Hey, welcome to the next chapter of Stars Dance! Hope you enjoy! Also, Cassiopeia is now regularly called 'Cass' or 'Cassie', it's a nickname.

It was a week before Harry's 11th birthday. The summer heat beat onto his back as he lay crouched next to Aunt Petunia's garden. It was one of Harry's least favourite chores. He loved the way the flowers looked and smelled, but the unrelenting heat of the summer often led to him getting sunburnt. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had taken Dudley out to this new restaurant, and Harry had no idea when they would be back. Looking at the garden, he saw he was finished with the weeding. Making sure the Dursley's weren't back yet, Harry quickly ran back inside the house and grabbing the mirror from the hiding spot under the small mattress his Aunt gave him a year ago.

Slipping back outside, Harry found a small shaded place near the garden and called out Cassie's name. The mirror shimmered for a moment, before her face swam into view.

"Hey Cassie" Harry said.

"Hello, how are you doing Harry?"

Even after knowing Harry for almost 3 years, Cass still had a very formal way of speaking with him.

"Fine, just finishing the gardening"

Cassie scrunched up her nose. She didn't like Harry's aunt and uncle, and wasn't afraid to voice her disdain. Harry quickly interrupted her before she could go on a rant about his relatives.

"So, have you gotten your letter from Hogwarts yet?"

Cass smiled faintly.

"Harry-"

Harry cut her off.

"And don't tell me you won't be able to go. I'm sure you'll be able to."

A tradeoff of having seer sight was that most of Cass' magic was focused unconsciously into that. It left her with very little magic to cast spells like normal witch's and wizard's do. It embarrassed her to no end, as she refused to let her seer powers become common knowledge, with only her, Harry, Walburga, Narcissa and Lucius, Narcissa's husband knowing. It was one of Harry and Cass' greatest fears that because she couldn't access her magic as much as the other student's, that she wouldn't be able to go.

"Harry" Cass said, voice patient, "I haven't gotten my letter yet, but we'll see what happens when, or if I'll get my letter."

"Can't you see if you got your letter?"

Cass glared at him.

"No. I haven't. I'm not all knowing, my visions rarely show my future anyways."

Harry knew this, but sometimes he wished that she could be.

The two of them idly chatted for a little bit until the Dursley's came home. Harry stuffed the mirror into his shirt and made himself look busy. Aunt Petunia looked over the garden with critical eyes, trying to find any faults with Harry's work. Fortunately, she didn't, and Harry was allowed to go inside. Harry walked towards his cupboard, but was stopped by Dudley.

"Where you think you're going?"

Harry leveled him with a glare, and in a monotone voice, told Dudley

"Back to my cupboard, why?"

Uncle Vernon overheard Harry and came into the hallway.

"I have guests coming over for business and some wine. You will go up to Dudley's extra room until they leave. Make a noise and you will never make another one."

Harry nodded, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. After being threatened on an almost- daily basis, Uncle Vernon's threats lost it's power over Harry. He trudged upstairs and closed the door of Dudley's room. Harry looked around in slight disgust. The room was small, and with the overwhelming tower of broken toys that Dudley refused to get rid of only made the room seem more like a closet then a bedroom. Harry sat down on a semi-broken beanbag. Dudley made a tear in when he was 9. Pulling the mirror back out, Harry thought about calling Cassie again. He decided against it, not wanting to bother her, and went over to a shelf a picked up a book.

The dusty title read, 'Dracula'. Harry snorted, knowing Dudley probably didn't even look at the thing twice. Tip toeing back to the beanbag, Harry made himself comfortable and opened the book.

Harry opened his eyes. His aunt hadn't gotten him up yet to make breakfast, so Harry had a few minutes to bask warm morning heat. His peace didn't last long, as his aunt came down the stairs a few minutes later. Harry made breakfast and served it to his relatives, barely paying attention to Uncle Vernon praising the new school Dudley was going to, instead recalling what he read last night. He enjoyed the book, while it was a little hard to read the old text at first. He made a note to try to sneak the book into his cupboard to finish it. Harry snapped out of his daze when his uncle glared at him.

"Go get the mail." He said, stuffing eggs into his mouth.

