Chapter One: Nightmares

"Cassie, run!" came her brother's voice from

the living room. Cassie hid under the stairs in the

cupboard.

"Stand back, boy," said a deep and menacing

voice. There was a blast of red light, which she could

see even from her hiding place.

"Greg!" Cassie said in a whisper. A single tear ran

down her cheek. Then there were two

piercing screams,

and a blinding stream of green light.

"No!" Cassie sat up in her bed, her

long

brown hair hanging limp over her face. The room was

dark, and her owl, Sunny, was hooting like mad. Her

door creaked open; a small blonde head poked in.

"Cassie? Are you all right?" the owner of the head

asked as she walked over to Cassie's bedside. She put

her hand on Cassie's leg.

"Yes. I'm fine." She turned to the girl.

"Virginia! What are you doing out of bed?"

"Well, you're the one who shouted!"

Virginia said defensively. "Are you really all right?"

Cassie sighed. She had just had a dream - a

memory - about something horrible. How could she be

'really all right'? "Yes, I am. Where are mum and

dad?"

"They went out, and Greg went along.

Kyle is sleeping."

"And you should be too!" Cassie said,

getting out of bed. She grabbed Virginia's hand and

dragged her back to her own room. "Now stay in here.

You're gonna get it if mum finds out you were awake."

I'm gonna get it, she amended in her own mind. After

all, it was Cassie who was supposed to be in charge

here. "Just get back in bed." Virginia crawled under

the covers. Cassie tucked her in and walked back to

her room. She turned on the light, then went to

inspect the calendar on the wall next to her bed.

Her room was filled with all sorts of wizarding

things. She had posters of a different Quidditch team

in each corner of her room, a poster of The Weird

Sisters hanging over her bed, and moving

pictures of her and her family all over her walls. Her

barn owl Sunny was sleeping soundly again. A Nimbus

2000 racing broom was leaning on her desk chair, blue

robes with moons and stars on them were scattered

everywhere. But Cassie went unerringly for her

calendar and flipped the it to

September first.

It was marked in red marker; "Term begins at

Underwater University of Magic." She smiled with

satisfaction when she saw it. Only a week left now,

she kept telling herself. She turned off the purple

lamp and crawled back into bed. It took her what

seemed like hours to get back to sleep, but when she

finally did, it seemed only minutes before her mother

came in to wake her.

Cassie climbed out of bed reluctantly, and walked

sheepishly downstairs in her blue dressing gown. When

she

arrived at the breakfast table her brothers Greg and

Kyle were already eating. But, oddly enough, Virginia

wasn't there. She must still have been asleep. Her

father was engrossed in the muggle newspaper, and her

mother was reading the Daily Prophet. There were

on in the center of the table. Cassie sat

down and helped herself to some pancakes and orange

juice. "Morning," she greeted everyone with a yawn.

No one looked up. No one even seemed to notice her

presence except her older brother Greg, who simply

mumbled. Greg had brown hair and grey eyes, he was

well built and had a mellow voice. He kept shoveling

pancakes into his mouth. Cassie's mother looked up at

him in disgust. "Slow down dear, or you're going to

choke," she chided him. Ignoring her completely, he

continued to gulp down his meal.

"We're going to go get your school supplies

today," her father said without looking up. Mr. Small

was a tall black-haired man, who had a deep voice. He

had gentle grey eyes, the same color as Greg's.

Cassie looked up with a very pleased smile on her

face. "We are!? I'll go get cleaned up then." With new

energy she hopped up from the table and ran toward the

stairs.

Mr. Small called after her, "No, no, you're going to

be watching Kyle and Virginia."

Cassie was upstairs by now. "Yeah, fine" she called

down. "As long as they don't nag and ask me to buy

them something, when I'm looking for books and new

robes."

"No, Cassie, I mean you're staying here!" Mr. Small

yelled back. Cassie, shocked, came running back down

the stairs. Her long hair was in a very messy

ponytail, as though she had been in the middle of

putting it up when she had stopped.

"What do you mean I'm not going? You said we're going

to go get my supplies for Underwater University. And,

and I need to get new robes!"

"I already bought you some, dear and all the potion

vials, and all the quills and parchments you'll need."

