The Harper household has always been a strict one, one with firm words and sharp eyes. Yet like every other story, there's always one person who can burn it down with a single flick of their wrist. In this fanfic of Harry Potter, that person is Cass...
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Cassandra looked up at Fred, with tears in her eyes. She was stunned, speechless. Yes, she knew her mother was going to react horribly, but that was her father, her dad had written that letter, those were his words.
It's no question that Cassie has always been a daddy's girl, since day one if she ever had a problem or question, she'd go to Oswald. Sometimes when he was at work she would wait for him to come home, sitting on the steps up to the door, it didn't matter if he got home late, she'd be there, in her pajamas, with a blanket draped over her shoulders. She always thought if something happened, he'd be the one who could fix everything, obviously she was wrong and that broke her heart.
Was what he wrote, really what people thought of her as? The Harper who was a disgrace, a failure, a disappointment? With all these thoughts running through her head, she hardly noticed when Fred took her hand in his and lead her out the Great Hall, away from prying eyes and judgmental looks.
She didn't even notice that she had dropped the letter and that George grabbed it before anyone else could read it.
As she was lead down the hallways of Hogwarts, tears were building up even more in her eyes, but she blinked forcefully, not letting herself cry, thinking of how weak she seemed. She couldn't let anyone see her weak, she was supposed to be strong and not let her emotions get the best of her, like her mother. She bit her lip hard, trying to put up a strong face.
Fred didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't just sit there, watching the the girl breakdown in front of everybody. He could hear her sniffle, so he picked up the pace, trying to find somewhere to go, an empty classroom maybe. Just as he was thinking of a classroom he could take her, a large white door, with intricate patterns appeared before him, out of nowhere.
"Em, thank you." He said awkwardly, looking around the ceilings, as if he was thanking the school.
As he opened the door and stepped in, the inside was nothing like he had expected. It was a small room with a comfy looking little couch, seated on the couch was a soft knitted cream blanket, and pillows placed delicately on the sides. Next to the couch was a small table with a box of tissues and a glass bowl full of unopened chocolate bars and sweets. The wall furthest to them was one big bookshelf, stacked to the brim with books old and new, on the ground a fluffy rug lay on the dark hardwood flooring and lastly, across from the couch, flames sparked from an antique fireplace.
It felt as if they had entered a whole new building, a home even.
Fred examined the room with confusion written all over his face, but quickly shook his head and brought the girl over to the couch. When he seen Cassandras face, he felt as if he had seen someone kick a puppy, her eyes were tightly shut and she was taking long, deep, shaky breaths, trying not to cry. The corner of her lip was redder than usual, because of how hard she had been biting it.
"Cassie-"
"I'm fine." Her voice broke when she spoke, but it seemed as though she didn't notice or just didn't care, as she kept repeating the words 'I'm fine' like a mantra. Slowly shaking her head, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself, more than him though.
