Chapter 12 Day 6 Part 1

*Warning: I'm basing this off of the time of the 1990's when therapists were not openly talked about. Also, we're going to get a lightly spiced scene.*

I woke up with a headache.

"Ow." I whined as I rolled out of bed and walked to my bathroom to take a shower.

The warm shower helped with my headache, and it helped the swelling in my cheeks. I was drying myself off when I got a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Ginny."

"I'm half naked."

The door opened and she slipped in.

"Why was George in here last night?"

I paused in my drying off.

"How do you know he was in here?" I asked her and started putting on clothes.

"I saw him come out." She answered promptly.

I sighed and put on my shirt before turning around to face her. Ginny had her back turned to me so I turned her around and walked into my bathroom to do my hair.

"He came in and asked me how I was doing." I answered.

"And?" She pushed.

"And he asked me if I had talked to someone about Cassius." I couldn't think of a lie fast enough.

"Oh…" She paused at that.

"And because he was the first person to ask, I broke down. I didn't fully realize that I needed to talk about it until he asked. And George was nice enough to stay with me until I was calm enough." I explained as I finished curling my hair.

"Do you feel better? Now that you've talked about it?" Ginny asked, her voice quiet.

I paused for a moment and felt guilt.

"I do. I'm still not okay, I'll probably cry a few more times when it's dug out of me." I gave my head a shake and watched as my curls bounced.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" Ginny asked.

"No," I turned to her and shook my head.

"Okay." She nodded.

"Have you talked to someone?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"Okay," I nodded and led Ginny to my chair at my desk.

"Sit." I told her.

"What are you doing?" She asked cautiously.

"I'm going to curl your hair, and you're going to talk to me about whatever you feel like you need to talk about." I told her.

I had pulled out a couple of hair clips that I had gotten from Charlotte and Narcissa. They helped me keep my hair out of my way when I was still learning, and Narcissa is still unsure of what to get me and noticed how often I curled my hair.

I started by gently brushing Ginny's hair out. When Charlotte had the girls helping each other out I hated how rough the older girls were with my hair.

Ginny stared into the mirror as I focused on clipping the top layer of her hair to start curling the bottom of her hair.

"Did you know that Ron and I used to be best friends?" She asked.

"I did not." I admitted.

"Well, I think we were best friends. He probably just saw me as an annoying little sister who wanted to follow him around. First it was Bill, then Charlie, then Percy, then Fred and George. It was just me and Ron for two years. So we did everything together. Chores, games, spending time with mum…

So when we met Harry and you at the station, I thought Ron was still going to be my best friend when I came to Hogwarts a year later. But… but he came home and all he would talk about was you, Hermione, and Harry Potter. I had a crush on Harry, I know everyone knows, and I was hopeful that the five of us would all be friends! But Ron wouldn't stop talking about how Harry wasn't answering his mail… And when I tried to talk to Ron about it, he would brush me off -" Ginny paused to take a breath. "- and then you came in and you were nice and I thought I would be in the group but then - then I found the diary and I couldn't remember when or where it came from and I wrote in it.

I wrote how scared I was to go to school. How I wanted to hate you for taking my best friend away but you were so nice and I couldn't help but like you because you tried to get to know me and you wanted to be my friend.

And I wrote how I couldn't form complete sentences around Harry because I liked him and the diary… the diary soaked up my words and it responded. It was my secret… And Ron was so wrapped up in your friend group and I didn't have a whole lot of friends to begin with. I just wrote and wrote and wrote in that diary."

She was starting to cry.

I pulled the box of tissues next to her and she grabbed one.

Still I didn't say anything. George was nice enough to do that for me, I can do that for her.

'She poured her heart out to it, that's how it was able to manipulate her.' I had to stop myself from looking over to where I had put the locket.

"And I didn't think twice about when I started blacking out. I thought I was just napping when those terrible things were happening. I didn't know it was the diary until it started to ask more about Harry and you. Something just felt wrong after that and I tried to throw it away, but it somehow got into Harry's hands. And I did steal it away, but the damage was done. I was too 'possessed' by it."

I patted her shoulders and started on the next layer of curls.

