Chapter 1

Somewhere in the middle of August

"Stop chasing the bleeding bird, Kasi!" Dorea called out, not taking her eyes off of her wine glass in hand. She sipped as the stark white fox landed at her feet with a swish of the tail. It smiled cheekily as it spat out a feather or two. "Shift, and read the letter. You still have to finish your assignment for Professor Whirl."

The fox tilted its head and yawned, readying itself to leap onto the armchair beside Dorea. As it jumped, the form morphed to be significantly different. Instead of a beautiful vixen, there laid a girl of fourteen who refused to take her knees off of the arm of the silky chair.

"I swear that woman gives me more work than she does the seventh year," Kasi muttered, sliding a nail into the crease of the letter and slicing it open. "I've already finished it. It was only extra essays on a few Dark spells, nothing too difficult. Oh, it's from Viktor."

KP,

Come to the Cup, I need the luck. Karkakoff convinced the Minister to invite you to the Top Box, best views. He thought it best that you come and cheer me on since he is unable to attend.

VK

"You'll have to be careful," Charlus said from the doorway of the sunroom. He held a wine glass in hand after he refilled his wife's glass. "In some circles, there's been talk of Death Eaters at the Cup."

"Really?" She shrugged. "I didn't know that. The ticket is for the Top Box, so I should be fine. The Bulgarian Minister will be there, meaning extra security."

"You better come home straight after," Charlus pointed a finger at her, arching a knowing eyebrow. "I don't want you cursing people on foreign land. Not again."

Kasi scoffed and faked shock, wrestling her giggles back. "It's not like I'll start hexing children, Char. If they can't defend themselves, well that is their problem. Good practise for me."

"Cassiopeia Hemlock Potter-Black…" Dorea drawled and Kasi cringed. It was never good when her full name was used, it never ended well.

"Fine." Kasi smiled at their disapproving looks. "I won't charm, jinx, hex, or curse anyone unless it's in defence."

Charlus glared at her, his eyes cold with a warning.

Kasi rolled her eyes and huffed. "Or go Muggle style on them…"

"Good," Charlus smiled with a dejected sigh. "We don't need a repeat of last year."

Dorea choked on her wine as she tried not to laugh in memory of that day. The assailant shouldn't have pushed Kasi that far, completely knowing of the girl's temper and ability. Trying to explain why their son had lost a vital part of his anatomy to his parents was quite difficult. But it was amusing after, and a very good reminder for the other students.

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The twenty-fifth of August came quickly and Kasi fastened the collar of her cloak tightly. It might have been a warm summer day, but the night was colder and slightly windy. It wasn't as cold as Durmstrang, she didn't think anything could be as cold as that school. Her boots went up to her knees and were so comfortable she just had to wear them, she didn't want to climb the stairs just yet so Kasi decided to visit the team she would be rooting for.

Kasi flashed her VIW, Very Important Witch, pass that had come with the ticket, and the Aurors that stood by the Bulgarian team's tent lifted the drapes. She nodded in thanks and ducked to get into the extended tent.

There were a dozen hooks on each wall, even a hook to place their brooms on. Most of the team had only shoved their uniforms on before just laying around. Even Kasi knew that they were at their best regardless; she attended almost all of the practices.

"I swear I used the wrong polish," One of the members mumbled in Bulgarian as he examined his broom. He traced a very small crack in the ebony handle. "Clara, can I borrow yours for tonight?"

"Sure," Clara Ivanova plucked a thick tub from her small duffle bag and chucked it at him. "Of all night, you mess up tonight. Watch out, younger here. Hello, Kas."

"Evening," Kasi said as she stepped forward, smiling sheepishly when she didn't catch sight of the teen she wanted. "Viktor doesn't know I'm here, does he?"

"That man is oblivious, Kasi," Ivan said and came over, ruffling her already windswept hair. "You'll find him out back, stretching before the game."

"Stop with the hair, I'm not twelve," She pouted. Kasi tried to fix the parting but gave up, ruffling it even more to look like it was supposed to look like that.

"Fourteen, close enough," Ivan snorted before clapping a hand on her shoulder and went to get his cloak on. "Tell that vulture that the game is about to start."

