a year before she had graduated high school, which started the beginning of her downfall. In her first year of college, she met a guy by the name of Daniel Jackson. Daniel promised her happiness, as long as she stayed faithful to him and followed his rules. A few months later, Tessa moved in with Daniel, and only a couple of months after moving in, Daniel became terrible. By the time she was nineteen, Tessa had learned she was pregnant with her son. Tessa was determined to leave, but Daniel was more determined to make her stay. Over the months that passed, Daniel grew angrier and more aggressive. One day, everything became way worse than it ever had before. Daniel came after Tessa, but he had also went after her son. She screamed and cried for him to stop, but nothing seemed to render him, nothing but a man. She barely seen the man, but she could see a little about him. His red hair stood out most, as well as his odd clothing choice, but she wasn't one to judge. He was a hero, and she was grateful for the redheaded stranger...