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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Dumbledores words rang through Cassandras mind as she lay her head on Fred's shoulder. Watching the trees speed past the window, laughter was heard around the compartment, but Cassie couldn't even break a smile. She shut her eyes tightly, thinking over everything.
"I need your mother to fear you, to know how much damage you can cost."
"Cassie you alright? You haven't said anything since we got on the train?" George questioned, his voice full of concern. Cass forced herself to put up a smile and she nodded in reply.
"Yeah I'm fine." She lied. "Just...thinking about how one of the darkest wizards of our time, was in front of us the whole time and we didn't even know." This sparked a conversation and the attention was drawn away from her, just how she wanted.
"You need to show your mother that your not scared of her, how if you wanted, you could burn everything around you to the ground."
Cass stared up at Dumbledore, with a frightened expression. "I don't want to go back." She whispered. "I can't defend myself, she'll just hurt me."
"Cass my lovely, you want some chocolate?" Fred asked, with a soft smile, he knew something was wrong. But he didn't want to question her, knowing she'll close herself off if he did.
Cassie smiled at him, then shyly took the chocolate frog out of his hands. "Thanks Freddie." She mumbled, Fred gazed down at her, his eyes softening at her sudden shyness.
Cassie scanned the compartment, while nibbling the chocolate, seeing Chance reading an old tattered book, while Lee and George threw Berties Botts Beans in each other mouths. Caterina stared out the window, with a dreamy expression, no doubt thinking about seeing her family again.
What she didn't see, was Zephyr and Visha pass their door, like five times, gazing in at them.
"What have I done?" Zephyr sighed with disappointment. "I mean, do you think I should try talk to her?" She asked Visha, who shrugged. "I ran away from her, I ran when she was in pain. Be honest with me here, do you think if the roles were reversed, she would have stayed and helped me?"
Visha gave her a look. "I think you already know the answer to that." She stated, making Zephyr pause and shut her eyes. Visha saw her stress and tried to comfort her the best she could. "Come on, you'll get past this. Do you see how her eyes light up when they land on you, or how she grins when you blush. Or even how she makes it her goal everyday to make you laugh. She likes you," she paused, scanning Zephyrs faces, "she really, really likes you. I'd even go as far to say she's in lov-."
"Don't," Zephyr cut in, "don't say that, that just means I hurt her so much more than I thought." She lifted her heavy arms to slide the glass door of her compartment open.
Cassandra flinched as Lee pulled their door open and stepped outside, muttering something about Angelina, or as he put it 'his angel.' She sighed deeply, biting her lip, she was conflicted on how to feel. On one hand she wanted to cry, go back to Dumbledore and beg to not go back to Harper Manor, the other side of her, wanted to burn the hair of his face for sending her back, in a rage.