"Thirty, twenty-three, close enough," Kasi hummed innocently and patted his bicep. A sour look crossed Ivan's face but even he knew he deserved that remark. He shoved her shoulder lightly before going back to his little space and started to finish shining his boots.

It was still fairly strange to know the whole Bulgarian team. A month after Viktor became the Seeker for the team, despite being at school, he had introduced the team to a very select few of his friends, Kasi was one. She came to all of his matches and most of his practices, gaining a few tips from the team as she also loved Quidditch.

The sky had completely darkened and the campsite was empty save for a crimson form.

"Next time you send Kann, tell her not to bite me," Kasi said with an attitude. Viktor turned sharply with a nasty glare before he saw her. Kasi knew that look, she braced herself and sidestepped his leap. "Shouldn't you be in there getting ready? Come on, you know I hate being lifted!"

Viktor didn't listen, only allowing a sly smile as he narrowed his eyes and leapt again. Kasi didn't move in time, she had her feet swept from beneath her with ease. She found herself chucked into the air before landing on his shoulder like she weighed nothing to him.

"I am not a sack of potatoes!" Kasi cried as she banged her fist against his back.

"More like a boulder," Viktor grumbled and started walking towards the tent. He pulled the flaps back and ducked under them, carefully jostling the struggling Kasi as she yelled to be put down.

"I am not that fat!" Kasi shouted, reverting to English in her shock and anger.

"I did not say you fat," He said in English, crouching down to put Kasi down. He brought a hand to her hair and ruffled it. Seeing her eye twitch, he stepped back carefully, fully knowing she would lash out. "You need to eat more, anyway."

"I eat as much as you do," Kasi said, back in Bulgarian. Viktor wasn't the best at English but it was passable and understandable for most. "That has to count for something."

"Yes, well—"

"Almost time," An Auror called.

"Alright, I'm going. Bend," Kasi said, stepping forward to Viktor and making him bend a little so she could hug his neck. She began whispering, "Keep your eye on the score. Don't get the Snitch if the Irish have more than one-fifty. Don't be impulsive and get the Snitch before the time is right."

"So don't do a Nona?" Viktor snorted as she let go.

"Yeah, don't do a Nona," Kasi watched him pull the Quidditch robes on his tall form. "Don't break your neck."

"Thanks for the luck," His snort sounded more like a wheeze than a pig snort that was the usual.

Kasi allowed an amused grin onto her lips before she turned sharply, stalking out of the tent.

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Kasi was already grumbling by the time she finished walking up the thousands of steps that led up the Quidditch Stadium. It was warm enough for her to wear a shirt and waistcoat with trousers and boots. Even if Kasi was raised mostly around PureBloods, she still preferred the freedom that Muggle clothes gave her. She could walk around without tripping over the bottoms of the robes, or be forced to kick them with each step.

She still preferred to wear a cloak, it gave her a thrill when it bellowed like a shadow. Kasi found that she could always use her wand under the cloak and no one would know that it was her. A good benefit for her.

The Top Box was almost completely full, save for a few seats here and there. There was a large flash of ginger, or several as a whole family had bright orange hair. Kasi quickly glanced through everyone, finding the Bulgarian and British Ministers talking to each other. Or rather, Minister Fudge tried and failed to speak to Minister Oblansk.

"Minister Oblansk!" She greeted in Bulgarian as she walked over to the Bulgarian Minister, who remained silent in his one-sided conversation. The man winked with a slight grin. Kasi paused as the English Minister almost glared at her, before switching to English with an inclination of the head as an apology, "Pardon my intrusion, Minister Fudge."

"And you are?" Fudge said while Oblansk grumbled.

"I am pretending to not speak English," Oblansk muttered lowly, making her smile lightly. "Good to see you, Miss Potter-Black, and not at an annual hearing about you breaking the law again."

"Not this time," Kasi shook her head, her chin-length hair flickering as she laughed in agreement. She turned to Fudge when his eyes narrowed and he coughed. "Cassiopeia Potter, sir."

Kasi wasn't technically a Black in the British Ministry's eyes but she would resolve that soon enough.

"Potter?" He said. "We thought you were dead, my girl. We couldn't find any trace of you for years!"

