A/N: Talking text will be bolded. Thinking text is in italics.

-Chapter 1-

My name is Cassandra Hale. I just turned 17 in July, July 13th, to be exact. It was Friday, the 13th. How ironic. My birthday was on Friday the 13th, the unluckiest day of like…ever. Ha-ha, people do not know the real me though…

I even have a stupid prophecy.

The problem at hand is great,

Only she controls the hand of fate.

Do not wait until it is too late, to show how she feels,

This is because her feelings are for real.

She must follow her heart.

She will be Hearing other's thoughts

Then she will be reading other minds

With these powers, she helps bind

The death of one to his fate

God – it is a stupid prophecy. What does it mean? Oh yeah, I know what it means.

First LineProblem refers to second war. It is seriously getting worse. It is Harry Potter vs. Voldemort, um DUH.

Second LineI control the hand of fate. This means that I control the outcome.

Third LineDo not wait until it is too late to show how I feel…Okay that is SO obvious, but what do I feel?

Fourth LineHer feelings are for real. They are for real…in what aspect, Love, friendship, jealousy…WHAT KIND.

Fifth Line She must follow her heart. Actually, this one makes sense, because every time I followed my heart – well, let's just say that I didn't end up dead.

Sixth Line - She will be Hearing other's thoughts. Again, this is obvious.

Seventh LineThen she will be reading other minds Reading minds. Cool!

Eighth Line - With these powers, she helps bind so I help someone.

Ninth Line - The death of one to his fate. Someone dies, I help the other kill him. OH THAT IS JUST GREAT, JUST FRICKIN' GREAT, I kill one, the other lives. Why must I help him?

So now, I live with my psycho aunt with her 10 million or so cats. She is what people call a Squib. Her name is Arabella Figg. Therefore, she is Aunt Ara to me. She has pictures of cats, cats, cats, and more cats. In certain pictures, there is a small black haired boy being chased by Mr. Tibbles, Fluffy or Gingerbread.

Today, I think I will ask her.

Aunt Ara, if you don't mind me asking, who is that boy in half your photos? I ask, pointing at the boy in one photo. Mmph, he is being chased by Mr. Tibbles. Oh him, that's Harry Potter she says, quietly. T-T-That is H-Harry P-Potter? I stutter. OF COURSE, I KNOW WHO HARRY POTTER IS! I'm a frickin' witch, albeit a foreign one, but still…I, CASSANDRA ROXANNE HALE DO KNOW.

Yes, dear...and his aunt and uncle have invited us over for dinner, you know, the Dursleys from Privet Drive? I don't like them much, but I do it for Harry's sake, she says. Whoa, whoa, whoa…wait a just a plum sucking second, you know Harry Potter? Doesn't that mean that you're in the order like The Weasleys and m-my p-parents? I stutter.

I always stutter when it comes to certain subjects. Anything about the Order of The Phoenix, my parents, Harry Potter and prophecies. Weird huh?

Order – My parents were Aurors and members of the Order. Voldemort killed them just after I left the house. THEY DIED BECAUSE OF ME! sobs

Parents – refer to above

Harry Potter – He is so great. I know all about his feats, hey my parents were Order members! In addition, I mean not to mention that my mom's maiden name was Serena Prewett. Yeah, Molly Weasley's sister.

Prophecies – Yes, I have one. Harry has one. My prophecy sucks and his prophecy sucks as well. Gee, golly, wowzers. BLEURGH, I hate prophecies.

Yes dear, in fact, we should be getting ready now, so got get dressed and all, then we'll head off, said Aunt Ara. I trudged upstairs and picked out a boat necked, short sleeved black top and a forest green, velvet long skirt. I have this outfit…LOVE IT I took a short shower and put my hair nicely, if I am going to dinner with the Idiots, might as well look nice. No one to impress though, Dudley is a fat pig.

I put on the outfit and some silver hoop earrings. I walked downstairs where Aunt Ara was waiting. Cassia, there you are. We have to get going now, she said. Cassia is my nickname. Cassandra is just excessively long. It is a beautiful name, but it is too long. Yes, it is. Cassia is my nickname..

I jump in the car and call driver's seat. It doesn't matter really, because Aunt Ara can't drive due to the fact that she tripped over Gingerbread once, broke her leg and Dudley ran over her with his frickin' mountain bike. We drive two streets over and I helped Aunt Ara out and give her the walking frame.

We walk up the driveway and knock on the door. Now Cassia, remember, the Dursleys don't know that you're a witch, so when you see Harry, don't do the typical gasp-and-point-or-exclaim-something reaction, she said to me. Yes Aunt Ara, I replied, rolling my eyes. You know, she is not exactly my aunt. She is more like a temporary guardian; I'll be going to live with Aunt Molly in about two days.

HARRY, GO GET THE DOOR, yells a female voice. Oh, that must be Petunia. YES AUNT PETUNIA roars back another voice, louder due to the close proximity to the door. I have never heard that voice, so I am assuming that was Harry. The door swings open – inwards – and a GORGEOUS boy is standing there. He is looking a tad disgruntled, but hey – I like Emo Boys. Ha-ha – at least, that is what my cousin Ron says, apparently, Harry does not speak or anything. He has not for AGES.

