New Story. I know I'm working on Potters and Weasleys VS. Rest of Hogwarts, but I need a distraction cause I'm stuck. Yep, I'm stuck again. So this idea has been brewing in my head for a year. Ever since I started Time of my Life. So I decided to give it a life. It's a story about Harry and an OC that prettyy much behaves like a mother to him. The story is a little altered, so you might me a little confused. Also, there is no romance between my OC and Harry. Harry/Ginny all the way. You'll understand as the story goes on.

Rated: T

Genre: Family/Friendship/Action

WARNING! THIS IS GOING TO BE AS GRAPHIC AS TI NEEDS TO BE! IT'S NOT AS BAD AS M, BUT IT WILL BE GRAPHIC AT TIMES. THERE ARE BLOODY SCENES.

So Here's Potter's Keeper. I don't own anything except my OC.

So no one is confused, flashback it starts at Diagon Alley chapter 6 in Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 1

Harry Potter traveled to his attic. There was something there that he had to see. Had to face. Had to learn. He opened to dorr to his personal hell and heaven. he moved the cardboard boxes and finally found what he was looking for. A wooden box.

Harry Potter remembers the first time he met Cassandra Connelly.

The blond girl would raid his head from time to time in the last nineteen years. Her laughing, smiles, and scolding invaded his thoughts ever since that day. She was his Mum. He was her son. She was the Moon and he was the star. A teacher to a pupil. Her soul healed his heart then ripped it again. She was a ghost in his past he had to face. And face it he will.

Today was that day.

You can't say that she scarred Harry. She gave him the love and devotion he never experienced in his eleven year. Love that Lily gave him as a baby that lasted in his veins until he was seventeen. She gave him the love in a more solid form. A form that can be hugged and kissed. A form that he could tell all his secrets to.

He turned the elegant box he had in his hands. The box was put in the attic with his own hands. Every memory of her was in here. From the first day to the last day. The wooden box was carved with the word Matris. Mother. In order to let go of her I need to open this box.

He opened his demon, angel, and beloved.

**

It all started in his first day of his life in the wizarding world.

He lived a miserable existence with his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. His cousin Dudley was no better.

Then the letter came.

It came with no return address. It was addresses to him. Harry Potter ordinary boy. He was going to open it when Dudley pointed it out and Uncle Vernon took it away.

Then more came.

And more.

And more.

It got to the point where they had to move to a isolated island in the middle of nowhere. Then Hagrid came.

Boy was he huge. He came in and told him that he was a wizard. A famous one. He gave Dudley a pig tail and left with him on a motorbike.

He woke up the next morning. He thought it was a dream. A good dream that couldn't last. Then he woke up and saw that it wasn't he was so happy. So so happy. They took a Muggle train and went to Diagon Alley.

That's when the chaos happened.

He was surrounded by witches and wizards who wanted to meet him. He was just a boy. A wizard, but so was everyone else. Then there was his Professor Quirrell. Always stuttering.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts." what a teacher he was.

"P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

yeah, sure.

"What sort of magic do you teach?"

"Defense Against Dark Arts' he had said. "Not that you would need it."

What an odd thing to stay, I thought then.

Now I know the truth.

And Gringotts, was huge. The vault had a pile of money. Gold, sliver and copper coins by the millions. His parents must have been rich.

The shops in Diagon Alley were colorful and full of life. People with pointed hats and cloaks walked everywhere muttering about prices and bargains. He looked in awe at this. He had already got his robes and met a wizard his age. He was blond and pale. He seemed to think he was better then everyone.

Like he hasn't run into those kind of people before.

Then he got Hedwig, his owl. The snowy white bird nipped his finger playfully. He was a good owl.

Then the wand.

Harry was nervous about getting his wand. Ollivander didn't make it any easier. After trying about a dozen wands, he finally found the phoenix wand. It was instantly warm on his hand. It was a part of him surely.

"Curious… curious…"

"Sorry?" Harry asked. "But what's so curious.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar."