"I've been at Durmstr—" She stopped as soon as she saw he was going to interrupt her. She sighed.

"Harry! Harry, come here and meet your sister!" Fudge called over to a boy near the ginger family. He had jet black hair with emerald eyes, almost matching her own eyes that were a few shades cooler.

While Harry had blue-black hair that was just as messy as their father's was, Kasi had split dyed hair. The right side of her head was her father's blue-black, while the left was a dark maroonish pink colour Dorea favoured on her. It wasn't her natural colour, not the one she was born with, but a couple cosmetic spells and this two toned hair now grew naturally out of her head.

"Sister?" He said without even looking at her. There was a tinge of pain in his voice, almost tight with displeasure. "My sister is dead, sir."

"Kasi Hemlock Potter, pleasure to finally meet you," She smiled softly, comparing their heights in her head. They were the same height but he was slightly bulkier than her even if he looked a bit too thin in the face. He wore Muggle jeans and a shirt with a jacket over his shoulders.

"How do I know you're not lying? You wouldn't be the first."

Kasi rolled her eyes, pulling the right side of her hair back to show off the five small moles behind her right ear.

The five moles were the reason she was called Cassiopeia, they were in the shape of that constellation if they were linked up.

The wary look disappeared as he launched himself forward, hugging her. Kasi jumped in shock, patting his back gently. Kasi wasn't really one for physical contact when she didn't know the person well enough. Just because he was her twin, it didn't mean she trusted him straight away.

"Aunt Petunia said Voldemort killed you!" He said before letting go of her. She was thankful for that, Kasi was uncomfortable with how happy he seemed to be.

"I wasn't killed, as you can see," Kasi gestured to herself. She felt a gush of cold wind against her neck, reminding her of home. "Alive and healthy."

"Where've you been then?" He said with newfound curiosity. His eyes twinkled with childhood innocence, she wished she still had that.

"Dorea and Charlus took me in, they're distant relatives of Father's. I wasn't even at the house when Voldemort came, I was at theirs," Kasi explained what Charlus had said to her. "They weren't going to give me up."

"Why was I sent to live with Mum's family then?" He said with distaste. His posture turned rigid as he leaned closer. Kasi felt the need to be cautious with each inch he came closer.

"I don't know," Kasi stepped back, glancing at him. "I haven't been in England for almost twelve years. I don't know so don't ask me."

"Where are you staying?" Harry asked before grabbing her wrist and pulling her over to who Kasi presumed were his friends and their family. "Guys, this is Cassiopeia, my twin sister."

Kasi snatched her wrist back, bringing it closer to her body so Harry couldn't grab her again.

"Oh, my Merlin!" The girl who's hair resembled a mane even if it was braided tightly down her back. "Is it true? Are you Harry's sister?"

Kasi was confused. She was his sister, that was all. Nothing that important or amazing. She tilted her head slightly as she said, "I prefer Kasi. I don't see how this is a big deal? Why do you make it seem like it's a big deal?"

She had turned to Harry, her eyes flickering between the two Potters with a bright smile."It means you won't be alone at the Dursleys' anymore!"

"Yeah, isn't it great, Hermione?" His own smile was bright.

"No more Dursleys, mate," The ginger boy next to them nudged Harry in the ribs with a grin, turning to Kasi. "Ron Weasley, these lots are my family."

Kasi nodded politely to the father and the eldest sons, getting nods back. She turned her head to Harry again. "Dursleys'? Isn't that Petunia's family?"

"Yeah," Harry sighed, he didn't look like he was happy about that. "When are you telling them that you are alive? Where are you staying?"

"I'm not," Kasi stated. "They're Muggles. They have no right to know if I'm alive or not. And don't give me that look. I'm not staying there either. I'm only in England for this match and then I'm going home. I have a family."

His face turned grim and annoyed, almost shocked that she would say such a thing. "They're your family! I'm your family."

"So?" She crossed her arms and tilted her head, feeling her short hair move with her. "Just because they are blood-related does not make them my family. They did not raise me."

"What about me then? Am I not your brother?"

"You're my brother, I can't change that. Mother and Father are dead. The Muggles can drop dead for all I care."

