"I'm going to miss you, Lily," Cassidy said, giving her a hug. They were in the middle of a great, golden painted corridor that dazzled bright in the golden sunlight.

"I'll be fine as long as your brother doesn't follow me like a dog," Lily remarked.

"Ha ha." She looked cautiously at Sirius, then she smirked at him. "I'll make sure he doesn't stagger around too much." She winked at Sirius. Then they both pulled away.

"I hope we stay in such," noted Lily.

"Definitely will. I'll send you my owl."

"That reminds me, what did you get in your OWLs again, Cassidy?" she asked.

"All outstanding, you?"

"I hope I did well. What about your NEWTs ?"

"You probably did do. Or past them at least. My NEWTs are coming this summer, actually."

"Good luck on finding out on your results," Lily commented.

"You too," Cassidy replied kindly. Just that second, Professor McGonagall rushed over to them. She looked like she was in a hurry.

"Oh yes, there you are Miss Potter, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office," said Professor McGonagall. "Now."

"Ok, Professor. I hope I'll see you later, Lily."

"You too," she waved.

x

Cassidy followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office, like many times before.

"Bertie Botts," said Professor McGonagall sternly. And Cassidy got onto the spiral staircase. When it reached the top, she knocked on a large double door and a calm voice said:

"Come in!"

And Cassidy entered.

"Ah, yes, Cassidy. Please, take a seat." He directed the chair opposite his, with the desk in between. Cassidy walked over, the old headteacher portraits were faking to be asleep. His office was very cluttered, though filled with a lot of mysterious, silver objects that were quite interesting to Cassidy. But, she did not want to raise suspicion of looking round for a long period of time, so she sat in the invited chair.

"So, Cassidy. I'll just go straight to the point of why you are here. We both know that we are at war, and Lord Voldemort is the cause of this. So I ask thus: how would you like to be in the Order of the Phoenix?" he asked.

"No, I felt like joining the Death Eaters during Easter."

Dumbledore merely chuckled.

"That's not exactly the answer I was looking for, though a mildly humorous one. Although, Cassidy, you need to promise me that you won't purposely go hunting for Voldemort."

"Honestly Professor, why would I want to go looking for him?"

"Because he's looking for you."

"Why is he looking for me?" she asked, a little shocked, yet somehow, honored.

"He's looking for wizards who would, in essence, do rather well in duels. He's looking for the best to carry out his deepest works, the most twisted. With the best, he believes he cannot be defeated," Dumbledore explained. "With the better witches and wizards -" Dumbledore sighed. "I suppose he could defeat us. And I admit, if Voldemort ever gets into full power, then I'm afraid, I won't be able to do much."

"Now that just makes him naive to think that the best is always the solution. Though, I wouldn't class him as wrong to think it. He does underestimate powers greatly and hence why he has the most flaws."

"Indeed, that is correct. I'm just warning you that once you join him, there's no way back. Lord Voldemort of all people is the most inevitable."

"I believe everybody had a bad side, Professor. Though, I do not disagree with your judgement."

"Yes, well. Remain cautious. We cannot lose this war, Miss Potter. I cannot stress enough."

"Professor, what if we do lose? What should we assume once the worst has happened?"

"I suspect the world would've gone mental. That's what."