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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"Was it completely necessary to knock the poor child out." McGonagalls Scottish accent rang through the hospital wing in a hiss.
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey all stood around Cassandras bed. The girl was still out cold and according to Poppy Pomfrey, she'll be like that for a while. The Headmaster turned to the nurse, ignoring McGonagalls question for the moment.
"Will she recall the incident?" He asked, peering over his moon crescent glasses. McGonagall narrowed her eyes at the old man, seeing the clogs in his brain turning. Pomfrey, however didn't think anything of the question, as she was tending the large cut that took up half Cassies forehead.
"I doubt it Albus, this isn't just a bump to the head I'm afraid." She tutted, frowning at the way Cassies face uncontrollably contorted into pain, when she cleaned her cut. Dumbledore let out a sound of acknowledgement, nodding his head.
"Well if I hadn't knocked her out, I regret to say that she would have harmed another student. Cassandra went to attack, Ms Zephyr Maríon of Slytherin, if I didn't stop her, I'm not sure the girl would be here today." He paused, hearing McGonagall and Pomfreys gasps. "Of course Cassandra is not to blame here." He assured, with his hands risen ever so slightly.
"Minerva, this could all be prevented from happening again, if you allow what we were speaking about yesterday, to come true." He squinted his eyes, holding his breath slightly, anticipating her answer. The Professor sighed, looking torn, after a moment or two, she answered.
"I guess it can happen, but Albus please remember she's only young. Don't go too far." She warned, Dumbledore allowed his lips to twitch up in triumph.
"Of course, of course." He affirmed, with a glint in his eye. "Now this means, for next years training, we shall be taking much greater steps. Such as, putting Cassandra Harper through pain and fear, to help control her powers."
Dumbledore looked to Minerva for confirmation, she merely nodded her head. Her eyes scanned over Cassies face, in shame.
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"Mr Weasley-, sorry, Weasleys-, and Potter of course-, oh Jordan I didn't see you-, Kingston, where did you come from-, oh hello Caterina dear, Merlin, all of you, I know it's hard, but I have to ask you all to leave." Madam Pomfery stood before the group, that crowded around Cassandras hospital bed, with her hands on her hips and a pity full expression.
Fred was sat on a chair, scooted right up against the bed, holding Cassies hand limply, as he had been holding it the whole day. George was sat on the ground beside him, leaning his back against the bed, Lee sat in front of him as they played exploding snap, having some fun, while hoping the banging would wake Cass up.
Ron was laying on the bed beside Cass and across from Fred, in the middle of them. He had strung Cassies arm around him, while she lay on her side, still unconscious from the past weeks events.
