Hogwarts Part 34

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Basically, the Battle of the Department of Mysteries began. You and nine others are currently trying to escape the Death Eaters, but you got separated from the group. Someone found you, though, and it wasn't one of your friends.

Created by: music826

  1. "Cassandra," my mother murmured softly. I took in a sharp breath, turned around, and trained my wand on her chest, all in a heartbeat. "I'll–I'll do it," I said shakily. I wasn't so sure myself, but she backed off slightly, showing me her empty hands. "You don't understand," she said pleadingly. "I understand well enough. You're with them," I said, gesturing to her Death Eater garb. "This was all to protect you. He was going to murder us, but I saved our family. The Dark Lord showed us mercy," she said, taking a step closer. I stepped back and kept my wand out. "I saved our family," she repeated with an odd glimmer in her eyes. I had a feeling she had been telling that to herself for years just to keep the guilt at bay. "But your father – he didn't like that. He thought I was different from my family. And I was, at one time. I wasn't anything like them," she said, and for a moment, she seemed to believe that again. But then she snapped out of it, and her eyes darted around nervously as if someone might have heard her. A strange shift seemed to take place in her mood, and she was once more a loyal Death Eater. "But I've seen the Dark Lord's vision. He showed me how wrong I was. And you, Cassandra, you'll follow in my footsteps," she said, as if she had everything figured out. "I'm nothing like you," I replied, but she stayed silent. "Tell me more about my father," I ordered her, flicking my wand a bit for emphasis.
  2. She hesitated, but then seemed to warm to the idea. "He didn't like that I...that I joined the Dark Lord. He-he left me, and he took you with him. He took my daughter away from me, and gave you to his parents where I couldn't reach you. Then he went and married that Mudblood and had that abomination you call your sister. I took care of the woman soon enough," she said in a low, angry voice. I took another step back. She was much worse than a Death Eater; she was a murderer. My mother just waved it off, seeing my horrified expression. "But never mind her. We don't need your father. We can be together again, just the two of us. You can have a mother again, and we'll serve the Dark Lord together," she said, holding her hand stretched out to me. "You're despicable," I said with a shake of my head, backing off to go find my friends again. She advanced with me. "We can be together again," she insisted, still holding out her hand. I quickened my pace backwards, and then stumbled over a broken sphere. I was beginning to feel quite afraid. I didn't think she would kill me, but she wasn't above killing others from what I had heard. I turned around and started running again, jumping over broken shelves and shattered prophecies. "You're MY daughter, Cassandra!" my mother called behind me. I looked back, and saw her with a determined look in her eyes, following after me as fast as she could. Breathing hard, I raced through the various rooms, barely registering anything as I charged into a full-scale battle. The Order had arrived, and the Death Eaters were doing their best to kill them. A large arch was in the middle, but I didn't really care about sightseeing at the moment. I tried to take refuge in a corner, but there really wasn't anywhere to hide. My mother stopped at the entryway into the room and spotted me. I got up again and started running across the room, but my mother just tripped me with magic. That was starting to get annoying. She had me in an iron grip in a flash. I struggled vainly against her, expecting her to Apparate at any moment, and then I'd have nowhere to run. "Let her go, Cecilia."
  3. My mother flinched visibly. A tall, dark-haired man moved forward and placed himself firmly before us. He held up his wand and gestured at me. "She's too young to play any part in this," he said quietly. "You took my daughter away from me," my mother said desperately, tightening her grip. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the Death Eaters had started dispersing. It appeared the Ministry workers were starting to arrive for their jobs. My mother realized it, too, and glanced around nervously. "She didn't deserve what you would've put her through. Nor what I would have," he said firmly, gently tugging me out of her arms. My mother looked stricken, her fingers uncurling stiffly from my robes. She looked at the Ministry workers, and then at me. "She belongs with her mother, Aaron," she said in barely a whisper, and then Apparated on the spot as a few Order members approached.
  4. I hardly dared to let myself believe it was really over, at least for the moment anyway. I didn't ever bother to ask the man if he was my father. I already knew it was true. Dumbledore insisted both Arianna and I return to Hogwarts with everyone else, but I turned back to face my father. He had a lot of questions to answer. But he had already vanished. I looked around frantically, and Lupin noticed my clearly distraught expression. "Your father is a good man, Cassandra. He isn't used to staying in one place, and it's better off that he doesn't. You'll see him again," he told me gently. I still couldn't quite believe my father had abandoned me. Again. But I nodded in acknowledgment, and then obediently put my hand on the Portkey Dumbledore had created for Arianna and me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey bustled about the room, getting various potions for the large influx of patients that had just arrived. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