Mrs. Small said from behind the Daily Prophet, "All we

need to do is get your books." Mrs. Small was a tall,

brown haired woman with green eyes, a pale complexion,

and a pleasant sweet voice.

"Yeah, well, I still want to come along, mum! They're

going to be mine, after all!" Cassie said in protest.

"Oh, right, mum, can I come with? I need to get some

new potion vials." Greg, attracted by the

conversation, had finally looked up from his now empty

plate.

Mrs. Small smiled at him, "Of course dear."

Cassie's jaw dropped, "Okay, so you let the human

garbage disposal go with

you and not me?! Are you mad?"

Mr. Small looked up from his paper. "Don't talk to

your mother like that," he reprimanded her. "Gregory

is older than you are, he can handle more. When

you're his age, you can come too."

"But Dad, I've never been to any parts of the

wizarding world. We've always lived in cities and

towns packed with nothing but muggles. I want to go, I

want to see! Please?"

"No and that's final!" Mr. Small said with a stern

voice. "Now go upstairs and wake up your sister."

Cassie walked up stairs without enthusiasm, shouting

into her sister's room as she passed, "Get up,

Virginia! Dad says."

Then she walked across the hall to her own room and

sat down on her bed. Sunny was still asleep on his

perch, and the pictures of her family were all waving

and smiling at her, as though to lighten her mood.

She picked up her wand from the dresser next to her

bed. It was 11 inches, made of maple, and with a

unicorn hair at its center. If the hair was still

there. She was beginning to doubt that. The wand was

all beaten up; it had chinks in it. It

wasn't new and

shiny like Greg's wand had been when he started at

university. Cassie sighed, hoping that her mother

would change her mind, that she'd come up to her room

and say, 'Cassie you want to go with us? Get ready,

then.'

Sunny had just woken up, he hooted at her softly.

Cassie turned to him. "An old beat up wand. Yeah,

that's what I really wanted. My mum's old wand." Sunny

hooted again in reply. "I wish it were all nice and

smooth. Like Greg's." With a sigh, she stood up and

put the wand back on the dresser. And now she had to

spend the day with the children, pretending everything

was all right.

Later that night, Mr. and Mrs. Small went out again.

"They always go out! They're never home!" Cassie said,

knocking a lamp over in her frustration.

"Come on now Cass, they're just busy people, that's

all," Greg said mildly, picking the lamp back up

again. At least this time he'd stayed home to watch

Kyle and Virginia. But still, he wasn't here to watch

her! Couldn't he just let her be miserable in peace?

She scoffed and ran to her room where she flopped down

on her bed. It's no fair!, she thought. Why do they

always let themselves go out! It's rare that I even

leave this house!

Cassie rolled over on her bed; Sunny was

hooting and flying around his cage, and the stars

outside shone brightly against their navy blue

background. Cassie got up and let Sunny out. He flew

out the window and into the night. There came a soft

knocking on her bedroom door; followed by her

brother's voice, "Cass, come on now. You're being

silly. Mum and Dad have a right to go out-"

"Yeah well I have a right too," Cassie

interjected, "but you don't see me going! You go out

with them all the time!" Cassie interjected, "It's not

fair!" Cassie put her face in her pillow; she didn't

want to hear her brother's infuriatingly reasonable

words anymore. She had had enough; she hated how the

adults got to go out and she had to stay home. It

wasn't as though she wasn't practically an adult

herself. She'd be starting University in a few weeks,

for heaven's sake!

"Well, Cassie, I'm sorry, but it's just not allowed.

So this 'right' you're complaining about, it's not

really there." Greg said carefully, trying not to

sound harsh, trying not to sound as though he was

closing doors to her.

"Thanks Greg, that helps a lot!" Cassie said, her

voice and tears muffled by the pillow.

Greg grinned sympathetically and walked out of

Cassie's room. "Glad to serve."

Cassie didn't sleep that night; instead she lay awake

until her parents came home. When they finally did,

it was about two in the morning. When she heard

their

footsteps on the stairs outside, Cassie quietly

walked

into the hallway and over to the stairs. As she

listened, the front door opened, and she could

hear the

sound of her father's hushed voice echoing throughout

the entrance hall, along with the muted sobs of her

mother.