"I don't remember how I got to the chamber. I don't remember a whole lot after I took the diary back. I do remember fighting with something. He wanted you. He wanted me to get you but I refused… But I couldn't ignore the flashes of pain when I kept refusing. So I finally told you that Tom wanted to meet you. And he wasn't pleased that you kept away for so long, but I felt you go into the diary and that's how I knew you were trouble." She looked at me.

"I remember, he had shown Harry that Hagrid was the one who opened the Chamber. But we found out that night that it wasn't Hagrid, it was someone else. When I told the diary we knew the truth, he said he would hurt you. Of course, being thirteen I didn't know how he would but I didn't want to be the reason you were hurt. I didn't know he was already hurting you when I kept putting it off… I'm so sorry." I hugged her.

Her shoulders shook as she hugged me back.

"I didn't want you to be hurt, but you went into the diary!" She let out a chuckle.

"Right?" I laughed with her.

'I would give my life for you guys.' I thought to myself.

"And when I wasn't expelled, it was an amazing relief. But… but I still panicked when I woke up. Did I do something in the middle of the night? How was I sure I wasn't still possessed?" Ginny asked when she pulled away.

I went back to curling the rest of her hair, ignoring the growling of my stomach.

"Did you talk to a therapist?" I asked her.

Therapist's were taboo in the muggle world for some reason, but I thought that having someone to lean on was helpful.

"What's a therapist?" Ginny asked.

"That's a no," I made a note on a piece of parchment to talk to Hermione about introducing therapy to the wizarding world.

"What's a therapist?" Ginny asked again.

"Someone who you talk to about anything that's bothering you. They're not very popular in the muggle world, but Charlotte put me in therapy after the Gertrude thing." I explained to her.

"Did it help you?" Ginny asked, clearly wanting a break.

"I'm not sure, I had a block on my memory at the time. I don't really remember the therapy sessions because I didn't talk about Gertrude, I mostly talked about the other kids and what was going on with them so I didn't have a lot of therapy sessions." I told her as I finished curling her hair.

She stood up and did a slow spin, watching her curls flare out.

"Thank you." Ginny hugged me.

"Of course." I hugged her back.

"Let's go and eat. I know your stomach was growling." She poked me in the stomach with a laugh.

I playfully hit her hand away from me and we went down to eat breakfast.

George's P.O.V.

What Fred had suggested, it was sounding impossible.

"Here's what we're going to do… You're going to give her space."

"What do you mean, give her space?" I demanded.

"I mean, she's hurting from Cassius, she's in an unsafe area, she's had a terrible vision that she hasn't told anyone about from what I understand. She's hurting and we don't fully know if that's everything. If you give her space she'll be more willing to talk to you about what's going on. Remember, you've got to be her friend first and then we can work on getting you guys back together." Fred said.

"But -" I protested.

"George. Cassie is on guard. By throwing yourself at her you'll just push her into the arms of someone else. You want to give her time. She just needs time, George!" Fred kept talking.

I glared at him.

I wanted something now but I knew I wasn't going to get it now.

"Fine." I growled.

I watched as Cassie came down with Ginny.

Cassie had changed her hair to match Ginny's shade, but I still preferred that sunrise pink she wore for the first three years I had known her. They had curled their hair and it really brought out something in them.

Fred jabbed me in the side with his finger and I had to look away to not make it noticeable that I was staring.

'This is going to be harder than I thought.' I thought to myself.

Cassie's P.O.V.

After my moment with George, and with Ginny's moment with me. I wanted to take a moment and just not think about the worst of the world. Which was not very easy to do at first.

I had one more day left at Grimmauld Place and I was sad to be leaving.

"Cassie, what would you like to do tomorrow?" Sirius asked me.

"Why are you asking that?" Harry asked.

"It's my last day."

"What?!" Harry exclaimed.

"I only got a week. But don't worry, maybe I'll get to come again before or after your hearing. But I won't be able to just stay here. Voldemort is not going to want to be apart from me for too long. I'm surprised he let me stay for a week. I would have thought he'd grab me when I sent him my vision letter." I said between bites.

"What vision letter?" Hermione asked.

I froze.

"What vision letter? I don't know about a vision letter. What even is a vision letter?" I asked quickly, shoveling down food to not answer anymore questions.

