The Marauders Era

You thought I was James, didn't you?

The summer went by faster than Cassie would have expected. Even though her mother was still going on about the wedding details, it wasn't nearly as bad as the first months. She thanked her father, who, one night, had had enough of her mother's nagging. She remembered him slamming his copy of the daily prophet at the dinner table and told her mother that he could care less of where the guests would sit and that if she didn't stop with all this wedding talk, he would lock her in their bedroom the day of the wedding and not let her out until it was over. Walburga looked at him, eyes wide, and just nodded her head, and after that, any talk about the wedding happened while her father was away.

A rattle broke Cassie out of her thoughts as she met the eyes of her owl Nova who looked almost insulted, having been put in her cage while her owner finished packing for Hogwarts. "Look, I know how much you hate being restricted, Nova, but you have to stay in there at least until we get to Hogsmeade." The owl gave what looked like to be a glare and then turned away. The girl let out a sigh as she closed her trunk, grabbed the handle, and made her way downstairs. At the bottom of the staircase, she saw a trunk with the letters R.A.B on it and instantly recognized it as her brothers. She sat down her trunk next to his and saw that they were pretty much identical except hers bore the letters C.H.B on it.

"Mother? When are we leaving?" A dark-haired boy said as he entered the hallway where his sister stood, giving her a small smile before grabbing his jacket and started to put one of his arms through the sleeves. The family's matriarch came walking out of a room that Cassie instantly recognized as her father's office. She walked towards the two siblings, got her dark green cloak, and proceeded to put it on.

"Right now." As the words left her mouth, her husband, who was putting on his dark cloak, walked out of his office and stopped giving them all a disinterested look.

"Regulus, you go with me, and Cassiopeia," Orion looked at his youngest son before moving the gaze to his daughter. " You will go with your mother."

Regulus grabbed the handle of his trunk and stood next to his father before putting his hand on the elder's arm. And then in a blink of an eye, they disapparated. The older woman grabbed her daughter's arm before giving her a look that the younger registered as grab your trunk now, or we'll leave it behind. She just managed to take the handle of the trunk before the hallway disappeared before her eyes, and the familiar feeling of apparation appeared.

When Cassie finally opened her eyes again, she was meet with the sight of hundreds of people. Most of them were standing with their families, saying their goodbyes, and that they would see each other again at Christmas. Others desperately tried to either find their friends or get on the train to find a compartment before they were all taken. Cassie's eyes traveled around the platform, searching for any familiar faces, when she saw a flash of red hair to her left.

Turning around, she saw both of her parents standing with Regulus, looking at him with a look of pride on their faces, as Regulus himself was busy talking to Crabbe and Rosier. When Regulus looked over to his sister, he gave her a slight nod as if signaling to go on. He knew that the less time his sister spend with their parents, the better it was.And from the looks of it, one would think that the heads of the black family had already forgotten about their only daughter, as they were currently in an intense conversation with Crabbe and Rosier's parents. It was quite obvious what they were talking about, as Cassie noticed the look of disgust that the group gave the other families.

Caching her brother's nod, She sent a smile towards him before turning around and ran to the person she had noticed not too long ago. Sprouting out a few apologizes here and there as she tried to manage her way through the crowd, it didn't take long before she caught the sight of her friend.