"Don't worry, Abby dear, she'll be safe." She could

hear her father saying.

"Oh, Daniel I, I don't want her to get hurt, that's

all. How can that be wrong?" Her words were broken by

her sobs. Fascinated, certain they were speaking

about her, Cassie inched closer to the stairway.

"She won't, I promise." A strange mellow voice

floated up from the bottom of the stairs; Cassie had

never heard this one before. She was certain she

would have remembered.

"I swear, Alan, if anything and I mean anything - "

"Abby. Don't worry. You have the promise of the DADWL

second class, if I may be so bold as to remind

you.

Listen, just relax. I'll see you tomorrow night.

Goodnight."

"Goodnight," both of her parents answered in unison.

They headed for the stairs; Cassie, suddenly realizing

where she was and what she was doing, ran for it. She

was in her bed, eyes closed, but the time her bedroom

door creaked open and her mother and father popped

their heads in.

"Don't worry about her, Abby. Come on, let her sleep."

Her father held her mother's shoulders firmly and

steered her back to the hall.

"I just hope you're right," Cassie heard her mother

answer as they went to look in on the others. Then

there came a soft hooting noise. Sunny had returned

from his nightly flight. She opened the window so he

could return to his cage. Then she lay back in bed,

thinking about her parents and what the mysterious

stranger - the DADWL, he'd called himself - had said

only a few minutes before.

Chapter Two: First Freedom

"I'm going to Underwater University today!" Cassie

yelled, right before she tripped down the last few

steps and hit her head on the mirror at the bottom.

Even this did not quell her enthusiasm, and she stood

up and took a bow like a successful gymnast. "I'm

okay!" she said to her staring parents, and walked

over to the breakfast table. It was September first;

Cassie had been ready to leave since five o'clock, and

at last it was nine and everyone was awake. Mr. Small,

recovered from his fright, had returned to reading the

paper. Mrs. Small was still staring blankly into

space toward where Cassie had fallen, Kyle and

Virginia were fighting over the last piece of bacon , and Greg

had 3 eggs on his plate alone with 4 pieces of toast.

Cassie was wearing her school robes and had her hair

in a tight ponytail. She was almost afraid to eat -

what if she dropped something on her beautiful robes?!

"So, when are we leaving?" she asked eagerly. No one

answered. "Hello?" she repeated. "I said, when are we

leaving?"

"At ten thirty." Mr. Small said with a quiet

sigh. "Are you

all packed?"

"Yes! I've been packed for a week now!" Cassie said,

flopping down into a chair. Maybe she really wouldn't

have anything. She was too nervous to eat anyhow.

"It says we go to Dock three and five eighths. That's

odd."

Greg gave a small laugh, distracted from his food as

he almost never was. Cassie looked over at him.

"Compared to Platform 9 and three quarters?!?" He set

down his fork and looked up. "Isn't everything a

little 'odd' in the wizarding world? Compared to the

muggle world, I mean."

"I suppose you're right." She shrugged and looked

over at Kyle and Virginia. Kyle had syrup on his face

and Virginia had butter in her hair. Cassie gave a

small laugh. "You guys look like pancakes yourselves!

Mum?" she asked, turning her attention to the

quietest member of the family. "Are you okay?"

Mrs. Small blinked and finally looked at Cassie.

"Good morning dear," she said, as if she had just

noticed that Cassie was here.

At 10:30, Mr. and Mrs. Small left the house. Cassie

had been sitting in the car for fifteen minutes

already, nearly jumping on the seat in her excitement

to get going. What would happen if she started the

car herself, she wondered idly. She'd probably crash.

Greg, Kyle and Virginia appeared in the door way to

see her off as her parents got in the front seat.

"Have fun Cassie!" Virginia said, and Kyle repeated

the same thing. Greg just waved. They were off; off

to Dock three and five eighths. Cassie restrained

herself from laughing wildly; that would not help her

cause.

When they finally arrived at the docks, Cassie checked

her letter again. 'Dock three and five eighths.' She

walked around not sure what to do. There weren't walls

like there were in the London train station, and it

wasn't at all obvious where you could get through the

barrier - if there was one. Her parents weren't sure

either.

"It has to be around here somewhere," Mr. Small said.