  5. I woke up the next morning blissfully unaware of everything that had occurred the night before. Then I saw all of my friends lying in the beds around me and everything came crashing back to reality. But I thought through everything for a moment. Despite my ever-increasing family drama, nothing had changed. Arianna was still safe. My father was still obscure. My mother was still insane. And I was...utterly confused. But that was nothing new, either. I took a deep breath. Everything was fine for the moment. There was no need to cry or panic or do whatever people did after such terrible ordeals. But I did cry. I knew that everything was going to change from that point on, and it was going to get a whole lot worse before it got any better. After a few moments, I collected myself and looked over at my bedside table. There was a small card propped up on it. I opened it. "If you're up to it, meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 3. Oliver."
  6. I looked at the clock. It was about 2. I assured Madam Pomfrey I was fine, and then went to freshen up a little. I was still wearing my dirty clothes from the previous night, and it felt like heaven to shed them. I headed off to the pitch and saw Oliver absentmindedly throwing a Quaffle around. "Hello, Oliver," I greeted him tentatively. I noticed he was moving around rather stiffly. Who knew how long he had spent stuffed in that broom cupboard. "Hello. Are you feeling all right?" he asked. "I'm fine. No broken bones here," I said, waving my arms around suggestively. "I didn't just mean bones," he replied. "Really, I'm fine. And I'm sorry about last night. Was there something you wanted to tell me?" I asked. He motioned to a broomstick and smiled. "I just wondered if you wanted to go for a ride," he explained. I smiled a bit shyly. "On one broomstick?" I asked. "I can get another one if you want," he offered, his face falling a bit. "No need to do all of that running," I said with a smile, and climbed on. He climbed on behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, letting his chin rest on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "A little," was his sheepish reply.
  7. We touched ground after a little while, and Oliver reluctantly left me to go to my common room. I stopped by the Gryffindors just to see that my friends were all okay. When I got to my common room, I ignored the prying looks I got from my fellow Ravenclaws and collapsed into bed. Later, Padma would squeeze every bit of information from me, but I had a little time to rest. The last few days of term went by all too quickly. Eventually, I got the story of the Department of Mysteries from Harry, who had a completely different tale to tell. If I thought my experience had been bad, his was much worse. To my complete shock, he told me Sirius was dead. Apparently, the arch I had seen in the battle room was much more than just a plain old arch. Anyone who passed through it was immediately dead, by whatever magical power it possessed. Not only that, but he witnessed a battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort that ended in an excruciating mental battle between Harry and Voldemort. Luckily, he didn't go into detail at that point. "So, is he...is he gone?" I asked tentatively, lightly tapping my forehead. "For now," he said quietly. I left after that, sensing that he needed some time alone. Out of respect for Harry, I generally left him alone unless he wanted to talk, which basically meant I was alone for much of the rest of term. I didn't want to be around my friends much either in those last few days.
  8. As I was trying to find a compartment with my friends again, Draco appeared behind me. "Mind if we talk?" he asked discreetly. I went along with him, quite over our previous argument by then, and he pulled me into an empty compartment. "You're about to apologize, aren't you?" I asked him as he opened his mouth to speak. He looked at me quizzically. "There's no need. Whatever's happened, you've made up for it. You helped my sister and you let my friends go, and I don't think that was just for me either. There really is some good in you somewhere," I said, smiling softly. "Keep dreaming," he said with a smirk. "I guess this is goodbye for the summer," I said a tad bit regretfully. "Do I get a goodbye kiss?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and pecked him on the cheek after a moment. "That's it?" he asked a bit disappointedly. "You don't deserve that much," I said, mirroring his smirk. He smiled, and if I didn't know any better, I could see the faintest tinge of pink on his cheeks. "Is Draco Malfoy actually blushing?" I accused him lightly. The playful atmosphere died off after a few moments and I slipped out of the compartment. "Well, I guess I'll see you next year," I said, lingering at the door for a second. As I moved off, he caught my fingers briefly. "Whatever happens next year, just...just remember this," he said quietly, and then let me continue on. I shot him an odd glance, but nodded and joined my friends again.
  9. The train ride seemed to fly by, and when we arrived at the platform, I came to the realization that I was going to have to stay with my grandparents again. Things were just too touchy with Ron, and I didn't fancy sharing a house with him for an entire summer. I said farewell to all of my friends again and Arianna and I joined my grandparents near the barrier again. "So, you're back, are you?" my grandmother asked me, not unkindly. I nodded, my gaze shifting reluctantly to the departing Weasleys and all of my other friends. Even to Draco. It was going to be a long summer.
  10. *music826* I hope this wasn't too overwhelming of an edition. I got a bit dramatic with the entire family plot, but I started writing and by the time I had finished, I deviated totally from my original plan. But to be honest, the original plan was even more dramatic. :P I'm now looking forward to writing sixth year and sharing it with you. This is the year I've been wanting to write since I started, so it's exciting to finally get there. Until next time :)

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