Kassandra Bauer and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book 3)

Chapter 24: You'll never take me alive.

I had not seen Larisa in 3 years. And for good reason. Larisa looked the same as she did before. Her dark hair, her silver dress, her evil face. Intimidation on every level. Much like Darth Vader. She shook her head at me. "Oh, Kassandra. Kassandra. What on earth do you think you're doing?" She asked me.

My nervousness had returned. "Wh-what?" I asked as I drew my energy sword in hand.

"You know what I'm talking to you about, girl. Now quit this foolishness. I mean look at you. Wand of your own, School Robes. It's like you've forgotten that you are MINE!" Larisa scolded me. 

"She's not yours anymore, Larisa." Harry interrupted standing in between us. 

"And who are you?" Larisa asked. Then she examined Harry more. "Let's see... Green Eyes. Glasses. A lightning bolt scar on your forehead. You must be Harry Potter." She figured.

"That's right." Harry answered. "And I'm also Kassie's friend here. And so is Hermione." 

Larisa laughed. "Oh, friends? You've done well for me, haven't you, Kassandra?" 

"Well for her?" Hermione asked. 

"Kassandra is still working for me-" Larisa tried to say.

"Nice try, Lady." Harry wasn't buying that one bit. He also pointed his wand at Larisa. "But that's not going to work." 

Buckbeak snarled at Larisa. 

The Shadow of Nyx pointed their wands at Buckbeak.

"No." Larisa instructed the Shadow of Nyx. Then she turned to us. "Hand over Kassandra, right now! Or else." She demanded.

"No." I said. 

"Silence, girl!" Larisa hollered at me.

"Don't tell her to be silent." Harry readied out a spell to go.

"And what happens if we do?" Hermione asked.

"I'll return her to Greece. Her home." Larisa answered.

"This is Kassie's home. Not with you." Harry reminded. And he was right. My home was with my family. And Hogwarts was my second home. 

Larisa laughed. "She'll be well protected if you hand her over. By me, of course." 

"That sounds more like enslavement, if you ask me." Hermione countered. 

And it really was enslavement. I didn't want to go back to Greece. And if I did, I would be placed in jail, and then hung by my neck. 

"Oh, Kassandra won't be harmed. Not when she's still of value to me." Larisa explained.

"V-Value?" I asked.

"Of course, Kassandra." Larisa smirked. "Why do you think I spent so much expense to hire the Shadow of Nyx? Steal from pockets, break in, lockpick, sneak. You can do all those things, Kassandra. Hades, anyone I teach can do that. But have you ever wondered what makes you so unique from other girls? Something like... visions in your head?" 

My heart felt like it jumped out of my chest. How did she know about my visions? "How do you know that?" I asked nervously. 

"I know everything there is to know about you, Kassandra. Who you really are. What you really are. Your bloodline, your power." Larisa answered. "And why you're so valuable. Allow me to help you." She offered. 

"Thanks but no thanks." I refused. "I don't want to go with you." 

"Unfortunately... you don't have a choice." Larisa then nodded and the Shadow of Nyx. Shot spells that knocked us all back. Or rather made Harry and Hermione freeze in place. And Larisa looked at me.