Chapter 4
A New Year, A New trouble
Harry, Ron, hermione, and Cassandra found a compartment close to the front and sat down.
"Hermione...what about your cousin you were talking about?" Asked Ron.
"Her name is Kathern, I expected she'd come to the Burrow until school started again, but she sent me a letter and said she couldn't come until today." Hermione explained, pulling a book out of her bag. Hermione was engulfed in her book, while Harry, Ron, and Cassandra talked about Quidditch. All seemed well, until Hermione got to an important part in the book, and Cassandra, Harry, and Ron were talking about the Quidditch World Cup, when the door slid open. Hermione looked up, and groaned. "What do you want?" She asked. "Nothing, Mudblood, just a new year check-up on the schools' favorite trio." Someone said, everyone-but Cassandra, of course- recognized this cold, arrogant, voice. It was Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, excuse me," Draco continued, "the favorite four...who are you?" He asked, seeing Cassandra. Cassandra stood up, she was easily taller than him, "Cassandra Greene, and who are you?"
"Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you. I advise you not to hang out with these filthy people, or you'll become part of the favored school trio." He paused, "unless of course, you get sorted into Slytherin. You might, you have the proud stature, long thin hands..well of course that has nothing to do with Slytherin, that's just what I like."
"Hands off Malfoy." Harry said, standing up in a burst of anger.
"Why?" Malfoy began, "she's not yours yet, and even if she is, if she gets into Slytherin, she won't be yours for long."
"She won't get sorted into Slytherin."
"What makes you so sure, Potter? Were you 100% positive you'd get into goody-two shoe Gryffindor?" Harry blushed a little, and looked at Cassandra, surprised that she wasn't talking back.
"Actually Harry, it's more likely I get sorted into Slytherin than Gryffindor." Cassandra piped up.
"Ha!" Malfoy said, "Even she wants to go into Slytherin, and she's your girlfriend I presume."
"What?" Harry, hermione, and Ron said at once.
"Hermione, you saw that night. The whole room practically glowed green and red." Harry remembered that night, he always did. It was stored away in his memory, and would be forever. "The orb." Harry whispered.
"Sorry, what was that Potter?" Malfoy asked. Cassandra grabbed her small bag from underneath the seat and opened a large side pocket. She pulled out her emerald orb, and showed it to Draco.
"What does this have to do with anything?" He asked. Cassandra looked at Harry, and he pulled the necklace out from underneath his shirt. He held his orb in one hand and grabbed Cassandra's waist with the other. He pulled her into a kiss and during every second, the orb's glow became stronger and stronger. Malfoy, and Ron were bewildered, and one by one people began crowding around the compartment to see what was happening. There were a few gasps heard, some from people who knew what the orbs were, and some from people who were jealous. They pulled away from each other and the orbs' glow slowly faded.
"What was that?" A small first year asked.
"Nothing to be seen here, go a-way." Ron said, shooing them off.
"What the hell was that?" Malfoy asked eagerly. Hermione explained the whole story, and about the night at the burrow.
"So, you're saying, Potter's the heir of Gryffindor, and Greene is the heir of Slytherin?" He laughed, "That's impossible. We were well informed three years ago that Lord Voldemort was the heir of Salazar Slytherin. Unless-" This was a surprising look for Malfoy, he was actually thinking hard, fitting all the pieces together. "Unless what Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Shutup Weasley, I'm thinking. She does...resemble him in a way..."
"Resemble who?" Cassandra asked, eager to know who she resembled.
"Lord Voldemort of course. That's the only possible way you could have any connection to being the heir of Slytherin."
"Lord Voldemort did something to my heart, years ago, that is not forgiveable, there is no possible way I am related to him."
"What did he do? Violate you?" Malfoy snickered.
"You'll pay for that Malfoy." Harry said, taking his wand out of his pocket.
"Harry stop." Cassandra said, putting his wand down. "No one knows about my story, it's all about you. It's always been about you."
"What's she talking about?" Whispered Ron to Hermione. "Just watch." Cassandra took off her robes and slowly pulled up her sleeve to reveal the jagged lightning bolt on her left arm.
"I get it. It's all about Potter, because no one knows about your scar. Voldemort probably went to your house first, then zoomed to Potter's, with the strength he had left. Potter's defeat of the most powerful wizard in the world, wasn't as wonderful as everyone thought. BEHOLD EVERYONE! THE GIRL WHO LIVED!" Malfoy said.
Tons of people, varying from the plump witch who pushes the candy trolly, to Pansy Parkinson, the girl version of Draco malfoy crowded around the compartment.
"What is he talking about?" People asked. Draco walked over to Cassandra and pulled her sleeve up. "Holy shit!" one seventh year said, that was the most anyone said. No one else could say anything. Draco smirked, quite proud of himself for figuring it all out, and grabbed Cassandra's hand. "You will be in Slytherin, Cassandra." He softly kissed her hand and walked back to his own compartment.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Ron said holding his stomach. Cassandra wasn't listening, instead she studied Malfoy's proud stride, "charming." She said in a hushed whisper. "what?" Harry asked. Cassandra shook her head, "nothing."
"How come you never told us!?" Ron exclaimed to harry, and Cassandra.
"Slipped my mind, it's not something I talk about in civilized conversations." She told Ron, her mind still racing with images of Malfoy's boyish smirk, cold gray eyes, and his proud stature. They all sat down, and for the rest of the train ride, sat silent.
