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CASSIOPEIA PROKLE

AND THE BOY WHO LIVED.

CHAPTER ONE

THE BEST BIRTHDAY.

Cassiopeia Prokle lived in a normal house, on a normal street filled with normal people. The kind of street with a neighborhood watch, the kind of street where neighbors tried to out compete each other for the tidiest lawn with the most neatly cut grass, or the nicest car. It was a street filled with haves and neatness and normalness, which unfortunately Cassie was not.

Cassie was about as abnormal as you could be on a street like Privet Drive, because she had a secret, Cassie was a witch. She hadn't always known this, up until last year when her non magical mother had finally told her the truth she had just assumed she was a little strange, maybe lucky or maybe unlucky, only strange things seemed to follow her.

Today was July 15th, the first day of the summer holidays and most importantly Cassie's 9th birthday. She was very excited, today she was going to meet her father for the first time. Apparently her mother and father had decided (much as they had decided last year was an appropriate time to tell her she was a witch) that this was the year she would finally meet her father.

Cassie's father was a wizard, who lived (apparently) in Egypt working as a curse breaker. His whole family had been magical, although they were all gone now.

Cassie was sitting, Suitcase packed at the bottom of the stairs while her mother paced backwards and forwards down the hallway "how do you think he's gunna get here mum" Cassie asked excitedly, bouncing slightly in her seat.

"I have no idea" Cassie's mother snapped nervously "I haven't seen him since the day you were born, we always just wrote letters and sent photos after that" she continued pacing agitatedly.

"Oh I hope he gets here soon" Cassie sighed impatiently "I just want to get going already."

Her mother just looked at her nervously "you have packed everything your going to need right? Toothbrush? Enough underwear? Your father has no idea how to look after you, this is such a bad idea."

Cassie stared at her usually well put together mother, who currently looked as though she was bordering on a panic attack. "I'll be fine mum, no worries right" she smiled sweetly "besides, its only two weeks, I'll be back before you know it." She got up and gave her mother a hug "you'll see"

Suddenly there was a bang from the living room and both Cassie and her mother rushed in to see what was happening.

There in the middle of their lounge stood a stern faced man wearing some rather odd clothes. He had dark hair and steely blue eyes, and he was wearing a long black robe which reached the floor.

"Cassiopeia" he gave her a small smile, "Andrea" he turned and nodded towards her mother. "Are you ready to go then?" he looked over at Cassie. "All packed?"

Her mother looked scared, "Your sure you have everything cas?" she looked around nervously "your cellphone?"

"Yeeesss mum" Cassie rolled her eyes, "I will be fine, don't worry. I'm sure dad will take perfectly good care of me." She gave a glance towards the man who was apparently her father, nervous that for the first time ever she would be spending time with him, and not only time with him, they would be in Egypt, the furthest away from home she had ever been.

"Where is your luggage?" her father asked looking around the room.

"It's out in the hall" her mother chipped in, leading him out towards where her stuff had been left.

Her father reached into his robe and pulled out a long piece of wood which he pointed at her suitcase, and gave a flick towards the suitcases and Cassie watched in amazement as her suitcases shrank down to the point where they were so small they could be picked up and placed in a pocket, as her father did. He turned to her and held out his hand "We should go then."

Giving her mother a quick hug she turned to her father and took his hand. He turned in a circle on the spot and suddenly she felt like she was being sucked through a straw, before her feet thumped down on the ground.

The whole world was spinning, and Cassie fought the nausea, not wanting to throw up in front of her father, especially with it being their first meeting.

As the world stopped spinning Cassie took the chance to look around the room. It was a large golden atrium, with a giant fountain in the middle.

Catching her arm again her father led her towards an elevator, which they took downwards to a basement level.

They emerged in a room filled with random objects, looking around Cassie could see an old boot, a floppy disk, broken buckets and toys. It looked like a dump. A balding old man with grey hair and big bushy eyebrows looked up from his desk near the door "How may I help you today?" he spoke in a wheezy voice, looking the pair up and down.

"I need and international portkey to Egypt" her father spoke firmly, passing a sheet of paper across the desk to the man, looking quite bored.

After quickly reading the letter the man nodded, writing quickly in a book on his desk before reaching behind him into the pile of apparent rubbish and withdrawing a mangled old spoon and tapping it twice with his wand. "Here you go sir, I hope you enjoy your trip"

Cassie's father took the spoon and held it out towards her "This is a portkey" he spoke quietly, "grab hold of the other end quickly, we don't have much time"

Reaching out nervously Cassie took hold of the other end of the spoon and waited for something to happen. After about a minute of holding the end of the rusty spoon, and just as she was beginning to feel a little silly there was a sudden jerk from her navel and she was in the air, attached to the spoon and spinning, faster than she had ever imagined she could go.

It was over before she had even had time to blink, slamming down onto the dust covered floor of a large room.

Her father had somehow managed to land on his feet and he reached down to help her up with a crooked smile, "it takes a little while to get used too" he hauled her to her feet, "you will get used to it eventually"

Dusting herself off Cassie was sure that traveling by portkey was something she would never get used too, and something she didn't even want to get used too, although she decided it was probably wise not to tell her father this.

"This way" Her father led her to a door at the side of the room, as he opened the door she felt a wave of heat hit her and she flinched a little, "You will get used to that too" her father joked as they walked out into the sun.

"Armandious" a voice called from in the distance, and her father stopped and looked around, "Armandious, over here!" The owner of the voice was a tall, dark skinned wizard with hair cropped short and no beard, wearing a magenta robe. "Armandious" he panted, out of breath, "You wont believe what we have found" he paused "it's the find of the century." He looked past her father and his eyes landed on Cassie, a frown passing across his face. "Whos this?" he asked sharply.

Her father looked torn, "this is my daughter Cassiopeia" he spoke evenly "she's here for a bit of a holiday with me."

The magenta robed man continued to frown "No matter we need you right now."

They followed the man into a doorway, where he griped them both and turned in a circle with a pop, dragging them down the straw again and depositing them in a small chamber, with sand stone walls carved with symbols and shapes.

The men hurried ahead of her and she heard her father gasp loudly. Before them stood a giant door, carved with still more symbols, far more intricate than the ones in the previous chamber.

Her father glanced at her, looking torn and glancing around the chamber. His eyes fell on a young man. "Weasley" He bellowed, and a tall, gangly young man, with red hair dashed over to them.
"Sir?" he questioned "what do you need?"

Her father looked pensive, "you have younger brothers and sisters don't you?"

Cassie's face fell as her father and the young man talked, her father handing the man her luggage and a bag full of, what she assumed was money as it clinked as it was passed over.

"Cassie" her father crouched down to look into her face "I'm really sorry, but this is the biggest find in 50 years." He sighed "I wish I could take you out but I can't, and I don't want you to be bored so Mr Weasley here is going to look after you for a bit"

She nodded solemnly "okay dad" she forced a smile onto her face and glanced at the man who her father was fobbing her onto, "I'm sure we will have loads of fun" she forced out.

Following the man out she had to choke back a sob, so much for this holiday. Here she was in Egypt, stuck with a man who probably hadn't had his nose out of a book for years… What fun.