Chapter Three

Living with a Death Eater

Cassandra waited for her twin's answer. Cassandra found it sad that her brother loathed Professor Snape. Cassandra thought Snape was nice and cool. She was excellent in potions because of Professor Snape's help.

Harry sighed, "I'll come live with you and Snape."

"Yes!!! Thank you Harry!" she hugged her brother happily

"Um, so, when should I come?"

"Tonight! Oh you have to, you have to, you have to! I've already put your room together and every thing! Your so gona love your room! There's an extra room for an owl if ya have one and you have your own bathroom, and it's really cool! And you can choose what colour you want the walls to be and you can-" Cassandra aborted her talking when Harry placed a hand over her mouth. Harry noticed right now his sister was a hyperactive chatterbox that had no end to stopping her self.

"Before I come I have to get my possessions and tell the Drusley that I'm leaving possibly forever." Harry looked at Cassandra's watch; "It's late so I don't think it'll be a good idea to get my trunk now. Maybe you should come to my house tomorrow and explain everything to the Drusley?" Harry pronounced. Harry noticed than he was talking to his twin like he was the older one. Maybe he was? He would have to ask.

"Not to worry my dear brother!" she pulled a letter from her pocket, "I already have it all written down and Professor Snape has already received all of your things and Professor Dumbledor already knows where you're staying so your Hogwarts letter well be sent to my house!" Cassandra placed the letter back into her robe pocket, "All we have left to do is drop this in the letter box and we can set home!"

"O-okay then. I guess we should head off to my old home?"

"Yep!" Cassandra pulled out her wand, "Just one moment." with a flick of her wand, she changed from her dark green robes to some punk-like pants with a huge black belt with a chain and a black tank-top and a too big for her, green over shirt. Any muggle would of thought she was a punk.

"Cass, aren't you underage? You know your not allowed o use magic during holiday." Harry retorted after realizing this discovery.

"Yes, yes, I know but, I can use magic right now even though it's summer vacation, and I'm not quite yet fully registered at Hogwarts, I can get by with using magic with out the Ministry of Magic swooping down on me!"

Harry yet again noticed something about her; Cassandra had a very strong American accent.

"So, my twin, lead me to our Aunt and Uncle's house!"

When Cassandra and Harry Potter arrived to Number four, Privet Drive, Cassandra dropped the letter in the letterbox. And dust of her hands as if a job well done.

"C'mon Harry, follow me!" Cassandra and Lita lead Harry to a dark ally way scrambling through mazes of rubbish cans and boxes. Cassandra lead Harry over a chain link fence and Lita helped finds ways over some of the bigger piles of rubbish they crossed.

When Harry was positive he smelled bad enough to make dogs run away in disgust, Cass stopped at a brick wall where a bunch of boxes were stacked in a makeshift stair case. Lita already started to bound up them hastily with grace. When Cassandra started to climb them she wobbled to and fro. Clearly she was the clumsily type. Harry clumsily climbed them too. When Harry reached the top, Professor was waiting there in his usual black robes and his greasy hair framing his pale face.

"Hello Professor! We're back!" Cassandra called hugging the potions teacher. To Harry's surprise, he hugged back.

"Hello Cassandra." Snape then picked up Lita and scratched her between the ears, which she replied with a long purr. "Cassandra, you should show your brother to his room while I make dinner." With that, Snape left with a swish of his robes.

"I'm surprised he didn't call me 'Potter'." Harry said more to him self than his sister.

"I've been trying to get him to say 'Harry', but he's called you 'Potter' since your first year so it would be kind of strange to change from calling you 'Potter' to 'Harry'." Cassandra replied to Harry's out loud thought as they mounted the stairs to the bedrooms.

As the brother and sister reached the first landing a flash of ink black feathers and a flash of blue-black colour fur passed with screeching and meowing noises accompanying the seen. Cassandra, followed by Harry, chased the blobs of black into a dungeon like room filed with glass jars and bottles of potions and ingredients. Cassandra stood on an upturned cauldron to reach an inky owl, which Cassandra was calling "Onyx!" To get it down.

"Onyx! Come down," The owl started to come, "Good girl! C'mon!" Onyx came onto Cassandra's arm. Onyx had a black coller that was studded with spikes. The owl seemed to have some of her feathers sticking up on purpose to look like she had spiky hair. Cassandra led Harry to her room holding Onyx on her arm.

"So, what was that all about?" Harry asked as Cassandra placed Onyx on her stand.

" Onyx and Isis, my cat, don't really like each other."

"Oh. What's Snape cooking for dinner? Can he cook?"

"Pizza, and yes he can cook. I guess that's what comes with being a exceptional potion brewer."

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Life at Snape's house was better than Harry would ever thought it would be. Professor Snape was not as mean to Harry as usual. Harry really could have gotten used to this life.