εթίթհαηу // fred weasley

10

"Could you two dears bring out the pot and bread when it's ready?" Mrs. Weasley requested, looking to Cassie and Potter.

"No problem, Mrs. Weasley," he responded.

Cassie looked down at the pot and the breadboard. She remembered it. They were at Grimmauld Place. The stew had spilled on the table as well as the butterbeer. The knife had flown across the table, landing right where Sirius's hand used to be. Cassie remembered Mrs. Weasley yelling at her two sons — the legendary pranksters. That was when Lupin and Tonks were still alive.

"Cassie?" Potter said cautiously.

"Do you get them?" Cassie asked. "I mean, sometimes, do you see them, even though you know they aren't there?"

Potter thought for a moment, confused, but then understood. He nodded. "Sometimes."

"I can picture them smiling," Cassie said. "Congratulating Ron and Hermione."

"They'd be proud of you, too," Potter said sincerely. "Look how you turned out in the end. Here to save the people you love."

"I was always trying to save the people I love," Cassie replied. "I just think I went about it the wrong way."

"Do you regret it?" Potter asked.

"Not a thing," Cassie answered. "It's where it got me today. People always try forgetting their past, but it's a waste of time and energy. You never forget it, it's just pushed to the back of your mind and one day, it'll come back again. You can't leave your past behind."

"Do you regret losing him?" he asked, glancing out the window.

Cassie took a look. Fred was talking with his twin brother and sister. A small and sad smile appeared on her face.

"Maybe... "

"Still enough time to turn things around," Potter said, taking the bread out, which was now finished. He put the bread on the board. "He still keeps that necklace you gave back, you know."

"What necklace?" asked Cassie.

"You know," he said, then left with the bread.

"Can't believe a nineteen year old is giving me advice," Cassie muttered.

She stirred the soup, added a bit more seasoning for flavor, then it was ready. She lifted the pot with mittens and onto another board. She slid it off the table, starting to carry it out, however, on her way, she bumped into someone.

The contents fell everywhere. On the ground and onto Cassie's white dress. The other was left unscathed. Cassie saw the woman's three inch silver heels and sighed. Enasni.

She went to wipe the chunks of the stew off her dress, but they stuck, only getting her hands messy.

"What's this?" she asked, keeping calm.

Cassie had a plan to keep calm — deep breaths and happier thoughts. She almost lost it though, for Cassie saw a certain necklace on her that was once hers.

"Pretty, isn't it?" she said. "Must have spent a load to buy this."

Cassie scowled. "You don't know what that necklace means... " she thought.

"Think you can come to London to win him over?" she scoffed. "Please, he deserves better."

"I agree," Cassie replied. "You are not the better. I never fed off his success. Do you think I was always dependent on him?"

"You think you can win him over?" Enasni smirked. "Please... " She leaned down to whisper in her ear. "After tonight, he will never have another thought about you."

Cassie tightened her fists. "What is your problem with me?" she asked.

"You had him all to yourself," she said. "You could have had his fame, his money. You could have had all of him. You failed."

"I didn't fail," Cassie said back. "I love him."

"Well he loved you," she smiled wickedly. "Past tense. See the difference? He loves me now."

"You just met," Cassie said.

"Still doesn't change the fact," she said. She leaned down close to her ear  again. "Later tonight will be the best night of his life. I'm going to make him forget you." And with that, she left.

Cassie cursed under her breath once she left. Blood had dripped onto the ground and stained her fingers. Bloody crescent moons were present on her palm.

Enasni came out of the house and back towards the others who were dining on bread, talking and laughing. As she sat down, the talking had slowly died down into a silence.

"Where's Cassie?" Angelina asked.

"Oh, she was fixing up the stew," Enasni replied and she looked at Mrs. Weasley. "She didn't really like it."

Zach looked at Fred across from him. He motioned to go check on her with his head. Fred was about to get up, but Enasni began a conversation with him. Zach sighed.

"I'll go see," said Hermione, standing up.

She walked into the house and almost screamed. Hermione took her wand and waved it, the pot cleaning up. She said the counter spell for the enchantment and the sticking charm on the stew had lifted and everything was cleaned.

"Cassie," Hermione said, noticing her red hands. "What happened?" She made her open her palms and she gasped.

"I only needed one drama," Cassie said irritably. "I'd prefer the Death Eaters over having to deal with her."

"Well, two can play at that game," Hermione smiled.

"What mad idea do you have?" Cassie questioned.

"There's a potion I read," Hermione said and she got another cauldron. "The Hate potion. It is said to bring out the worst traits in people. It doesn't take long to brew and by the time the stew's remade, it'll be ready. You can pour it into her stew before you serve it."

"You mean you can pour it into her stew," Cassie said. "If I do it and she notices, she'd blame me. Besides, it's your idea anyway."

"I'll work on the potion and you on the stew," Hermione said.

"Hey... " Cassie turned her head to Ron who had just come. "What's taking so long?"

"We're remaking the stew," Hermione told him. "We'll be out soon."

"Hurry because Enasni is leading the conversation and she thinks she's being funny," Ron said quickly. "She is the opposite of funny, but we all have to act nice because Fred'll lose his head otherwise."

"Ron, go, please," Hermione said, pushing him out. "We'll cook quick and be right out."

As Cassie cooked the stew, according to Mrs. Weasley's recipe, Hermione was whipping up the Hate potion. Cassie put every bit of effort and accuracy into the stew, wanting to make it as close to the original as possible. She felt terrible that hers had gone to waste.

As the stew was still over the fire resting, Cassie started to make a special drink that she had created. No one but her had the recipe. No one could copy it for the recipe was in her brain.

"Taste this," Cassie said, giving Hermione a glass.

Cassie waited patiently, eager to hear her feedback. Zach had said it was really good, something to be put on the market and she hoped Hermione would think so, too.

"Damn," she said. "It's good! What did you put in here?"

"My secret recipe," Cassie smiled proudly, then she began to pour the mixture into a jug.

"This potion is just about done," Hermione said. "You bring out those drinks, then if you could come back in to help?"

"All right," Cassie nodded.

The glasses followed her outside as she carried the two jugs of her special drink. She came back and smiled seeing Enasni's expression. Enasni had used the wrong spell and Cassie loved her anxious expression.

"You won't break me that easily, Enasni," Cassie said to herself.