A/N : Welcome back !

In this chapter I'll start introducing Cassius Warrington.

His character will be complex and mysterious . He won't be the typical slytherin. He has a goal, a big one and to achieve it he needs Harriet.

I'll be cracking his layers one by one so don't assume anything for now just wait and see .

I'm looking forward to the feedback !

Chapter 2 : Cassius Warrington

Finally!

The word reverberated in Cassius's mind. He had patiently waited for this moment. He stood in the sidelines for so long and watched from the shadows as the golden girl grew day by day.

He drew in a silent breath and tried to calm his beating heart. The thrill of knowing how close he was to his target was intoxicating.

Harriet Potter intrigued him from the moment he had laid eyes on her.

She was tall for her age and rather lean. What caught his attention first was her hair; it was well known among purebloods that the length of a witch's hair was equal to her raw power. Harriet's hair was the longest he had seen for an 11 year old and he was sure that even if she tried to cut it, it would grow overnight.

If she was brought up in a pureblood household, he was certain that they would style it to appear shorter and prevent unwanted attention to the glorious shiny black strands that reached her mid-thighs.

Then came the eyes, he had never seen such jewel like ones. They were both stark and mesmerizing in a way he didn't expect.

Growing up with a rich family, he had always been fascinated by his mother's expensive stones. Harriet's eyes were the purest emeralds he had ever seen and he had seen plenty.

But what aroused his curiosity the most was the way she carried herself: she was looking like a frightened crup. She didn't have any decorum required from a witch of her status. Her face was an open book which was a deadly mistake in their world.

Over the years, He watched attentively as the frightened little girl grew up.

First, she snatched the title of the youngest seeker in a century. And he could admit that it was well deserved.

The moment Harriet Potter took in the sky, she became part of it; such gracefulness was breathtaking. Even though he didn't care about something plebeian like quidditch , he took the time to watch her became one with her broom and knock off the competition, no matter how much they tried to squash her.

Then came the end of the first year, and the golden girl started to sculpt her armor. She came victorious from her adventure and saved the wretched stone .

The second year was harsh on Harriet Potter. Being a parselmouth was a curse thanks to the Light's prejudice.

Due the Malfoy's stupidity, her obscure talent was made known. And thanks to Dumbeldore's inefficiency, all the attacks were blamed on the poor girl.

Cassius watched as she endured hexes and barbs day by day but she stayed proud and tall and by the end of the year she slayed the beast and emerged victorious.

He wondered if she knew the magnitude of what she did. Killing a basilisk after getting bit by it and staying alive; it was just impossible.

Her third year came with an awful companion. Dementors. Fudge was a brainless baboon so what ? The minister could surrender defendless kids with soul sucking nightmares and get applause for his ingenuity.

But once again the princess didn't need a knight in a shining armor to slay the beast, she did it herself.

It was just unheard of: learning the patronus charm at the tender age of 13 and fighting more than 100 dementors at once.

Sometimes Cassius pondered if there was a feat this girl couldn't achieve.

There was an unlimited amount of power radiating from her pores that made the other witches look like miserable wallflowers at a boisterous party.

But the thing that bothered him the most was that she was unaware of her worth, of her might, of her family's history.

She was always oblivious to the looks she was getting. Some were filled with lust, some with jealousy and the majority was filled with awe.

Awe at the power of the 5ft 9 slender, athletic brunette with the shining emerald eyes and the distinguished black mane .

Harriet Potter was unaware of her surroundings most of the time and it was a disaster for someone with her enemies .

And now as he looked into her green eyes he wondered for the millionth time:''What do you say to Harriet Potter in you first encounter?''

''I believe you.'' It was the safest bet if he considered the events of last night.

''You do?'' Her tone wasn't judgmental, it was as if she made peace with her predicament and didn't expect anything from anyone.

He knew she didn't mean to but she couldn't possibly compare his brains to those toothless lions ?!

Cassius smirked slightly at the obscene idea before saying:''Of course I do, just looking at your face when your name was called was enough to make me believe that you did not put your name in the goblet.''

He advanced slowly towards his target, his upbringing and the fear that she might bolt at any moment made him take the tiniest steps.

''Pleasure to make your acquaintance heiress Potter. I am heir Warrington but you may call me Cassius.''

The time for watching from the shadows had long passed. He had the princess in his lair and he wouldn't ruin this opportunity for anything.

Cassius took her delicate hand in his, and true to his ancestors' traditions, he greeted her the only way worthy of her status. He planted a soft kiss on her cold, slender fingers.