killer | harry potter (DISCONT.)

4. to open doors

Potter had not lied.

A few days after he told her about the will, a lawyer got in touch with Cass. He wanted to know what vault should he be depositing her inheritance into. And to send her a copy of the deed to the Grimmauld Place house, which she apparently co-owned with Harry.

Cassiopeia had not been hurt not being left anything when Sirius died. In fact, she'd just assumed he hadn't even written a will. And she didn't feel the need to claim any of his earthly possessions either way. But it was nice that he'd wanted to leave her these things. And the money did come in handy, to be quite honest.

Cass had cried uncontrollably for god knows how long after reading her father's letter. She had tried to cry into her pillow so Rye wouldn't hear, but the little devil had sonic ears, she heard everything.

Cass didn't want to worry her sister, but she did appreciate having Rye comfort her. Cass hadn't cried for either of her parents in a long time. But that letter had broken her. She felt as if he were right there beside her when she read it.

It must have been one of, if not the last letter he'd ever written her. Because she couldn't recall getting anything similar from him at the time. He must not have gotten the chance to transcribe it onto his side of the two-way notebooks that Cass had spent a fortune on.

Or maybe he had changed his mind about sending it at all. None of his other letters had been so... deep. And the way it was written seemed at times more like he was writing a diary than a letter.

All the same, Cass appreciated getting to read it now. The only thing that made her squirm to think about was Harry having read it. Which she wanted to think he hadn't, but he probably had. She would have definitely read it in his position.

Rye was definitely a bit on edge after seeing Cass have a breakdown even though Cassiopeia had tried to assure her many times that she was fine. It didn't help that Cass had had to bite the bullet and tell her sister about some of the real nature of the investigation (though she did try to make it sound not as serious). Cassiopeia had been trying to hide it, but she also didn't want her sister to get the shock of her life if something... drastic happened.

Needless to say, Rye was worried. The girl was a worrier. As much as Cass tried to get her to relax.

Cass tried her best to keep both their minds off things for the next few days, especially now that school was out and they both had some free time on their hands before Cass started working on her next project. They went out hiking and to the lake with the family. Cass went along to the sports club they belonged to with Rye, and while Rye skated at the rink, Cass would entertain herself on the tennis court or just butt in on Rye's practice.

It was almost a week after Harry had dropped the bomb on Cass that he came knocking at her door again.

Cassiopeia had been tense all week. Her stomach had been in knots and her hair had started to fall out. She'd had a bad feeling about this whole thing from the start, and Harry's expression did not look like it was bringing good news.

"Come in," Cass said after opening the door. She couldn't even pretend at a neutral tone. She definitely sounded constipated.

"Oh, you must be Orion, it's nice to finally meet you," Harry said.

Cass reeled back, frowning. She hadn't even noticed Rye in the room. And she did not want to know how Harry knew about Orion.

Orion gave Scarface a tentative smile. "Oh, hi. Nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you."

Oh, the little shit.

Harry's eyes widened a little bit. "Right. Well, I'm sorry for intruding on you two like this."