❝𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲?❞
❝𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼❞
Cassiopeia Narcissa Malfoy, twin sister to Draco Lucius Malfoy, was born on the fifth day of June 1980, just under thirty minutes before her brother. Being from two strong pure-bl...
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CASSIOPEIA COULD NOT FACE RON after seeing him in the hospital wing. She felt horrid for it and she owed it to him to at least visit him, but she could not stand seeing him in a state like that, no matter how fast he was recovering. Not when she was the one who put him in that bed.
It wasn't just Ron she was avoiding. She was almost sure that Harry had been listening in on her, Draco, and Snape's conversation — why else would he have been acting so weirdly when they spoke outside the library? Before Ron was poisoned, she purposely tried to see him less and less, going up to the dormitory early so she would not have to speak with him at the fireplace. Now, she made sure she did not see him altogether.
It was times like these when Cassie wondered how she could be a Gryffindor. She wasn't brave. She ran away from her problems like a coward. She could not face the consequences of her actions. All she did was hurt people around her.
Of course, she could not avoid Harry forever. The one time she had missed a quidditch match was the one day Cormac McLaggen had taken the role of keeper, on account of Ron being unavailable. The match ended rather poorly; Hufflepuff won with flying colours and McLaggen had somehow ended up hitting Harry with a bludger, leaving him with a cracked skull and an overnight stay in the hospital wing.
Cassiopeia was not ready to see Ron — not yet — and so she waited until the next Monday when the two boys were released. Cassie waited the entire day in the common room, sitting by the fireplace and hoping Harry would notice her and take it as a cue to speak with her when the rest of the Gryffindor Tower was asleep.
To her gratefulness, she had been tapped on the shoulder by Harry just as she began to drift off into a slumber. She quickly sat up nervously, startled by his presence.
"Harry!" she breathed, putting on a small smile. "I was nervous you weren't going to show."
"Of course, I would. I always do..." he said with a small frown. "I was nervous you were going to keep avoiding me forever."
Cassiopeia winced. "I suppose I was avoiding you," she said in a small voice.
"Why?"
Cassie looked up at him somberly. Of course, she wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to completely open up to him, getting rid of all the secrets between them. But she knew she couldn't. For her sake, but also for his own. He had trusted her all this time, never once giving up on her. She repaid him with a pack of lies. The least she could do was be as honest as she could.
"There's been way too much going on right now," she said slowly. "What with my father's arrest and my own brother hating me — not to mention Ron nearly dying. I guess seeing him lying unconscious didn't help... I didn't want to lose another friend — not after Cedric."