Harry shuddered at this. The fact that his parent's murderers had the other phoenix wand was scary. It was like he was close to him. Closer then he expected.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."

Yeah that scared him to. He was a boy, not the most powerful evil wizard in the world. Harry still wasn't sure if he liked Ollivander.

Then they went to the get a bite to eat. There's were he met Cassandra.

Hagrid had to go to the loo and asked Harry to stay there. He sat there chewing his hamburger when a blond girl suddenly sat by him. He was so startled that he choked. The girl giggled. She had pretty green eyes.

"Hello, my name is Cassandra,' she said. "Cassandra Connelly."

Harry cleaned the front of his shirt. The mustard was splattered on his shirt. "Let me help you with that.' she took the napkin from his and took out a water bottle from her small backpack. She opened the top and poured a bit of water on it. She dabbed his shirt and took out most of the mustard.

"Um, thank you?" he questioned. Who was this girl. She acted like a long lost friend and mother.

"You're welcome." she made herself comfortable. She obviously was not going anywhere.

"So... are you going to Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Yes, it's going to be my first year,' she said. "Wait.. your Harry Potter!" he groaned. He was going to get tired of this fast.

"What are you doing here alone. Kids your age should have some supervision!" she exclaimed. "Now where is it... got it!" she pulled out a napkin. "You have some ketchup on your face.' she handed him a napkin.

Harry wiped of the ketchup. "Thank you, but you don't have to - "

"Nonsense. Honestly Harry, you would think that you would know to wipe your mouth," Cassandra said rolling her eyes.

"Why are you acting like a …."

"Mother, caretaker, keeper?"

"How did you know - " harry started.

"Even my own mother thinks I act like this,' Cassandra said. "Don't worry."

I met the girl for two minutes and I already think she's crazy.

"Harry, ready to go... oh hello Cassandra!" Hagrid said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine Hagrid," Cassandra replied. "But you on the other hand... living in a hut on the ground. No wonder that Malfoy boy thinks your a savage."

"I could care less what those ruddy Malfoys thinks,' Hagrid said.

"It's not only him Hagrid. It's everyone whose afraid of you! You don't even wear that sweater I got for you! It matched you eyes!" Harry leaned in. Hagrid has brown eyes.

"Cassie, your overreacting - "

"Did you wash your hands in the loo? Don't you dare lie to me like last time."

"Um.' Hagrid was sifting his weight to his left leg. Then his right. "No."

"What did I tell you? Bacteria and other germs are on your hand and you could get sick! Now go wash your hands!" Cassandra exclaimed. Hagrid rushed to the loo again.

"You know Hagrid?" Harry asked. How could she know him. She said she was a first year, but knows him? The other boy didn't.

"He's my cousin. His dad was my Dad's second cousin." she played with her fingers. "Although he's not technically my cousin, I call him that."

"Wow."

"Not really. All wizarding families are related. Even you and me," she said.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yup. Oh Hagrid wipe them to!" she called. Harry heard some footsteps and a door slam. "You would think he would know better." Harry laughed.

"So, we'll sit together on the train then?" Cassandra asked.

"Train?"

"We take a train to get to Hogwarts silly! Would you like to sit with me?" Harry was warming up to this girl. The confident eleven year old acting as if there was no worries in this world and was definitely a good person to be around.

"Sure,' he replied.

"Good. It's nice to know you have a friend on the first day," she said. "Finish your hamburger before it gets cold."

**

Cassie, how did you get to Diagon Alley without a parent?" Harry asked.

"That's a secret." harry sighed. Cassie seemed to have a lot of secrets.

"Harry here's your ticket," Hagrid said. He handed him a ticket.

"Did you tell him how to get on the Platform?" Cassie asked.

"No, he'll figure it out on his own."

Platform 9 ¾. "Wait what do you - " They were gone.

**

"Platform 9 ¾," he muttered. How was I suppose to know it didn't exist? The Dursleys thought I was stupid and just dropped me off. Then I asked someone who works here where it was. He thought I was joking and sent me off. Now I'm lost

"— packed with Muggles, of course —" Harry turned. It was a plump woman with four boys with flaming red hair talking.

