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"Can we talk?" Harry pleaded.
Cass really didn't want to talk to him. Not now, not ever. She was the reason his parents were dead, right?
"Oh I don't know Potter, are you going to shout at me this time? Blame me for your parents death again?" Cass said coldly.
"Cassie, I-i didn't mean it."
"You sounded like you fucking meant it Harry."
Cassie turned to leave but Harry pulled her into an empty classroom before she had the chance to.
"Cass, I was angry. I wasn't thinking straight when i said it. I know it wasn't your fault." Harry explained.
"You said you hated me Harry. I heard them three words pretty loud and clear. You told me it was my fault, and guess what, you were probably right. Everything's always my fucking fault one way or another. Everything's always my fault because i'm an infamous Black. A first year gets hexed, probably Cassiopeia Blacks fault. My psychopath father escapes, the Minister thought I had something to do with it." Cass shouted. "Everything's always so much easier when there's a Black to blame. Is that why you blamed me Harry? You told me it was all my fault, and I believe it. Maybe if i had done something differently as a baby he wouldn't of made that choice to join the Dark Side and your parents would still be alive. When you told me you hated me, it broke me—"
"Cass, i—"
"No Harry, you had your turn to say shit weeks ago, let me now." Cass demanded. "People say they hate me all the time and it never bothers me. Ron could say he hated me and I'd probably even laugh about it, but when you said it i felt as if the world was crushing me. I don't know why Harry, but you're the only person's opinion i care about." Cass confessed.
"Cassie, I promise it was never your fault. I'm sorry. I should've never said it. I've regretted saying it every day. If I could take it all back I would." Harry promised.
"But what if it was my fault? What if i turn out exactly like he did?" Cass whispered, tears escaping from her eyes.
Harry pulled her in for a hug instantly, forgetting that the two were fighting as his best friend was falling apart before him. One of his hands was placed on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair soothingly whilst the other was wrapped tightly around her waist never wanting to let go.
"You're nothing like them Cass and you'll never be. You're so much better than that. I'm so sorry." Harry said gently into her ear.
Cass managed to calm down and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
