Hey! So I'm just wondering what you guys think of the story so far. I now it's weird seeing Harry in first year again with an almost mother at his side. My sister took a look at this and shook her head. Called me an idiot with a unique mind. I took it as a compliment.

Also I wanted to remind you guys that I have a live journal account: xxemokid101 is my name. Add me as a friend and watch out for chapter's I post there. I'm probably going to post a teaser for the next chapter of this story there.

Rate: T

DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN HARRY POTTER. THE AMAZING JKR DOES.

WARNING: ANYONE WHO IS SCARED OF SNAPE WILL SHUDDER AT THIS CHAPTER. HE WILL BE NASTY AND CASSIE BEING THERE WON'T HELP.

Chapter 4

Harry woke up from the terrible night he had. The stomachache would not go away until a half an hour after he took the pill. After getting up himself he woke up a disgruntled Ron from his similar night.

"It's mad I tell you," Ron said. "I never got a stomachache before."

"How much did you eat last night?"

"A bit more then usual," he admitted. Harry gave him a look. "Okay a lot more then usual. It was a feast Harry, your suppose to eat more then usual. "

"All I know is that I'm not going to tell Cassie what happened," Harry replied. "Never."

"Your right about that mate. If we tell Cassie what happened she'll go on and on about how she was right."

So they got dressed and walked to the Great Hall.

"There look!"

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with red hair."

"Wearing glasses?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Harry groaned. Again with the famous thing. He hadn't asked for it, but it was like some person with a disliking for pale, knobby kneed, dark haired, glasses wearing people.

"Cheer up mate," Ron said. "It's only going to last a little while. Soon, no one will care if your Harry Potter." Harry sighed. He hoped Ron was right.

Ron and Harry sat down. They ate a little because they didn't want stomachaches today. Although a little for Ron seems to be sausages, toast, eggs, and pumpkin juice.

"Hey guys," Cassie said sitting next to Harry. "Did you guys get a good sleep?" they grunted. "I'll take that as a no. You guys shouldn't have eaten that much you guys must have had a stomachache."

"We didn't,' Ron said.

"Really? Then I would like the pills back .they were my last ones," Cassie said. Silence. "I knew it."

"What's on the agenda today?" Harry asked distracting Cassie.

"We still need to get our shedule," Ron grumbled. "Hope we don't have any classes with Slytherins. Nasty lot those Slytherins."

"Ron, please be nice to them. At least try to befriend them," Cassie said. "Know you you'll add fuel to this fight we have with them."

"Well I can't help it can I?" he snapped "They're unpleasant sneaky snarky snakes."

"Don't use alliteration for your evil purposes."

"Evil! I'm not evil," he exclaimed. "Wait what is alliteration?" Cassie just shook her head.

"Alliteration is the repetition of initial sounds in neighboring words," she explained. "Like Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper."

"What kind of idiotic saying is that?"

"Just forget it."

**

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot.

Portraits had people that could move and go into other frames. Harry recalled the Fat Lady saying she would like to go to the drunk monks painting during Christmas break.

The ghost didn't help either. They would glid from place to place and scare the first years. Nearly headless Nick was glad to help, but if you ran into Peeves you better watch out. He had a nasty sense of humor, leading first years to wrong doors, banging pots and pans, making noise in general. The only person who could control him was the Bloody Baron, and he was just to frightening to ask for help.

The only thing worst then Peeves was the caretaker Filch. Harry and Ron got on the wrong side of him the first day.

Cassie took a different route because she forgot her Potion's textbook in Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Ron however met with Filch went they were trying to open a door they lead to a forbidden corridor. Then Professor Quirrell came to the rescue when Filch threatened to lock them in a dungeon.

Then there was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. She had the same eyes as him and as sson as she spotted you doing something wrong she would run as fast as she could and you were caught red-handed by Filch. Ahe and Filch knew the secret passages better then every one (except for the Weasley twins) and could pop up anywhere. The strudents hated Filch with a passion and wished that he would die already. (he is extremely old already.)

And once you got into the classes it was like nothing you experienced before.

It turned out there were a lot more the classes then waving a wand and say a few words. In Astrology class they observed the night sky and identified different stars, movements of planets and constellations. in Herbology, they had a dumpy Professor called Professor Sprout. They learned how to take care of magical plants and fungi.

The most boring class was History of Magic. Everyone fell asleep during the class except Hermione who took notes with rapt attention. There was a rumor that a student fell asleep with the thought of going to the class. Professor Binns is a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor Flitwick was the Charms teacher. It was so small he had to stand on a pile of books to see the class, let alone teach them. At the start of class, he got the Harry's name and toppled over with excitement. So much for getting used to it.

Professor MrGonagall was different. As soon as everyone was settled on the classroom she gave then a talk to. "Transfiguration is one of the most dangerous magic you will learn in school. Anyone who is going to mess around should leave now."

she changed her desk into a pig and back. The class was excited. Then they learned they wouldn't be changing anything to animals for a while. She gave them an assignment to change a match to a needle. By the end of class, only Hermione Granger managed to make it sliver and pointy.

"Five points Miss Granger," McGonagall said with a small smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

It turns out Harry wasn't too behind. There were plenty of Muggleborns and people who lived in the Wizarding World their whole lives didn't have much of an advantage.

Friday was their first of Potions. With Slytherins. "Great. Snape always favors the Slytherins," Ron groaned.

