We Got Lots Of History

The Aftermath

The public were blissfully unaware and maybe it was better that way. Because if the knew the news of his escape, havoc would rule all over the world. Cassandra blankly stared at the wall in front of her as she calmly answered one question after the other with the upmost honesty she possessed and the situation required. She was being interrogated for at least five hours, repeating her answers almost clockwise, knowing the trick they were using on her. Trying to tire her out until she slipped and admited the "truth". It was useful and her interrogators were doing their job at a great extent and she was glad to see young interns trying to please their boss by doing their job right, hoping to be rewarded by a stable position at the Ministry.

By the time she was walking through the enoty corridors soon to be filled with busy witches and wizards. The sunrays were just right to warm the simingly cold Ministry.

He escaped.

Once again she was the fool tricked by him.

She felt terrible as more and more Aurors looked at her with hatred as if she was the sole reason he had broken free.

Maybe she was.

She took the day off. Roaming the streets of London, hoping to bump into him.

I could have you by my side, as my daughter, ready to teach you everything, to let you inherit my world. The one we could have made together.

Because if I had a child, I would have wanted it to be like you. Smart, cunning, strategic and strong.

After all, we have unfinished. business.

Zugzwang.

His voice sounded like a broken record, over and over. And her voice answered every time.

"I'm never going to be good enough, am I?"

"No, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. I can make this right!"

"It's never going to get easy, is it? I will never be the same after what you did to me."

"That moment ruined me, and I don't think anything you say or do will make things right between us. No amount of sweet talk will ever make me forgive you."

"Was it worth it? Watching me as I cried out for you, begging on my knees?"

"My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake."

"I should've died. That would've made you happy. I am so so sorry Graham."

She wondered aimlessly and eventually sat at the riverbank dangling her legs a shy breath away from the water. The bad smell was making her stomach churn or maybe that was simply one of the pregnancy symptoms.

When Minerva and Thomas found her, they both approached her quietly, trying to not to disturb her racing mind. She was slowly losing it.

"Breathe. Take a step back. This is not your fault."

"If I hadn't visited him he would have never..."

"Sweetheart it had been planned ahead of its time. He was trying to hold you back, to bring you down. He knows that you are one of the few people who could stop him. He is tricking you into believing that you can't..."

"Maybe he is right."

"Maybe he is backwards fucking cunt. Because,who the hell will bring my best friend down? No one. Only I have that privilege. You hear me? Only me."

"I can't do thai anymore. I don't think I have any fight left in me. I already lost Graham... I don't think I can..."

"Listen to me and listen closely because I will hit you with a stick if I have to to get that into your thick head. Graham died to protect you. To protect your baby. It was his choice and it is not your fault. He loved you. And he was willing to do aeveryrhing to keep you and the little bean safe. The only person at fault here is Grindelwald. The one that delivered the killing blow. Not you sweets."

"And yet again his blood is on my hands."

"Alright. Cut this moppy, crybaby act. This isn't you. Grindelwald is walking free on the streets of London ready to wreck havoc left and right. So what are we going to do? Are we going to let him do what he wants? Or are we going to dust ourselves up and do everything in our power to bring that son of a bitch down and honour our friends sacrifice and make it count?"

"You are a horrible pep talker, Tommy. But I get your point. We started fighting this war and we will finish it as well."

"That's the Cass i know."

"Also i need to pee really bad. I swear if I ever have another baby I might actually kill myself in the process. Be right back. " She said as she wobbly got on her feet, a protective hand in front of her non existing bump, as if her body automatically knew to protect that bellend inside of her at all costs. She quickly sprinted up the hill from her spot in the riverback. Quickly losing her breath and the sound of her friends laughter followed her into the closest pub were she thoroughly enjoyed the hygein facilities.

As she washed her hands and looked into the mirror she could picture them behind her, standing tall behind her shoulder. Graham and Gellert. It slightly resembled the angel and the devil hanging as influences besides her ears, always whispering and leading her astray from her own path.

Not anymore.