The Lost Twin (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 57: The Loss

Cassiopeia's POV
Harry was shouting at the top of his lungs. I was slumped up against the wall, holding onto my arm.

My face was still wet with tears sliding down my cheeks. Both from the pain in my arm.... and from Sirius.

I didn't care about what Dumbledore had to say, and I wanted Harry to stop shouting. My head was beginning to throb from crying.

By now I'd tuned out Harry's yelling and Dumbledores calm replies. I was leaning my head against the wall, trying to control my tears. I'd finally got them under control when Dumbledore said something that caught my attention.

"It is my fault that Sirius died," Dumbledore said. My head snapped up, and I looked at him. His fault? Dumbledores? No I must've heard it wrong. But he said it clear as day.

"What?" I choked out.

Dumbledore sat down, and beckoned Harry and I to do the same. I didn't move, I could hear him just fine from here.

Soon enough Dumbledore was explaining everything. He explained that Harry and I had an even stronger connection to Voldemort since he returned to his body. He explained that Voldemort knew about this, and had been trying to get us to the hall of mysteries for months. He explained that Kreacher had lied, and Snape had alerted the order, and he explained that if he had just told Harry and I the truth, that this whole thing could have been avoided.

My arm wouldn't be broken.
Hermione wouldn't be unconscious.
Sirius would not be dead.

But then Harry was shouting again, and Dumbledore was asking him to be calm. Apparently there was more to explain. More Dumbledore had not been truthful about.

He explained that he knew what kind of situation he was putting Harry in when he put him on the Dursley's doorstep. Simply because he wanted him protected. And then, when he came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore neglected to tell Harry what he needed to know to keep himself safe. Next Dumbledore revealed, that he himself had heard what the prophecy said.

How could Harry trust this man so much? In this moment I felt like he had never truly been looking after Harry. I shook the thought out, Harry's still alive isn't he?

Then Dumbledore brought out the pensieve, and placed his thoughts inside of it. The thoughts swirled inside the pensieve for a moment, before the shimmering figure of Professor Trelawny rose from it.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

The prophecy had been about a boy. Not about me, so how on earth did I fit into this? Why was I connected to Voldemort?

My questions were soon answered, immediately after all of Harry's. "Cassiopeia I'm sure you're wondering how you fit into all of this?" Dumbledore asked.

I nodded my head, wincing as pain shot up through my arm.

"When Voldemort tried to kill Harry, I believe the spell rebounded, in two directions. Instead of killing you, as it should have, it left you with a scar and a connection to Voldemort's mind. The second light hit Voldemort himself," Dumbledore explained.

"Why would it have reflected onto me in the first place?" I asked.

"That.. I cannot explain."

Helpful.

Harry was walking me up to the hospital wing. Neither of us spoke. I hadn't even bothered to tell him he didn't need to come with me, knowing he would want to check on the others as well. My arm was still screaming in pain, but at least I was able to finally get it fixed.

My brother pushed the doors to the hospital wing open. Madam Pomfrey looked up from her place beside a fast asleep red head.

Instantly my mind flashed back to Fred Weasley in this very room in third year. A prank had gone horribly wrong, and he ended up tripping down one of the staircases. A small smile pricked onto my lips, but it didn't last long.

Madam Pomfrey rushed over to us. "Are you alright? What's the problem?"

"It's just... my arm," I grumbled.

"Hold it out for me please?" Madam Pomfrey said.

I straightened the arm I had been holding to my chest for what felt like hours. I drew in a deep breathe and winced. There was some bruising, and a large gash on the out side of my arm.

"This will hurt a little bit," Madam Pomfrey said.

A "little bit" had been an understatement. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as Madam Pomfrey gently touched places on my arm to find a break. "It's definitely broken," she finally concluded.

I let out a breathe I didn't realize I'd been holding as soon as she let go. With a wave of her wand, most of the pain was gone. There was still a dull stinging where the cut was. "I'm going to clean this out before we fix it up," she told me.

Ten minutes later my arm was clean, and cut free. The bruising was still there, but I didn't care much about it. I wanted to know how my friends were doing.

Neville's nose had been fixed up, and so had Ginny's ankle. Ron and Hermione would both be fine, but they needed a lot of rest. I felt relieved, everyone would be okay. With this news I decided to travel back to the common room.

I slipped into my dormitory, where the other three girls were still asleep. There was an owl waiting for me on my bed. Quietly, I held out my arm for the owl, and she landed peacefully on it.

I walked down to the common room, it would be easier to read them and not wake anyone up down there. Sitting in an arm chair, I untied the first letter.

It was from my god father.

Dear Cassie,
I'm happy to tell you, that you are all set to come live with me first thing this summer. I must warn you, it won't be like what you're used to. On a more serious note, is everyone okay? I know Ron and Hermione were both unconscious, and several of you had at least one thing broken. Please right back as soon as you can.
-Remus

At first a smile crept onto my face at living with my god father. A second later it was gone. It wasn't fair. I got to go live with my god father, while Harry would never see Sirius again, doomed to go back and live with the Dursley's. It wasn't fair. I felt a tear silently slip down my cheek again.

With that I began replying to his letter.

Remus,
I don't care if you live in a gigantic mansion. Anywhere is much better than with the Lestranges. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have anywhere to go at all. Thank you Remus. Everyone is fine. My arm is fixed, so is Neville's nose and Gins ankle. Ron and Hermione will be okay with a lot of rest and care from Madam Pomfrey. See when school ends, xox Cas.

The next letter was from Fred. Despite the tears still shimmering down my cheeks, my heart fluttered.

Cassie,
YOU BROKE INTO THE BLOODY MINISTRY OF MAGIC? WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING? YOU COULD HAVE DIED. I DON'T  KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT YOU CASSIOPEIA SO DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT DYING.
Are you okay, love? Lupin told me you hurt your arm. How's everyone else?
I can't wait for summer to come. The day I get to see you again can't come soon enough. I love you Cassie. Never forget that.

  -Fred

P.S. I'm bloody proud you managed to actually break into the ministry of magic.

Leave it to Fred Weasley to be proud I broke into the ministry of magic. Nevertheless I was glad to hear from him. With a soft smile, I wrote my reply and sent it off with the brown owl.

A/N- Sorry it's so short everyone, this book is nearly over. The sequel will be called "Letters" and I'll let everyone know when it's out. Thank you all for reading, XOX.