Hello Mrs. Figg, he says to Aunt Ara. Hello Harry, this is my friend's niece Cassandra Hale she says. Please don't call me that Aunt Ara, only Aunt Molly can get away with that. I even whacked Fred and George because they called me Cassandra, Harry, please call me Cassia, I say. I smile and help Aunt Ara in.

I walk in and Dudley looks me up and down. Ooh, looking good now sweet thing, he says. Only you could think that when I'm wearing a long skirt. Get your head out of the gutter, because I'm not interested, I look around to make sure that the adults were not paying attention. I'm 17 now, and I can use magic. Yes, Dudley, I'm a frickin' witch. So, I won't hesitate in turning you into a ferret, I hissed, whipping out my wand. His eyes get wide and he edges out of the room, his hands over his ass.

Okay, Harry, please explain, why does he do that? 'Cause if he keeps on doing that, I'm either gonna turn him into a ferret, a pig or set him on fire, I say, half joking, half serious. Well, when he was 11, Vernon made Hagrid – the gamekeeper at Hogwarts – angry, so he gave Dudley a pig's tail, said Harry, smiling. Oh okay, that crosses out the pig idea then, hey! I have an idea; I'll go into my pyromaniac mode and set Dudley on fire! I exclaimed, a little crazily, a little happily. He looks at me as if I am crazy. Sorry, I get a little hyper sometimes… I say, blushing.

We walk into the dining room where the adults were making conversation; Dudley was looking nervously from Harry to my face then back again. I suppressed laughter and Harry and I took seats right in front of Dudley and Petunia. So, Arabella, is this your niece? she asked. Actually, no she isn't. I'm just her temporary guardian, explained Aunt Ara. Oh really, then where will she be staying? asked Vernon, suspiciously. I wonder what's going through his fat head.Well, she will be staying with her aunt, Molly and her seven cousins, she said, glancing at Harry.

Harry gives a look. I give him an I'll-tell-you-later look and he nods. I quickly finish whatever is on my plate and so does Harry. Okay, I am done. Aunt Ara, I will be back to pick you up. Just call me on your cell phone, I say, walking out the door. I motion for Harry to follow me and he obliges.

I walk out, although its summer, my breath comes out in clouds in front of me. Harry jogs out from behind me and says, Hi. I turn around and smile. Hi Harry I say. So…You're a witch, he says. Yeah, I am. And I'm going to go annoy the heck out of my cousin Ron in two days, I say, grinning. Ron says this person has not spoken for ages. So me being here might have something to do with it… Do you mean Ron, as in Ron Weasley? Because I know him, says Harry. Yeah, that Ron, the Weasleys are my only family left. I say, hanging my head.

Harry puts a hand on my shoulder and says I'm so sorry, Cassia. He clearly knows what had happened. Or maybe he guessed. I give him a sad smile. Why is he being so nice to me? Yeah I say, looking down at my feet.

Poor me…wait, why am I doing this?

Maybe it's because you haven't mourned for your parents yet.

Yeah…wait – who are you?

I am your Inner Voice. The one that controls your instinct

What? Like a conscience or something?

No, your conscience is Lily. I'm James, your Instinct voice.

GREAT, I have two voices in my head. And I thought it was bad enough when Lily was in my head.

Hmmph, Lily wasn't kidding when you didn't listen to your voices.

Lily…oh, the annoying one that used to tell me, don't play tricks on Fred and George, play them on Lupin or Sirius,

Moony and Padfoot, Oh cool, wait – what do you mean used to?

Well, S-Sirius d-died about t-two years b-back. I d-do not s-see Lupin much, so…Oh shit, Harry is calling me. Best be off James.

Talk to you later Cassia

I blinked myself back into reality and found out that we were at the old playground. Oh…Sorry Harry, the voices in my head were talking to me again, I said. Your voices in your head? he asks, curiously. Yeah, I mean, b-before m-my p-parents went they cast a spell on me so that I would have two sorts of voices in my head. One conscience and one instinct, but they would be people who died but before hand, agreed that they would be my voices, I stutter.

Who are your voices? asked Harry. Well, the conscience is someone called Lily. She is bossy, has a kind motherly type voice, she really enjoys yelling at my other voice, though. So sometimes, they start fighting and I have to stop it. I think they are married. But she's loosened up a bit. She used to tell me not to prank Fred and George, but I should go after Lupin or S-Sirius, I say, a tear spilling out at Sirius' name. How about the other one, what's he like, Asked Harry. He wipes away the tear with a finger.

My instinct voice, who, might I add, is bloody lazy, is James. I reckon he was a Quidditch player in his younger years, because that is what Lily yells at him about. He's supposed to direct me in the right path, and frankly, he's been right most of the time. But, he's an idiot, and a guy. So it's a bit annoying, and they usually drive me crazy! I exclaim.

Next time I see Dumbledore, or SOME member of the Order, I am totally telling them to get James and Lily OUT OF MY HEAD!