I don't own anything except Cassandra
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic...so take it easy on me.
On one Friday morning, Cassandra Moore-Potter woke up relieved that today was the first official day that she, along with her husband Harry, would start their vacation. Her job as an editor of a local magazine was a demanding job which gave her little time to see her husband of three years. Once fully awake, Cassandra turned her head to find Harry not in bed with her. She shrugged it off and slipped into her silk robe. She made her way down the hallway of their Atlanta, Georgia home and paused when she saw her husband in the kitchen.
"Morning, sweetheart." Harry looked up from the table.
"Good morning. Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so beautiful I thought I would just let you sleep."
"Thank you, baby."
Cassandra stared into her husband's bright blue eyes and thought about how so many people in her family was shocked that her husband was a white, British male. She placed her hand in his and noticed the vast contrast of skin. Harry looked at her quizzically.
"Sweetheart, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing…just thinking about the night I brought you home to my family."
"Oh, that day. I was bloody nervous."
"You, I was nervous. I'm was the chocolate sistah with a white boy on her arm."
"Well, I love my 'chocolate sistah' perfectly." she tried to hold in her laugh but failed. "What?"
"Honey, with your accent…you saying sistah…not so much."
"Thanks, I feel so much better."
"You know I'm playing with you. In fact, I love your accent. It's so sexy." she purred into his ear.
"So, what do you want to do on the first day of our vacation?"
"I don't know…I was kinda thinking…."
"Thinking what?
"I was thinking we go to England. I mean it's been years since you've been there and I'm pretty sure your family misses you."
Suddenly, Harry's smiled faded. It has been years since he was at home. He tried everything to forget Hogwarts, Death Eaters, the death of Dumbledore, and especially Voldemort. He hated that part of his life. He wanted to forget but that scar on his forehead was always a constant reminder of the coward he is today. Cassandra noticed Harry's spacey expression.
"Harry, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. I mentioned England and you turned pale."
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"Harry, you've been acting strange lately. Are you sure you are okay?"
"I am…look, can we talk about something else?"
"Sure…." she said though she was not fully convinced he was fine. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know."
"Well I'll be in the shower while you think of something to talk about."
"Okay."
Harry sighed when Cassandra closed the bathroom door behind her. He hated keeping his past a secret from his wife. Her spirit alone made him fall in love with her. If she believed in magic she would've made a brilliant Gryffindor, he thought to himself. Cassandra did make him think about one thing: his friends. It has been years since he has seen and heard from Hermione and Ron.
Cassandra got into the shower thinking about Harry's eyes and the vast change in them. She thought it was odd for a person to be away from their home country and never want to return. She also noted that in all the years of their relationship Harry never really disclosed the full story of his past. Everything was a vague description of his childhood. Once finished, Cassandra got dressed in a summer dress and sandals and headed for the kitchen.
"Have you thought about what you wanted to talk about?"
"I didn't…how about we go to the park instead? It's a nice day today."
"Nice day? It's hotter than hell outside." she picked up his newspaper and fanned herself with it. Harry eyes went wide as he noticed that she picked up The Daily Prophet and not the Muggle newspaper.
"Um…sweetheart? I left my wallet in the bedroom…."
"I'll be right back."
"Thanks." he watched as she put the paper down and went into their bedroom. Harry grabbed the paper and said a spell to transform the paper into the Muggle one.
"I didn't see it."
"Oh? Let me check." he bent down and pretended to get his wallet from the floor. "Here it is. It must've fell to the ground."
"I guess so. Are you ready?" with a nod Harry stood up and him and Cassandra left for the park.
Once there, Harry and Cassandra walked in the park and watched birds eating. In that moment Harry truly felt happy. Suddenly, Harry felt his scar throb with pain. He placed a palm over the scar and winced.
"Baby, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just have a headache."
"Do you want to go back to the house?"
"Yeah. Sorry for the brief outing."
Cassandra helped her husband up and they walked to the car. When they arrived home Harry's scar was still pulsing and he took some pills to make his wife think he had a migraine. Cassandra got up from her chair.
"I'm going to go to the store to get groceries for tonight. Do you need anything?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"Okay…."
Cassandra left leaving Harry to wail in agony. It has been years since he felt pain…then again he has never really healed from Dumbledore's death. Suddenly, Harry heard a pounding on the door. The door shook with a rumble. Harry stumbled around the house looking for his wand. He kept it hidden from Cassandra and swore never to tell her about the wizarding world. He stood in the middle of the living room when the door seized and an eerie quiet took over the room.
Harry saw the door blast forward into splinters and he had his wand ready to use. A figure slowly made their way into the door frame. He wanted to wait to see if it was a Death Eater who tracked him down. Once he saw a wand peeking from the door, Harry knew what spell to use.
"Expelliarmus!" the wand flew across the living room and he picked up the wand. Harry saw the figure come closer with their hands up. In that moment Harry saw a familiar face.
"Hermione? What in the hell are you doing here?"
"Yes, it's me. It took me years but I finally found you!" she ran over to hug him.
"Wait, wait. How did you know I was in America?"
"A Muggle spy for us spotted you here. Harry, why did you run away?"
"Hermione, now is not a good time. I'm happy here, I'm happy…my wife…." his jaw dropped when he saw Cassandra holding a bag of groceries.
"Harry, what the hell is going on here? Why is the door in a million pieces?"