"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go…"

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first." Yup definitely wizards. The oldest boy marched over and ran through. He vanished!

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone — but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there — and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.

Even after the third time, he still couldn't believe it. "Excuse me,' he said.

"Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is, I don't know how to —"

"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly. He nodded. "Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"Okay,' he said. He looked at the barrier. It was solid. He walked to the barrier and picked up some speed. The cart was out of control and he couldn't stop. He waited for the barrier to stop him and injure him but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw the most wonderful sight.

Witches and wizards were bustling everywhere. He tried to put his stuff on the train but dropped the bag on his foot. Instant pain.

"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"

With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.

"Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar.

"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you —?"

"He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to Harry.

"What?" said Harry.

"Harry Potter." chorused the twins.

"Oh, him," said Harry. "Yes, yes I am." the two boys gawked at him.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mom."

With a last look at Harry, the twins hopped off the train.

Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying.

"Ron you have something on your nose." They boy jerked away.

"Mum – geroff," he said trying to leave his mother's grasp. The family laughed.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins.

"Shut up," said Ron.

"Where's Percy?" said their mother.

"He's coming now."

The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry noticed a red and gold badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves —"

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once —"

"Or twice —"

"A minute —"

"All summer —" Harry thought these two boys were hilarious.

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins.

"Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there."

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.

"Now, you two — this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've — you've blown up a toilet or —"

"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though, thanks, Mom."

"It's not funny. And look after Ron."

"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."

"Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it.

"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"

Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn't see him looking.

"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"

Harry heard the little girl's voice.

"Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, eh please…" Harry frowned. He is not a petting zoo animal.

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there — like lightning."

"Poor dear — no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?"

Their mother suddenly became very stern.

"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school." thank you whoever you are.

"All right, keep your hair on."

A whistle sounded.

"Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls."

"We'll send you a Hogwarts' toilet seat."

"George!"

"Only joking, Mom."

"Eavesdropping are you?" a voice said in his ear. He jumped and hit his head on the roof of the compartment

"Tsk, tsk,' she said opening up her backpack. She took out some ointment. "sit down, I'll heal it." he sat downa dn she moved some of his hair. "Do you ever comb it?"

'Not worth it." she shook her head. "Boys." she spread some of the ointment on the spot where he got hit. He winced.

"If you hadn't hit your head, you wouldn't be n this position,' she chide and finished up.

"You snuck up on me!"

"I did no such thing. You are not suppose to eavesdrop. It's a bad habit."

"Is it okay of I sit here?" a red haired boy asked. The youngest one. "Everywhere else is full." harry shook his head. "Oh, hello Cassie."

"Hello Ron. Did your Mum pack you a sandwich? You know how your hunger is," Cassie said.

"Yes she did. It's corn beef though. I don't like corn beef,' he said.

"The only way you will like it is if you eat it. Honestly with your stomach it's hard to believe you don't like any kind of food."

"This is unbelievable. I just left my Mum and it's like getting her back again,' Ron huffed.

"You know how I am."

"Hi I'm Harry," Harry said.

"As in Harry Potter?" Ron asked.

"Yes."

"My brothers like jokes. I thought this was one of them. You never know with those two," Ron said.

"Speaking of the twins,' Cassie said.

"Hey, Ron. Hey Cassie."

The twins were back.

"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."

"Right," mumbled Ron.

"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley.

"Tarantula? You are not going near that got it?" Cassie said in a menacing voice. The twins cringed.

"Yes Cassie," One of them said.

"We - "

"Won't - "

"Dare to - "

"Go near the - "

"Tarantula." one of them finished. Talking to the twins were like watching people play video games. To confusing.

"Promise?"

"We promise. Weasleys never break a promise!" They saluted and left.

"They're going to make someone else go near the tarantula," Harry said.

"If they do, Molly's going to get a nice long letter,' Cassie said.

So.. how was it. Should I keep going? Huh? Please tell me!

Also, if Cassie reminds you of Mrs. Weasley I got her characterization right.