Harry went outside and picked up the mail. Flipping through the mail, his heart almost stopped when he saw a letter addressed to him. Looking at the seal, Harry bit his lip to stifle his excited grin. It was his Hogwarts letter. Debating the options, he decided to tell his uncle, the worst that could happen would be that he had to ask Cass for help via the mirror. Walking back into the kitchen, he handed the mail, sans the Hogwart's letter, and waited for Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to notice the other letter in his hands. It was Dudley who saw it and squealed on Harry.

"Dad. Dad! He's got a letter!"

Vernon snapped his eyes to Harry and demanded to know what the letter was.

"It's my Hogwarts letter." Harry said, and the room went deathly silent.

Vernon snatched the letter and opened it. Eyes trailed down the letter.

"Go to your cupboard." He said, voice deadly quiet.

Harry walked over to the cupboard, and slammed the door shut. Wrong move. He would have to mirror call Cass that night.

A few hours later, his aunt and uncle called him out into the kitchen. The two of them were sitting at the table, the letter in the middle of them.

"You," his uncle began, barely restraining his anger, "are not going to that freak school"

Harry narrowed his eyes. He was going to that school, one way or another.

"It's my birthright as a wizard," here, his aunt flinched, "to go to Hogwarts. I will be going."

His uncle started turning purple, and his aunt pursed her lips. Then his uncle calmed, and smirked at Harry.

"And who will pay for your schooling, and take you to go shopping? We certainly won't"

Harry had no words, stumped. He was sure Cass wouldn't mind going shopping with him, but Harry didn't want to ask her to pay for his schooling. He knew that the Black family was rich, but the thought of asking them left him slightly queasy. Harry didn't answer them. Aunt Petunia cleared her throat.

"You'll be moving into Dudley's spare bedroom. You're getting too big for the cupboard."

Harry thought that the sudden charity had to do with the fact that the letter addressed 'The cupboard under the stairs'. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the letter. Thinking that they had won, his aunt and uncle let him. He made dinner for them and trudged upstairs, taking the few possessions he had with him. Downstairs, Harry could faintly hear his cousin wine about the fact that he didn't have two rooms. Harry sat down on his mattress and pulled out the mirror.

"Cass?" He called, and a second later, her face swam into view.

"Hey Harry." She said, smiling wide

Harry rolled his eyes and sarcastically said,

"Guess what came in the mail today."

"Could it be…. Your Hogwarts letter?" Cassie said, smiling wider.

"How'd you guess? Did you get your letter?"

Cass dropped her smile. Harry's heart stopped. There was no way she didn't get a letter. She looked up at him through her lashes then suddenly smirked, grabbing something from the side, where Harry couldn't see. After a second, she pulled an identical envelope into view. Harry quietly cheered. Then, remembering his aunt and uncle's words, frowned.

"What's wrong?" Cass said, putting the letter to the side.

Harry repeated the conversation between him and aunt and uncle. Cassie's lips pulled downwards and a pensive look appeared on her face. She thought for a moment, then excused herself for a moment. She appeared back in front of the mirror a few minutes later with a smile.

"I'll send an owl to the Hogwarts staff telling them that you need an escort to Diagon Alley." She said, "They should send do that for a lot of muggleborn children. They probably thought that because your a half-blood, you would know where and when to go."

Harry let out a relieved sigh, and Cass chuckled, before stopping.

"Oh, one more thing, I'll be shopping with Cousin Narcissa and her son, Draco, on the 29th, hopefully we'll see each other."

She smiled, looking excited. Harry smiled back at her.

"See ya then"

And thus ends another chapter of Stars Dance! Harry's such a cutie .

Notes:

Cass doesn't talk about her visions. She might eventually share them, but I don't want her power to be overused. She DOES hint at the small ones, and she'll continue to, but other then that, IDK.

Also, Harry being a lot more open and not afraid of his family is a result of Cass' presence in his life, Harry WILL be OOC, as most of the characters.

Lastly, I post chapters when I finish writing and editing, literally, the moment I'm finished, the chapter goes up, so after school starts next week, the story will probably update on a almost bi-weekly basis. Hopefully. I try to make my chapters 1k-3k typically, so however long it takes me to type that.

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EDITED: March 17, 2017