"So you'll tell You-Know-Who your visions, but not us?" Ron asked dangerously.

I paused in my eating and thought about this question.

"What would you like to know about Ron?" I asked him.

His eyes grew wider.

"Do you want to know the score of the next Quidditch match? How about the homework answers for the next potion's essay? Or even a hint for History of Magic?" I asked.

"Uh - well, yes." Ron nodded tentatively.

"I don't have those visions." I answered.

He sputtered.

"Now, you mean to tell me, that you're going to stomp out of here mad that I won't tell you those things? Right?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well yeah, I'm going to be mad, I'm going to stomp." Ron nodded.

"Is that what Voldemort is going to do?"

Everyone flinched.

"Voldemort is just going to stomp away from me?" I looked around the table. "He's just going to be mad?"

Ron started to look uncomfortable.

"Has he…?" Fred wasn't sure how to ask that question.

"Well, let's just say that I'm not going to find out, so yes, I am going to tell Voldemort my visions that pertain to him!"

Ron flinched and looked away from me.

"Cassie -" Hermione started.

"Don't. Hermione. Don't. It's been threatened already. I don't about you guys, but I do not want to be tortured because I'm withholding visions that may or may not be useful to the Dark Lord."

I put my silverware down and got up and started to walk out of the, now, quiet kitchen.

I paused at the door and turned around.

"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but none of you know what I go through over there, and none of you know what I'm going through here. So instead of trying to tell me what I should do about these powers I didn't ask for, shut up and mind your business."

I felt terrible for how I spoke to them, but it was so frustrating when they tried to offer advice on how to handle situations like they've been in those situations.

They don't know about all my secret missions and it's frustrating because I want to tell them, but it's not the right time and things need to happen in a specific order for me to reveal what's going on.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around.

Ginny had followed me.

"What?" I asked.

She blinked and held up my plate of half-eaten food.

"I'm sorry." I sighed and rubbed the center of my forehead.

"Hey, don't be. They don't know what they're talking about, but they care about you and that's why they worry." Ginny said as we walked up the stairs to my room.

"I know, but they don't know what I'm going through. I will be tortured if I don't tell Voldemort about the visions that can help him. Also, because I know what Voldemort knows, I can tell them what he knows." I rolled my eyes as I closed my bedroom door behind her.

"Would you though?" Ginny asked when we sat on my bed.

"Of course! I'm already going to get in trouble for telling someone my vision, I can't get into too much trouble in telling more people the same vision. Right?"

We looked at each other as we started to eat again.

"Is that risk you want to take?" Ginny asked.

I ate a couple more bits from my plate.

"I don't think I have a choice, you know?"

She nodded in agreement.

While everyone was cleaning the drawing room, I was in the one Kreacher had cleaned for me. The one I had complimented that if the right people visited would look amazing.

And it does! There was no dust anywhere, the sheets were removed to reveal beautiful black leather couches with mahogany end tables. I was more focused on how to brighten up the room than on my pink cloud in front of me.

The door opened and I looked over to see Remus.

"There you are." He smiled and entered the drawing room.

"Hey." I greeted him.

"How are you doing?" He asked, sitting down in a matching black leather armchair.

"I'm okay. Not really looking forward to leaving though." I admitted.

"Yeah, I heard about breakfast." He nodded.

I sighed and sat up.

"Look, pops -"

"Pops?" Remus interrupted me.

"Well, if Sirius is dad, I'm pretty sure I don't want to call you dada, or daddy. So we'll figure out what to call you." I explained.

Remus had a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Anyways, of the people who are here all the time, they don't understand what my power means exactly. They don't know. It's not like I'm trying to flaunt my powers." I forced myself to slow down.

I didn't want to confess to him that I've been tortured for not having an answer before coming here. But it was getting pretty close to me saying it.

"Cassie, they're only worried." Remus tried to assure me.

"I understand, Remus. I really do. But I don't want them to say 'oh but Cassie, that isn't how you should use your power!' I want them to say 'Well, you're the only Seer we know so you know best!' And I know I don't know best, Remus. But I don't have any other 'True Seers' I could go and ask for advice because my grandmother, Kassandra, is dieing for an excuse to get custody of me and I will not go to her." I stood up and started to pace and I talked.

