New Beginnings

Chapter 13

Cassidy has woken up in a panic, the last thing she remembered was falling.

She was in a strange chamber with a very odd theme of snakes - then she remembered the Slytherin common room and felt like a hypocrite. 

Lining a wide walkway were snake head statues and at the very end was the single biggest statue she'd ever seen and it was some old guy.

Green and black plus a wide open space spelt disaster.

The she saw Ron Weasley. The insufferable redhead she had to search for alongside Dumbledore's original demands.

He stared at her, not speaking or moving, just staring.

"Where are we?" Cassidy felt proud that her voice hadn't wavered. 

"Chamber of secrets." Came a very hoarse reply

"But why? Why bring us here? Who took us?" She asked desperately, voice bouncing off gleaming tiles. Cassidy gagged, only now seeing the giant snake carcass - or what was left of it.

"Harry bloody Potter." But there wasn't any venom to his voice. Dull resignation freezing ever single syllable.

"What?! No h...he's the chosen one, he wouldn't!" 

A faint creak echoed ominously from nearby, an involuntary whimper drawn from Ron's lips and Cassidy hoped to any and all deity's that it wasn't Harry potter coming. That some sicko had brainwashed the bloodtraitor. All her lies weren't for nothing. Right?

He came skipping down the path, impossibly happy and Cassidy couldn't help but growl viciously. The thought of him getting pleasure from this was sickening.

He glanced over at her but seemed more interested in Ron's whimper at her noise.

"Cassidy. Ron."

He addressed each other them, continuing on his way as if nothing was wrong. Like they weren't tied to statues.

She watched him float away and took her chance.

"What's the deal? He gets off on this or something?"

"Revenge, he's too saintly to do more than stab someone." Although Ron didn't sound like he believed that. "Just wants information."

"Do we get let go after?" Cassidy whispered pleadingly, hoping that even if she got obliviated afterwords she wouldn't die.

"I don't know."

Those three words shattered her. Tearing through her heart like glass shards. Cassidy was afraid of death, she didn't want to die.

Dumbledore had offered her immortality and as much money as she could possibly want and for practically nothing. Some information on Slytherin gossip kept Dumbledore happy.

It had all been so simple in the past but now she might die and she couldn't face the thought.

What seemed like hours later Harry came back, small knife in one hand and a book in the other, grinning demonically.

"Guess what I found?" He singed, brandishing the book slightly. 

Ron groaned, shifting slightly to relieve pressure off his arm. A dark expression spread across the boy-who-liveds face, something that didn't belong there at all.