Hermione gasped, almost offended at her comment. "You don't even know them. How can you say that?"

"Yeah, I don't know them so I don't care," Kasi shrugged, glancing at her with an expression void of emotions. "I don't see how this would concern you. This is between my brother and I, not him and his friends."

"Even she can see how much you're worth, Granger," A voice said behind her, Kasi turned to see platinum blonde hair and cold eyes. Those two things were the trademark of the Malfoy Family, just as red hair was the Weasley's, and rounded shoulders the Krum's.

"Bugger off, Malfoy!" Ron Weasley snarled at the boy who's expression of disgust didn't change.

"Watch it, Weasley. I'm not here for you," Malfoy sneered at the ginger boy. He turned to Kasi as he looked her down with an approving look. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"Kasi Potter," She returned and turned to face him. His face reminded her of a woman she had met many years ago. "Say, isn't your mother Narcissa Black?"

"Yes, she is," He smiled proudly as he gestured to his dark-haired mother and blond father. Both PureBloods sat in their seats, quietly having a small conversation as they glanced towards Draco every so often. "Do you want me to introduce you to her?"

"I'll do it myself," Kasi muttered. A hand grasped at her wrist, lifting it up and stopping her from taking another step. She glared at Harry who gave the Malfoy family a disgusted face, matching her own which she gave him. "What?"

"You don't want to be mixed with that lot, Cassiopeia," He said and jutted his chin towards them. "They're not right for you."

"I'll decide that, Harry. I've lasted in Durmstrang with being the lowest rank of the system, I think I'll be fine." She snatched her wrist back, gesturing for Malfoy to come with her. She stopped before the adults.

"Lord and Lady Malfoy," Kasi greeted with a slight inclination of her head.

They stood from their seats, Lady Malfoy gently brushed the nonexistent dust off of her beautiful greeny brown robes. They both tilted their heads in greeting. "And you are?"

"Kasi Potter, Cassiopeia Potter-Black by Blood Adoption of Dorea Black,"

"I remember you, you were not even up to my waist when Walburgia died," Narcissa Malfoy said with a fond smile that didn't meet her eyes. She placed a hand on her husband's arm, looking up at him with a slight proud look. "Dear, this is Kasi, the one Dorea and Charlus took in."

"I didn't realise she was actually a Potter," He said to her in a low voice. "I thought they adopted a child."

"No, they took me in as an infant," Kasi said as the man Fudge introduced as Bagman began.

"Welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!" The spectators screamed and roared as Bagman announced it. "And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce…the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

The Veela were absolutely beautiful women who didn't seem like they were human. Kasi had seen some of them at Durmstrang, only a handful or so in the upper years. She wasn't surprised when the crowd began to become transfixed with them and their dancing and music. Even she was lured to them, but Kasi was used to it by now with Viktor having a past girlfriend or two that were Veela.

As soon as the music finished, the people roared in anger as they didn't want them to leave. Kasi turned to look at her brother and almost snorted, he and Ron had almost gone over the railings, each hiking a leg on it to get closer to the women. Hermione, as they called her a moment ago, tutted and scoffed at their antics before pulling them back by their collars like dogs. It couldn't be helped.

"And now, kindly put your wands in the air…for the Irish National Team Mascots!"

A brilliant rainbow appeared with the positioned balls of light, eventually uniting the balls into a shamrock that rose high against the sky. It was emerald green with a shimmery effect that was actually thousands of tiny Leprechauns piled on top of each other. After the Leprechauns sat across the field from the Veela, everyone quieted down.

Bagman rallied the stadium up for the start. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you — Dimitrov!"

The first person on there was Vasily Dimitrov, a Chaser and the Team Captain.

"Ivanova!"

Clara Ivanova came as a blur, zooming past everyone to hover next to Vasily.

"Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Zograf! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"

The last Chaser, both Beaters, Keeper, and Seeker flew on, all donning bright red robes and brand new FireBolts. As Viktor did a fancy trick, the crowd went wild but Kasi rolled her eyes. The first time she saw him do that trick, he fell off and planted face-first into the ground. He did that a few more times until he got the hang of the trick.

"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman yelled, "Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!"

And the match began.