Remus nodded, looking thoughtful.

"The point is, no one here knows what to do about my situation. And they don't understand the pressure I'm under right now. Hermione is worried about revealing too much of the future. Ron's worried about my safety at the Manor. Harry's just a ball of anger with no outlet." - I paused - "Ginny may be the only person who has an idea of what's going on because of the diary incident from her first year."

"The point, pa, that I'm trying to make -" he smiled at the 'pa' - is that I don't want to be told what to do with my power. I just want them to accept it." I sighed.

Remus nodded slowly.

"I remember your mom, she would have these moments as well. She'd want to tell us what was going on but wouldn't because of the Seer Laws. But… she was never in a position where she had to tell someone because her life depended on it. You are in a unique situation because you are unique. And you're right, as much as it kills me to admit.

"You're right that you are under pressure that we don't understand. You're right that we should just accept that you know what's best for your powers. However, you are still fifteen and we care and love you. We just want you safe and we know you aren't safe over there."

I nodded.

I knew everyone cared about me, but it was still nice to hear it.

"Are you acting out because you're leaving?" Remus suddenly asked.

I paused.

"I don't know. Maybe?" I admitted.

"Come here." He stood up and held his arms out.

I stepped into them and sighed when he wrapped them around me.

"I don't know what you're going through, and I'm sorry there isn't more that I can do for you. But your dad and I are here for you. I know you think you can't tell us everything, but you can." He said into my hair.

'No, because the minute I tell you what's going on you'll do everything in your power to get me out of there.' I thought to myself.

"Thank you, pa." I mumbled into his jacket.

Remus left and was kind enough to tell me that he would put a sign on the door that says 'do not disturb'.

So I stared into my pink cloud in hopes that I could crank out another vision before leaving, but it was just not happening. For some reason. Ron and I haven't spent much time together either so I haven't had to catch myself from saying something in response.

I was conflicted on wanting to go out and socialize with everyone, but I didn't want to have another fight about my Seer powers. I wanted to talk about literally anything else.

Like who the next prefects were going to be. If Quidditch was going to be on this year. Who is the next potential D.A.D.A. teacher, what are they going to be like? That kind of stuff. But I just wasn't sure if I'd manage to keep the subjects on those things…

"Cassie." I turned around to see George wearing only his Quidditch pants.

"George." I stared at his bare chest, admiring the freckles he had.

"You're so beautiful."

I looked down and was surprised to see that I was wearing a lacy set of red underwear.

I didn't get to think much about it though. George's feet were in my line of vision and I took my time in admiring how the Quidditch pants hugged his legs, and showcased how 'excited' he was as well. When I finally met his eyes, he was smiling knowingly.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, reaching his hands to cradle my waist.

"Yes." I whispered back.

His tongue was exactly as I remembered it feeling like when we had our make out sessions. His hands were rubbing my bare skin and I was shivering from the feeling.

I was also letting out some noises I hadn't heard myself make before.

"Cassie." He whispered to me.

I had a strange feeling in my stomach when he started to kiss my neck and down my collarbone.

One of his hands started to trail up my back under my bra, his other one traced my hip forward -

I sat up into my pink cloud, causing it to break into different pieces.

"Oh no," I shook my head.

"Was that a vision? Or was that a dream?" I stood up and started to pace.

"Do I want that to be a vision?"

"Do I want that to be a dream?"

"Do I want it?"

I paused and stared at my journal.

"I mean… it doesn't hurt to be safe? Right?" I asked.

I forced myself to write it, blushing the whole while and I knew my hair was pink after I shoved it into my journal.

"I need some water." I fanned myself with my hand as I put my journal and smoke away and onto my necklace.

I opened the door and let out a squeak.

"Lucky me, I was about to knock and let you know that lunch is ready." George smiled down at me.

"Thank you." I squeaked out and shoved past him.

"Woah, are you okay?" George asked, turning and following me.

"Yeah, I'm great." I said, holding my head up high.

"Uh-huh, so what embarrassed you?"

I turned around to look at him.

"Your hair and your face are really pink, so you had some sort of embarrassing thing happen." He pointed to my hair and then to my cheek.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to look into his brown eyes.

"I had a vision, or a dream, I don't know which yet, and it was a private moment between two people and I wasn't expecting to See it." I admitted.

