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CASSIOPEIA COLDWELL HAD DONE PLENTY OF STUPID THINGS IN HER LIFE. Trying to stand up on her broomstick when she was five or sneaking around Hogwarts late at night with Draco during their first year were a few examples. But getting involved in whatever half-baked plan Harry Potter made to get to the Ministry of Magic was by far the stupidest.
The girl had not answered Hermione's question at all and, instead, asked what was happening. The situation was strange and Cassiopeia wanted to know what was truly going on. Why had Harry suddenly fallen ill? Why did he and Ron send Hermione to ask her about the Department of Mysteries? Why were they even wondering about the Department of Mysteries in the first place?
Hermione tried to explain but she found it difficult to do so. Harry had not been very clear when he told her and Ron about his vision. He sent Hermione to find Cassiopeia on a whim, not explaining why she could possibly know anything about the Department of Mysteries. Finally, she decided it would be best to take Cassiopeia to Harry. Between the two girls, who could be quite scary, they might be able to get a straight answer.
The pair walked from the kitchens all the way to a deserted classroom on the second floor where they found Ron looking helplessly at his friend and Harry angrily pacing back and forth. Cassiopeia immediately found her place by Ron's side and worriedly questioned, "What's going on? Why are you asking about the Department of Mysteries?"
"Um, well..." Ron started, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't know how to explain it either. "Harry had this vision. You-Who-Know has Sirius."
Cassiopeia's eyes widened. This was not the explanation she was anticipating. She rounded on Harry, "What? Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm positive," Harry answered, his voice laced with venom. "I know exactly where they are. There's a room in the Department of Mysteries full of shelves covered in these little balls and they're at the end of the row ninety-seven. I don't what it means, but you do."
"Me? Why would I know anything about the Department of Mysteries? It's called the Department of Mysteries for a reason, Harry. Nobody knows what's inside!"
"When I went to the Ministry for my trial, I saw your father and Lucius Malfoy outside the door to the Department of Mysteries. You don't think it's a coincidence that they, two well-known Death Eaters, just happened to be outside the room Voldemort's holding Sirius in. Your father knows something and I know that you do too."
Cassiopeia bit her tongue from saying something to Harry. She knew what he was implying. "First of all, I don't know anything about the work my father does at the Ministry. He doesn't speak about it. Second of all, I don't know anything about the Department of Mysteries and you shouldn't assume that I do. Whatever is going on with the Dark Lord and Sirius or this dream you had, I know nothing about it."
"It's not a dream! Voldemort has Sirius!"
Ron stepped in front of Cassiopeia as Harry screamed. He put his arm in front of Harry to stop him from getting any closer to her. "Mate, calm down. Cassie doesn't know about the visions and stuff." He turned to look at the Slytherin, who was growing more confused by the minute. "Harry's been having these sort of visions. That's how he knew my dad was attacked at the Ministry. He's been seeing things You-Know-Who sees."
