Everyone has a story and this is her's.
Who knew that Severus Snape had a daughter named Cassandra? Cassandra has always had a tough life, going to Hogwarts for the first time didn't make it any better. She's a child prodigy and she was homeschooled...
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( November '94 )
"Did you bring your father's cloak like I asked you to?" Hagrid asked Harry.
Hagrid had wanted to see Cassandra and Harry, asking them to bring James Potter's invisibility cloak with them.
"Yeah I brought the cloak, but Hagrid, where are we going?" Harry asked.
Cassandra stepped on a branch, cracking it in half.
"You'll see soon enough." Hagrid answered. "Pay attention, this is important."
"What's with the flower?" Cassandra asked.
"Hagrid, have you combed your hair?" Harry asked.
"In fact, I have." Hagrid replied. "You might have to try the same thing."
"Hagrid!" A woman's voice called.
Hagrid started walking towards the voice.
"Oh, put the cloak on!" Hagrid said.
Harry put the cloak on over him and Cassandra.
"Oh Hagrid!" Madame Maxine said. "I thought perhaps you wouldn't come here. I thought perhaps you had forgotten me."
"I could never forget you." Hagrid smiled.
Cassandra and Harry shared a look of disgust.
"What is it that you wanted to show me?" Madame Maxine asked. "When we spoke earlier, you sounded so exhilarated."
"You'll be glad you came, trust me." Hagrid said.
The four of them walked up to a line of bushes. Dragons were in cages, breathing fire. Cassandra saw Charlie Weasley amongst those who were trying to get the dragons to calm down.
"Dragons? That's the first task?" Harry asked. "You're joking!"
"Come on Harry, they're just extremely misunderstood creatures." Hagrid said.
Cassandra looked at Harry. His face was as pale as a ghost.
"Harry, we got this." Cassandra said as the two walked back to the school. "Igor is probably going to tell Krum and Madame Maxine is probably going to tell Fleur so we have to tell Cedric."
"You can tell him." Harry sighed.
"Why me?" Cassandra asked. "We both can."
"He's in love with you, not me." Harry said.
Cassandra rolled her eyes.
"Harry, you're coming with me to tell him, no matter what you say."