His eyes widened and his lips soon followed into a mischievous grin..

My face turned hotter and I'm pretty sure my hair turned a brighter pink than it already was.

"Please stop asking me about it." I turned around and walked into a bathroom to splash some water on my face.

He let out a laugh and walked away to the kitchen.

"Thank you." I whispered to myself and splashed some water on my hot face.

'I thought I was over him… but he's been super nice to me since I got here…'

I patted my face dry and walked down the hall into the kitchen.

Only Fred gave me a raised eyebrow at my hair, but only because I know George told him with their weird twin telepathy thing.

"How goes the vision quest, Cassie?" Ginny asked when I sat next to her and Harry.

"Boring. I'm not getting anything." I answered while I put some sandwiches on my plate with some fruit.

George and Fred snickered from across the table.

"Shut it you two." I pointed my sandwich at them before taking a bite.

Harry looked at me.

"Okay fine, I'm not getting anything relevant." I rolled my eyes.

Fred let out a snort while George had to look away from me.

"Oh my God!" I whined.

"What was it?" Ginny asked curiously.

I put my sandwich down and my face into my hands.

I mumbled what I saw.

"We couldn't hear that." Ron said from Fred's other side.

"I saw a private moment!" I said loudly.

"If you didn't want to say it, you could have just said so." Hermione sighed.

"No, 'Mione. I saw two people who were having a priiiivate moment." I emphasized, looking right at her.

She started to blush, "oh."

George and Fred erupted into laughter as Molly walked in.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"Nothing." Everyone answered in unison.

She paused, placing her hands on her hips and looking at each of us.

When no one cracked she hmphed and moved to the stove to bring over the stew for lunch.

"Thank you for lunch, Molly." I told her.

"Yes, thank you." Was chorused after.

But she knew. Molly looked at me and I looked right into her brown eyes and stared.

I was willing to start trying for a proper relationship if she was.

"You're welcome." She nodded to me.

"So, are you just going to hang out in that drawing room for the rest of the day today and tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"I'm afraid so, I can't risk any cleaning potions to mess with my head this close to going back. I need a clear head for when I get back." I sighed.

"It's not fair." He said angrily into his stew.

"I know." I agreed.

Ginny had opted to hang out with me again, using the excuse that I was leaving soon and shouldn't be alone.

But we were too busy talking about the upcoming year.

"Is there anyone who you are interested in?" I asked her.

"Not at the moment. I haven't seen anyone and with everything going on here I haven't really thought about it." She answered.

We were laying on the floor, looking into my pink cloud above our head.

Only, we weren't lying next to each other. Our heads were next to each other, but our feet were on opposite sides of the room. I don't even remember how we got into the position.

"How about you?" She asked cautiously.

"I'm not sure… I'm not sure how long I should wait until it's okay to move on… And the one person who I would really like to talk about Cassius with is Harry, because he was there when it happened. But - he was there and it's not fair at all to talk to him about it." I answered.

"Why?"

"Because it's one thing for me to lose my boyfriend, it's an entirely different thing when my best friend watched my boyfriend die."

"Right." Ginny responded sheepishly.

"I'm sorry if that came off rude."

"It wasn't rude, I just didn't think about it that way." She patted my head.

Instead of patting the top of it though, she patted my face. Causing us to burst into giggles.

"You know who may know? One of your dad's, if not both." She said after we stopped giggling.

"How awkward though? 'Hey pa, hey dad, my boyfriend was killed and I'm not sure when it's okay to move on. Can you tell me?' " I shivered from the thought.

"Don't they know?" Ginny sat up.

"Sirius might, but I don't think Remus does." I stayed laying down.

"Fair enough, I don't think I would tell my parents about my first boyfriend." Ginny said above me

"I would wait for a couple of boyfriends. But you're right. If anyone knows how to help, it'll be those two. Remus did lose Sirius and that must've been heartbreaking." I sat up as well, causing my pink cloud to float higher above my head.

"Are you going to ask him?" Ginny asked.

"I may as well, I don't think I'm getting another vision this week." I answered as I stood up.

"Can I come with you?" Ginny asked as I helped her up.