A New Year, A New trouble
Harry, Ron, hermione, and Cassandra found a compartment close to the front and sat down.
"Hermione...what about your cousin you were talking about?" Asked Ron.
"Her name is Kathern, I expected she'd come to the Burrow until school started again, but she sent me a letter and said she couldn't come until today." Hermione explained, pulling a book out of her bag. Hermione was engulfed in her book, while Harry, Ron, and Cassandra talked about Quidditch. All seemed well, until Hermione got to an important part in the book, and Cassandra, Harry, and Ron were talking about the Quidditch World Cup, when the door slid open. Hermione looked up, and groaned. "What do you want?" She asked. "Nothing, Mudblood, just a new year check-up on the schools' favorite trio." Someone said, everyone-but Cassandra, of course- recognized this cold, arrogant, voice. It was Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, excuse me," Draco continued, "the favorite four...who are you?" He asked, seeing Cassandra. Cassandra stood up, she was easily taller than him, "Cassandra Greene, and who are you?"
"Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you. I advise you not to hang out with these filthy people, or you'll become part of the favored school trio." He paused, "unless of course, you get sorted into Slytherin. You might, you have the proud stature, long thin hands..well of course that has nothing to do with Slytherin, that's just what I like."
"Hands off Malfoy." Harry said, standing up in a burst of anger.
"Why?" Malfoy began, "she's not yours yet, and even if she is, if she gets into Slytherin, she won't be yours for long."
"She won't get sorted into Slytherin."
"What makes you so sure, Potter? Were you 100% positive you'd get into goody-two shoe Gryffindor?" Harry blushed a little, and looked at Cassandra, surprised that she wasn't talking back.
"Actually Harry, it's more likely I get sorted into Slytherin than Gryffindor." Cassandra piped up.
"Ha!" Malfoy said, "Even she wants to go into Slytherin, and she's your girlfriend I presume."
"What?" Harry, hermione, and Ron said at once.
"Hermione, you saw that night. The whole room practically glowed green and red." Harry remembered that night, he always did. It was stored away in his memory, and would be forever. "The orb." Harry whispered.
"Sorry, what was that Potter?" Malfoy asked. Cassandra grabbed her small bag from underneath the seat and opened a large side pocket. She pulled out her emerald orb, and showed it to Draco.
"What does this have to do with anything?" He asked. Cassandra looked at Harry, and he pulled the necklace out from underneath his shirt. He held his orb in one hand and grabbed Cassandra's waist with the other. He pulled her into a kiss and during every second, the orb's glow became stronger and stronger. Malfoy, and Ron were bewildered, and one by one people began crowding around the compartment to see what was happening. There were a few gasps heard, some from people who knew what the orbs were, and some from people who were jealous. They pulled away from each other and the orbs' glow slowly faded.
"What was that?" A small first year asked.
"Nothing to be seen here, go a-way." Ron said, shooing them off.
"What the hell was that?" Malfoy asked eagerly. Hermione explained the whole story, and about the night at the burrow.
"So, you're saying, Potter's the heir of Gryffindor, and Greene is the heir of Slytherin?" He laughed, "That's impossible. We were well informed three years ago that Lord Voldemort was the heir of Salazar Slytherin. Unless-" This was a surprising look for Malfoy, he was actually thinking hard, fitting all the pieces together. "Unless what Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Shutup Weasley, I'm thinking. She does...resemble him in a way..."
"Resemble who?" Cassandra asked, eager to know who she resembled.
"Lord Voldemort of course. That's the only possible way you could have any connection to being the heir of Slytherin."
"Lord Voldemort did something to my heart, years ago, that is not forgiveable, there is no possible way I am related to him."
"What did he do? Violate you?" Malfoy snickered.
"You'll pay for that Malfoy." Harry said, taking his wand out of his pocket.
"Harry stop." Cassandra said, putting his wand down. "No one knows about my story, it's all about you. It's always been about you."
"What's she talking about?" Whispered Ron to Hermione. "Just watch." Cassandra took off her robes and slowly pulled up her sleeve to reveal the jagged lightning bolt on her left arm.
"I get it. It's all about Potter, because no one knows about your scar. Voldemort probably went to your house first, then zoomed to Potter's, with the strength he had left. Potter's defeat of the most powerful wizard in the world, wasn't as wonderful as everyone thought. BEHOLD EVERYONE! THE GIRL WHO LIVED!" Malfoy said.
Tons of people, varying from the plump witch who pushes the candy trolly, to Pansy Parkinson, the girl version of Draco malfoy crowded around the compartment.
"What is he talking about?" People asked. Draco walked over to Cassandra and pulled her sleeve up. "Holy shit!" one seventh year said, that was the most anyone said. No one else could say anything. Draco smirked, quite proud of himself for figuring it all out, and grabbed Cassandra's hand. "You will be in Slytherin, Cassandra." He softly kissed her hand and walked back to his own compartment.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Ron said holding his stomach. Cassandra wasn't listening, instead she studied Malfoy's proud stride, "charming." She said in a hushed whisper. "what?" Harry asked. Cassandra shook her head, "nothing."
"How come you never told us!?" Ron exclaimed to harry, and Cassandra.
"Slipped my mind, it's not something I talk about in civilized conversations." She told Ron, her mind still racing with images of Malfoy's boyish smirk, cold gray eyes, and his proud stature. They all sat down, and for the rest of the train ride, sat silent.