CASSIE POTTER
Prologue : A New Generation

It all seems like a flash back looking at these pictures, and it's been years since I've ever thought about how much Cassandra "Cassie" has grown up. I still refer to her as my little baby, though she's not a baby anymore. She's off to Hogwarts, where I'll be teaching along side my old Professors. Harry has been sent under-cover around the world seeking information about what might be going on with You-Know-Who's followers.

I smile thoughtfully and hug Cassie's baby blanket to my chest and breath in the musty smell of being in the attic for so long. Soon we'll be departing our small apartment in Northern London and head to King's Cross Station, where Cassie's own legacy will follow her fathers and my own. My, being Hermione Granger's.

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Cassandra Potter could only glance over her baby pictures and think about what it would have been like in the hospital, where eager members of the Wizarding World were waiting to see what Harry Potter, infamous under-cover agent for the Wizarding Council and defender of the White Side, and Hermione Granger's child would look like. She glanced at the antique mirror that hung on the east wall of the attic and smiled at her reflection. Her brown hair was bushy and unruly - a mix of her father and mother's traits. Though her eyes were a stunning resemblence to Harry's own emerald green orbs.

Harry had always kept his daughter away from the spotlight, and she had gotten to know Dana and Diana, Ginny Creevy and Colin Creevy's twin daughters. Unfortunately , Ron also married Lavender Brown and had a son named Fredrick, whom Cassie despised with a pure vengence. "Honey, did you pack your trunk?" Hermione asked Cassandra as she got up from the wooden attic floor to glance at her daughter.

"Yes, mom." Cassandra replied quietly. Her mom didn't know, but Cassie wished that Hermione would stay at home and not teach at Hogwarts. 'If she does anything embarassing, I'm hitching the first train out of Hogsmeade.'

"Why so dull? You're going to have a wonderful year at Hogwarts!" Hermione chimed and bent down to pull something out of her pocket. It was a beautiful golden locket, but it was empty. Except for her initials CVP, the locket was bare. "Your father and I decided it would be best for you to decide what was to be in the locket. After all, it is your memories." She hung the locket around Cassandra's thin neck and looked her up and down. "Now come, on let's go and get dressed. We'll be leaving in an hour- or whenever Harry comes home."Hermione bent down and gave her a hug.

"Mom. I'm going to be late." Cassie grunted, obviously out of breath.

"Oh, sorry." Hermione apologized and watched Cassie's black hair fly behind her as she descended the staircase. Sighing she closed her own Hogwarts trunk with the initials HG engraved in gold.

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"Do you have your wand?" Hermione asked as she shoved the trunk into the backseat of the Ministry of Magic van she would drive to the Weasley's house in order to pick up Arthur Weasley's grandchildren. Hermione fidgeted and searched the dashboards for the keys.

"Yes mom." Cassie replied exasperatedly. She knew her mother well enough to know that she was panicking to find the keys. "They're in the ignition mom."

"Oh yes." Hermione said turning scarlet. "Thank you dear. By the way, have you got your owl? She'll be lonesome if-" Hermione glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the golden cage in the backseat next to her daughter. "I'm sorry, Cassie. I'm just really eager about your first year at Hogwarts and I'm going back to teach."

"What are you teaching mum?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts. The job's been cursed forever, but I suppose I have a better chance than anyone at Hogwarts." Hermione said with her voice filled with confidence and trust in herself.

"You're not going to embarass me are you?"

"Cassandra Alexis Potter! I have never put you down before. Why would I start now?" Hermione asked shocked that Cassandra could ever ask something like that.

"I don't know..." Cassie's voice trailed off and there was a lock in her throat preventing her from saying anything more about the whole mom-is-teaching-at-hogwarts thought. The rest of the journey towards the Weasley's quiant little house , The Burrow, was quiet.

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