"Sure. Any excuse to get out cleaning, right?" I winked at her.

She nodded with a big grin on her face.

I put my cloud back in its bottle and walked out of the room into the kitchen.

Remus and Sirius were sitting at the kitchen table, they were holding hands and discussing something but stopped talking when we entered.

"Hello Cassie." Remus greeted me.

"Hey pa." I sat down next to Sirius and Ginny sat next to Remus.

Sirius was at the head of the table so it was going to make this a little bit easier to see both of them.

"What's up, Treasure?" Sirius asked.

"I have a question, and it's going to be pretty heavy." I warned them.

"We're here for you." Remus nodded to me.

"Okay. Um, dad, do you remember when Harry was telling us and Dumbledore about the graveyard? He mentioned someone named -"

"Cassius. I remember that. You reacted differently during his mentioning." Sirius nodded.

"Well, Cassius and I were together. He was my boyfriend." I paused.

Sirius's grip on Remus's hand tightened, but Remus kept staring at me.

"And Voldemort killed Cassius." Remus said, looking over at Sirius.

"Yes." I nodded.

"I didn't realize you were seeing him." Sirius said quietly.

"I didn't tell you and we were both worried about Harry to really talk about it at the time."

The tears were starting to form, but I didn't fight them. It's better to cry in the comfort and safety here, than over at Malfoy Manor.

"How serious was it?" Remus asked me, keeping his voice quiet.

"We went to the Yule Ball together. And during -" my voice cracked and I had to take a minute - "during the second task I was his person he had to go looking for."

"Okay, what can we do?" Remus asked.

"You've - you've been through it. You've lost someone who you loved very dearly and I was wondering -" the tears started to fall and Ginny got up to get me a box of tissues - "when does it stop hurting so much?"

"Oh honey." Remus reached out for my hand.

I put my hand in his.

"It doesn't stop hurting." Sirius answered me quietly.

I let out a sob.

"It gets manageable." Remus gave Sirius a look.

"When?" I asked, wiping my tears with a tissue.

"Well, it's different for everyone ." Remus looked at me.

"For me, I'm still sad about losing all our friends. Even when Peter betrayed us. He was our friend and I miss our friendship. But when we lost Karen, and then James and Lily… And then I lost Sirius and Peter. I was devastated, Cassie. I didn't want to do anything but lay in my bed and cry." Remus didn't look at Sirius, but I saw.

I saw the way Sirius looked at Remus.

"When I lost Karen, well - she didn't tell anyone about you. Honestly. She told me, 'it didn't work, I don't think it will work with me.' But she didn't know that Wormtail was James and Lily's Secret-Keeper. So if she had a vision of them being betrayed, she probably wanted to spare you that pain because she would assume it was me.

But then she died, and I didn't know about you, and we all cried together. Then Wormtail -" Sirius choked up - "then he betrayed our friends and I was so angry and I didn't give myself a chance to mourn until after I was in Azkaban and that's an entirely different story." Sirius pulled himself a tissue.

Ginny quietly left the room to give us our moment.

"He… he was going to betray me to the Dark Lord. He kind of did? He's the reason Voldemort knows I'm a Seer." I admitted to them.

They both inhaled sharply.

"I didn't tell him! No, there's a book - or was a book - in the library at school, and he found out about the Zwart line that way. And I don't know when he told the Dark Lord or whatever - of course I'm mad about it. Being a Seer is my secret and I can't seem to keep it to myself." I gritted my teeth.

I was angry.

"I hate that he was interested in me because I could be useful, but I'm also sad that he's gone, and I miss him." I finally told my dad's.

Remus was nodding, while Sirius just looked a mixture of emotions.

"I can tell you this, it gets easier to manage. You're going to be mad and sad and happy and all of the feelings. And it's normal, when it's over only you'll be able to tell. We can't tell you that it'll be a week or even a month from now. But you will one day be able to not think about what happened to you and you'll be able to move past it." Remus said, his voice choking up.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

I was angry at Cassius. I was angry that he managed to convince me that he wanted me for me and not for my Seer powers. I was angry that I had so many happy memories of him and this was it.

No happy ending.

I have not personally gone through a loss like this. I'm going with what I would react with and how. So if it seems fake I do apologize, I'm trying my best.

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