Cassiopeia Hope Black is the daughter of the crazed mass murderer, Sirius Black.
Follow Cassie through her teenage years where she battles love, drama, and Voldemort.
Get ready for some twists.
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Chapter 36: The Badges
When Cassie woke up on Sunday morning, it took her a moment to realize what had happened last night wasn't a dream. She got up and opened the curtains of Hermione's bed to see that she wasn't there. She got dressed and ran down the spiral staircase, almost colliding with Harry, and entering the common room. When Harry entered, the people who had already finished breakfast broke into applause. Cassie glanced at Harry's anxious expression and dragged him through the common room by the arm. Once they got to the portrait hole, they pushed it open, climbed through, and found themselves face to face with Hermione.
"Hello," she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. "I brought you this. . . . Want to go for a walk?"
"Good idea," said Harry gratefully.
The trio went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water.
It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast, as Harry and Cassie told Hermione exactly what had happened after he had left the Gryffindor table the night before. To their immense relief, Hermione accepted the story without question.
"Well, of course I knew you hadn't entered yourself," she said when he'd finished telling her about the scene in the chamber off the Hall. "The look on your face when Dumbledore read out your name! But the question is, who did put it in? Because Moody's right, Harry . . . I don't think any student could have done it . . . they'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's —"
"Have you seen Ron?" Harry interrupted. Hermione hesitated.
"Erm . . . yes . . . he was at breakfast," she said.
"Does he still think I entered myself?"
"Well . . . no, I don't think so . . . not really," said Hermione awkwardly.
"What's that supposed to mean, 'not really'?"
"Oh Harry, isn't it obvious?" Hermione said despairingly. "He's jealous!"
"Jealous?" Harry said incredulously. "Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?"
"Look, Hermione's got a point here," said Cassie patiently, "it's always you who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it's not your fault," she added quickly, seeing Harry open his mouth furiously. "I know you don't ask for it . . . but — well — you know, Ron's got all those brothers to compete against back at home, and you're his best friend, and you're really famous — he's always shunted to one side whenever people see you, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many. . . ."
