BLACK WATER

PROLOGUE

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*This story takes place after (2nd) Wizarding War*

CASSIOPEIA POV:

I didn't know what to do anymore? How was one supposed to feel; to act after learning that their two closest friends were greedy backstabbers?

Those traitors. I spat in disgust, believe me that the next time I see those wankers they're most definitely getting decked in the face– muggle style.

I frowned, quietly questioning my life choices. I stared at the blazing fireplace of #12 Grimmauld Place.

I hated and loved this place.

Even I could tell my godfather despised this place, I mean who would love a place where they're constantly reminded that they're a disgrace and suffered a shitty childhood. I don't blame him one bit. Walburga Black was an outright excuse me bitch.

But on the other hand, this is also the place where I shared precious and invaluable memories with my godfather.

It took one summon to the bank after an urgent request from my account manager for my life to fall apart. At first I didn't want to believe it, my friends –people of the light, people who grew up with me and went through the crazy things we went through.... stole from me?

Used me? Stole my money? My precious valuables that were left to me by my parents? My precious heirlooms?

Unbelievable. But the proof was there and I couldn't deny it.

It broke my heart. And when I finally gained the courage to confront them, they didn't even bother denying it. My apparent usefulness to them vanished the moment I defeated Voldemort.

It left a bitter taste in my mouth; especially when even months later they never even bother apologizing and return the stolen items.

I let a vicious grin grace my face, no worries I got my justice. Goblins sure came in handy when you bribed them with goblin-made weapons and a handful of gold here and there.

And by the time I finished suing the pants off them they were practically bankrupt.

I heard Molly Weasley coddled them into living with her.

Good for them, I guess?

***

It was only a few weeks after the will reading of Albus Dumbledore that I finally came to the realization that senile old man used me.

Played my life and I as if we were pieces in a game of chess.

I was really tempted to just bring him back to life and strangle him but unfortunately that wasn't possible...

***

Now that I think about it...

I knew something was fishy with the Weasleys, especially since Mrs. Weasley had so many children that went to Hogwarts years before. So why in the world would she be asking, loudly might I add, where the platform was. It had to be a ploy, I just know it.

The betrayal were starting to pile up and I was just starting!

Why did I have to be so gullible and trusting back then? Maybe it was because I was just too desperate for friends.

Yes, that's the reason.

And as years passed by, I always questioned myself how we even became friends in the first place. All we did was argue, fight, and turn our backs on each other. There were good memories of the three of us, but the negative aspects of our friendship seemed to dull it.

Despite their shortcomings they were still my friends at that point of time. I did have other friends besides those two like Luna, Neville, Fred, and George.

Draco also became a valuable secret friend after he apologized for his mistreatment towards me. I understood he was trapped in his own home and that he had to play the tune of his father or his mother and himself would be punished.

He also comforted me about Sirius. I broke down when he hugged me, letting me sob into his chest.

***

Sirius was always a sore topic to me. I've known him for about two years and yet I hardly saw him at all, it wasn't as if he didn't try his damn hardest to be there for me.

It was his effort to be there for me that endeared him into my heart.

Fine... I'll admit it! I'm lonely.

Life was cruel, unforgiving, and unfair.... yet so cherished and loved.

***

First of all, my parents where murdered by an insane madman because of a stupid prophecy Snape overheard. Then my godfather gets sent to Azkaban without a trial because the Ministry was full of stupid and scared baboons. Then there was the abuse I suffered under from the Dursleys. Lastly, I was manipulated into a weapon for the last seven years and after I completed my task I was thrown away like nothing.

I did what any sane person would do, I bitched and moaned— cursing the heavens at my shitty hand in life.

I sobbed my heart out, 19 years old and I was still crying over this like a broken little girl at the end of her wits.

Then I met HER.

Fate. I would laugh, but I wasn't in the slightest joking.

Fate gave me a chance; a reason; a purpose to live again even at the expense of my identity.

But I sooner learned it was all worth it when I packed my bags— done and ready for a new adventure.

After packing most of my belongings, I glanced at the sole framed picture on the small table near my bedside. Looking at the picture of me and Sirius from a month before his death.

I had wondered if I should bring it along with me. But after a few minutes of pondering I decided to leave it promising that I would if possible make sure he would have a better childhood.

With that promise, I left.

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A/N: This chapter is pretty similar to the original but don't worry the story completely changes to the direction I originally intended for.