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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( April '98 )
"It's beautiful here." Luna said, touching the shells that hung down near the entrance of Shell Cottage.
"It's our aunt's." Bill said. "We used to come here as kids. The Order now uses it as a safe house. What's left of us at least."
"Muggles think these keep the evil away." Luna said. "But, they're wrong."
"We need to talk to the goblin." Harry said.
Bill led Harry and Cassandra to the room where Griphook was temporarily residing. They stepped inside allowing the door to close behind them.
"How are you?" Cassandra asked.
"Alive." Griphook answered.
"You probably don't remember–" Harry started but Griphook cut him off.
"That I showed you and Miss Potter to your vault the first time both of you came to Gringotts?" Griphook asked. "Even to us goblins, you're famous. You buried the elf."
"Yes." Cassandra replied.
"It brought me here." Griphook said. "Very unusual is it? How did you come by this sword?"
"It's complicated." Cassandra responded.
"Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts?" Harry asked.
"It's complicated." Griphook answered.
"The sword presented itself to us in a moment of need." Cassandra gritted out. "We didn't steal it."
"There's a sword in Madam Lestrange's vault, identical to this one." Griphook said. "But it is a fake. It was placed here this past summer."
"And she never suspected that it was a fake?" Cassandra asked.
"The replica is very convincing." Griphook said. "Only a goblin would recognize that this is the true sword of Gryffindor."
"Who's the acquaintance?" Hermione asked.
"A Hogwarts professor." Griphook answered. "As I understand it, he is now headmaster."
"Snape." Cassandra breathed.
Cassandra closed the door behind her as she stepped out with Harry.
"I knew it would be him." Cassandra said.
"We should probably go see Mr. Ollivander." Harry said. "Are you okay, Cassie?"
"Oh yeah, just fine." Cassandra said.
They opened the door to Mr. Ollivander's room.
"Yes?" Mr. Ollivander asked, setting his eyes upon Cassandra and Harry.
"Mr. Ollivander, we would like to ask you a few questions." Harry said.
"Hello, Harry and Cassandra." Mr. Ollivander said. "I'd answer anything."
"Would you mind identifying this wand?" Harry asked. "We need to know if it is safe to use."
"Walnut." Mr. Ollivander started. "Dragon heartstring. Twelve and three quarter inches, very unyielding. This belongs to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully."
"And this?" Harry asked, handing over the second wand.
"Hawthorn." Mr. Ollivander said. "Unicorn hair, ten inches. Reasonably pliant. This was the wand of–"
"Draco Malfoy." Cassandra stated. "And was? Does it not belong to him anymore?"
"Smart girl you are Miss Potter." Mr. Ollivander said. "Well perhaps not. I sense his legions have changed."
"You talk about wands as if they have feelings." Harry said. "Can think."
"The wand chooses the wizard or witch, Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander said. "That has been very clear to those of us who have studied wand law."
"And what do you know about the Deathly Hallows, sir?" Cassandra asked.
"It is rumored that there are three." Mr. Ollivander said. "The Elder Wand, the cloak of invisibility to hide you from your enemies and the resurrection stone to bring back loved ones from the dead. Together, they make one master of death. But few truly believe that such objects exist."
"Do you?" Harry asked. "Do you believe they exist, sir?"
"Well, I see no reason to." Mr. Ollivander said. "Put stock into an old wives' tale."
"You're lying." Cassandra accused. "You know one exists. You told him about it. You told him about the Elder wand. And where he can go looking for it."
"He tortured me." Mr. Ollivander said. "Besides, I only conveyed rumors. There's no telling if he'll find it."
"He's already found it, sir." Cassandra said.
Mr. Ollivander looked up at Cassandra. That was the most scared she had ever seen him.
"We'll let you rest." Harry said, grabbing the two wands.
They got up and were about to leave when Mr. Ollivander spoke.
"He's after you." Mr. Ollivander said. "If it's true what you say and he has the Elder wand, I'm afraid you don't stand a chance."
"Well, I suppose, we'll have to kill him before he finds us then." Harry said.
The twins left and once they were in the hallway, Cassandra hugged Harry and started sobbing.
