𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡

Apparently, attacking a Professor, especially Snape, would land you in a lot of trouble.

Cleaning every inch of the castle, with no magic, for the rest of the year is not how Cassie envisioned her 4th year. McGonagalls exact words were "And absolutely no magic, at all! You're on very thin ice young lady."
Did the woman want to torture her?

Whilst Cassie had the gruesome task of cleaning the castles grimy floors, Harry, Ron and Hermione were taking a stroll through the forbidden forest with Hagrid.
Thankfully, Effie was with Cassie to stop her from going insane.

"So I remember, I remember when I first
met you all, and Cassie of course. Biggest bunch of misfits I've ever set eyes on. Always reminded me of myself a little. And here we all are, four years later." Hagrid said cheerfully to the 3/4 of the quartet.

"We're still a bunch of misfits." Ron laughed as it was true.

The four of them never really fitted in. There was Ron, a pure blood and apart of the Sacred 28 yet was friends with muggleborns.
Harry, who defeated Voldemort before he could talk, and then defeated him a further 2 times these past few years.
Hermione, the smartest witch of her age compared to generations of witches&wizards, and muggle born.
Cassie, again, apart of the Sacred 28 who didn't follow their radical beliefs and a murderers daughter.

The four of them weren't the 'typical' teenage witches and wizards.

"Maybe. But we've all got each other,
and Harry of course. Soon to be! The
youngest! Tri-Wizard champion there's
ever been! Hooray!" Hagrid boomed.

At least they seemed to be having a good time, Cassie on the other hand...

"I give up." Cassie groaned. "I fucking give up."

"Is the floor too much of a challenge for Cassie?" Effie teased.

No matter how much effort she put into scrubbing the floor, it remained filthy.

"If only I could magic all this mess away."

"Why don't you?" Effie asked.

"Bloody Minnies got some sort of no magic ban on me. Already tried it." Cassie explained.

"You might have a magic ban, but I don't." Effie smirked.

With a simple "Scourgify." from Effie, the floor was cleaned meaning Cassie was free to go.

"Effie Taylor I could kiss you right now!" Cassie joked.

Things were looking brighter for Cassie, whilst they began to grow darker for Harry.

As he walked through the forest, he stumbled upon a hat. Barty Crouches hat was sprawled out carelessly among the leaves.
He walked deeper into the forest, just as he passed a tree his scar began to burn. That same burning feeling he got whenever the man who gave him that scar was up to no good.

Past the tree in the foggy mist two feet stuck out. As Harry crept around to see who they belonged too, Barty Crouch layed their, dead, his eyes still open.

"Mr Crouch?" Harry called out, praying he was knocked out, not dead.

No answer.