"Let's just see," Cassie said. "he can't that would be violating - "

"Cassie, if you hadn't noticed, no one cares," Ron said cutting her off. "Even though McGonagall doesn't favor us, doesn't mean Snape can't favor Slytherins."

Then the mail came in. Harry was used to it by now, but before he had a nasty shock when they came in on the first morning. So far he didn't get anything, but today he did. It read,

Dear Harry,

I know you get a Friday off so would you like to come have tea with me around three?

I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid

Harry borrowed Cassies quill and wrote Yes, please, see you later on a piece of parchment and sent Hedwig off.

It was lucky Harry had tea to look forward with Hagrid. Potions turned out to be the worst thing to happen to him so far.

It wasn't the fact that he was terrible at it. No it had more to do with Snape.

Snape didn't dislike him, he hated him.

When he got to Harry's name during roll call he said, "Ah Mr. Potter our new celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione raised her hand.

"Umm," Harry said startled. "Could you repeat the question?"

"What – would – I – get – if – I – added – powdered – root – of – aspodel – to an – infusion – of – wormwood?" he said slowly so it would make Harry look like an idiot.

Hermione stretched her hand and sat on the edge of her sit.

He felt a paper brush at his side. Cassie's side. He looked at it with the corner of his eye. Draught of the Living Death.

"Draught of the Living Death," Harry said shakily. Merlin he hoped it was right.

"Correct," Snape said. His eyes looked surprised.

"Potter, where would you look if i told you to find me bezoar?"

Again he looked at Cassie's paper.

"In a stomach of a goat?"

"What is the difference between monskwood and wolfsbane?"

"Nothing. It also goes by the name of aconite."

Snape kept firing questions at him. He answered them with ease. Snape then looked at Cassie who was smiling at him. "What is that written on your paper?"

"Notes," she said casually. He raised his eyebrow.

"Really? Let me see?" Cassie handed the paper over. He scanned it quickly and handed it back to her.

"Fine. But if I catch you giving an answer to Mr. Potter or anyone else in my class it's guaranteed to get you a one way ticket out of here," Snape said coldly.

"Yes Professor," she replied still smiling.

"Is that cheek Miss Connelly?"

"Possibly." The class gasped.

"A point from Gryffindor then," he said.

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape. He cleared the potion from the floor. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered.

"Professor it wasn't his fault," Cassie said. "The book - "

"Is that more cheek from you Miss Connelly?" Snape said in a dangerous voice.

"Yes."

"Detention. Eight o' clock to tonight. Since you care so much about Mr. Longbottom, I suggest you take him to the Hospital Wing."

Cassie helped Neville out of the door. "As for the rest of you, if you don't want detention, leave now."

Everyone scrambled out.

**

Harry smiled fondly at the page. She got him out of trouble with Snape. What guts she had, even back in first year. He ruffled through the papers until he found a book.

Cassandra's Journal

She had a journal? Then Harry remembered. She used to write in it all the time. This must be her journal in first year. He looked at the thick book. It had her scent on it after all these years. It hugged it to his chest. He had tears coming out of his eyes.

Then he saw more journals. How many did she have? He found seven on the box. One for every year, including the Horcrux hunt.

What was it like in her view. How had she loved him? A friend, a lover, or a mother? A mix? Harry suspected the first and third. He knew how he loved her.

A son to mother, a friend to friend.

He opened the journal that his dear Cassie wrote in.

**

"Neville, are you okay?' she said concerned. He had taken a big dose of the potion.

"I will be when these boils are gone,' he said ruefully. "This happens all the time."

"You should be more careful."

"Cassie, I'm not sure your the one who should be giving me advice. That thing with you and Snape. That was scary."

"Well he shouldn't treat my friends that way," she said. Especially Harry.

She sighed. She had no idea why she felt so attached to Harry. She felt the need to protect him, even though he can manage himself. But it was not only him, it was Ron to. Everyone who she had come in contact with.

Her mother says it was because she was born with that motherly sense. Cassie doubted that though. She can't imagine herself with children. She wanted to be a free bird.

"Cassie we're here," Neville said/ she snapped back to the present.

"Okay. Tell Madame Pomfry I said hello," she said. Neville nodded and went in.

Cassie walked to the Owlry. It was quiet there. There was a constant flow of owls that are leaving and coming. She wished she had an owl. A gray one, with white feathers sprinkled on the wings. She sighed.

Then a phoenix came by her. She looked at it. It lifted one of it's feet to her. A roll of parchment was attached. She undid the scroll and gave the bird some crackers she had in her backpack and petted the old bird. It's brilliant. It was red and huge. It was strong she could tell.

She unraveled the parchment and read,

Dear Miss Connelly,

This is Professor Dumbledore. I heard that you have finally reached our school. I would like to meet you in an hour to discuss your unique position.

Position? Ah yes, your parents have told me they haven't told you. I would tell you through this letter, but I cannot. It is to confidential. Also, I would like to add that this parchment has a spell on it. It will activate as soon as you step into my office. Do not be afraid. It will have a minor affect on you.

Also, I would like to discuss your friendship with a Mr. Potter.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I enjoy Lemon Drops.

Lemon Drops?

Then she understood.

So this is it for this chapter. I'm truly evil. What has Dumbledore have to say to her. What is this spell? What does this do with Harry? Or his future?

Gosh, I truly I'm evil. Leaving you with a cliffie. I hate cliffies. Don't you?