"Tell me that you're still mine
Tell me that we'll be just fine
Even when I lose my mind"
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Cass woke up in her childhood room with her eyes puffy. She couldn't go back to sleep after her dream. It wasn't actually a nightmare; it was her new reality. She would do anything to go back to the dream she did have.
She decided to take a shower to get things off of her mind. Normally, our sweet Cass didn't wake up early because if she did, she wouldn't be our sweet Cass, she'd be our very scary Cass. After her shower, right as she was about to make her hair pin straight like she has been used to these past few years, she didn't. She'd have to act like a Black now, she may as well look like one.
By the time she was out of the shower and dressed back in her room it was only six. Just in time for a very familiar owl to fly into her room through her window. She untied three letters from the owls foot then it flew off.
'Cass. I know you got the letter my owl came back. Please tell me you're ok. I am worried sick. Where are you? Please write me back.
SOB'
'Cass did you get to Grimuald Place safely? Do they trust you yet? Sirius is worried sick. Please keep me updated. AND WRITE BACK!
RAB'
'Cassiopeia. I know we broke up and you don't want to be hearing from me. It's probably putting me in some great danger writing to you, huh? Sorry- that was rude. Why am I even apologizing? You're the one who ended it. But Cassiopeia, please write someone back, I have never seen Padfoot this stressed. And please don't be in danger. You may have ended it but I still feel something for you.
James Fleamont Potter'
Once again Cass found herself crying on her bedroom floor. And once again she stored the letters in the loose board under her bed. She wasn't going to write them back. Cass knows they all knew that. She can talk to Regulus back at Hogwarts; where it's less likely for post to intercepted. That's what she had to tell herself.
"Cassiopeia! Breakfast!" Cass heard her mother yell from down stairs. She wiped her tears away and made her way downstairs.
"There is a meeting tonight as you know," Her mother was explaining, it was only Cass, Bella, Narcissa, Druella, and her mother they men were off at work, "So we need to get you prepped, prettied up if you will." Cass was in for a long day.
The four girls spent their day making Cass look like the Heir of Black, the daughter they wish they had, everything Cass never wanted to be. She had on so much makeup she felt as if there was a whole pound of it on her face. They had put her in a tight corset that was crushing her rips with a slim fitting dress over the top. They even put her in heels. So, by they time they were done, the boys had came back to the house and the Death Eater meeting was about to commence.
"Cassiopeia!" Bellatrix yelled to her little cousin, "Let's get to the table before the Dark Lord arrives." She hissed, yanking Cass into the dining room that now had a huge table in the center of it. Enough to fit at least 600 people.
"He is here," Druella said, entering the dining room, "Shoulders up, chin up high Cassiopeia. Don't disappoint." And she sat down next to Cassiopeia's mother.
Voldemort and Cass's father walked into the dining hall, people weren't going to arrive for another thirty minutes; but Tom Riddle was about as punctual as James Potter.
"Ahh who is this?" He said, entering the room.
"That is my daughter," Orion was telling Voldemort, "She just got a sense of mind and is back from the filth of the Wizarding World."
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Under the Virgo Moon | James Potter
Genç KurguCassiopeia Black would do anything to protect her family. She also doesn't believe family always means blood. She is the youngest daughter in the Nobel and most Ancient House of Black by 20 minuets. This is because she is Regulus' twin. But what wil...