They stood about half-way in between docks 3 and 4.

Cassie looked around, wondering if something would

happen. There were a lot of people around, fisherman,

sailors, and others. But none that looked even close

to being wizardly. Cassie's stomach did flips and

turns. She had no idea if they were in the right

place. What if we missed it?, she worried. What if the boat already came, and she was stuck waiting for

next year? Then she spotted a boy just about her own

age, or a little older, with dirty blond hair who was

carrying a large trunk and wearing robes, wizard

robes. Cassie sighed, relieved to find someone who

looked like he knew what he was doing.

He was walking calmly toward the ocean as Cassie

watched, not sure what he was about to do. It looked

as though he was just about to take a swim, robes,

trunk and all. Then magically boards of wood appeared

below his feet, plank by plank as he continued his

even walk. Cassie's jaw dropped, and she hastened to

follow him. But then she realized the boards

disappeared behind him as quickly as they appeared

before him, just as each of his feet left it. He

reached a red plank and stopped, about fifteen feet

off the shore. He took out his wand and tapped it in

mid-air without saying a word, then stepped out onto

the water as Cassie stared, horrified. Surely he

would drown! But no, he stood there momentarily

suspended then proceeded to descend slowly down into

the ocean with no apparent water protection.

Cassie looked back at her parents. Mr. Small's mouth

was hanging open, but Mrs. Small just stood there

looking calm as ever. Maybe a little pale. She looked

down at Cassie. "Go on, dear," she said. "Have fun,

and send us a letter every week! Bye, now." Mr. Small

stepped forward to hug Cassie, and after a moment her

mother followed suit.

"Bye," she replied back, returning the

hug. She walked forward, hoping this would work for

her as it had for the boy. She walked onto the dock,

and saw to her relief that indeed it was there, and

continued to be there as she walked. She was careful

not to look back. There she was at the red plank. As

the boy had done, Cassie gripped her wand in her

trembling hand and tapped it, and took one last look

at the above ground as she stepped out onto the water.

Cassie swallowed hard; she then realized that the

water stayed away from her, as though she were in a

bubble. Her weight dragged the bubble down, until it

closed over her head, and the water closed over it.

She turned and gave one last wave at her parents. The

bubble floated slowly making its way down though the

sea into its depths. On the way, Cassie saw marvelous

sea life, fish swimming by in schools and a great

white shark that stopped only for a second to look

Cassie in the eye before moving onward. Finally after

what seemed like hours, an enormous underwater school

came into sight. "Wow Sunny, look at that," she

breathed. Sunny, awakened by his unexpected

surroundings, had awakened with a start and was now

hooting and flying around his cage. They sank further,

and she could see the castle, the Quidditch field and

some other buildings that she couldn't quite make out.

The bubble made its way down to the entrance of the

underwater grounds. The university had a dome-like

roof that stretched over the whole place. It was

bewitched to look like the sky, the sun rising and

setting just as it would above the water. It seemed to

provide light in the deep dark depths of the sea. The

water was kept magically out as if by invisible walls.

The bubble floated through a tunnel which led into the

bigger balloon that would be her home. It popped;

Cassie dragged her trunk forward and walked into the

Grand Hall. Delicious smells were coming out of one

of the main rooms off of the Hall. That had better be

lunch!, she thought. She'd never managed to swallow a

bite of breakfast. Someone else would deal with her

trunk; she had to eat! She set all her things down.

"I'll see you later Sunny," she said and walked off,

stomach churning with excitement.

Outside the door, though, she paused. This was what

she'd been so nervous and so excited about. She took

a deep breath, clutched her necklace for strength, and

pushed the door open.

Inside were more people than she'd ever seen in one

place before. They were scattered around the room, at

little round tables, bigger long ones, booths, or just

sitting on the windowsills. And the food..! It

looked wonderful, and her fears momentarily forgotten,

she walked up to the nearest table. It was one of the

rectangular ones, it was covered with food, and it was

occupied. A tall boy with dirty-blond hair - was it

the same boy she'd seen at the dock? - sat with his

back almost exactly to her before an empty plate,

lounging in his chair with one leg stretched out under

the table and the other knee pushed up against the

table's top. Around him sat two girls and a boy. All

were apparently involved in an animated conversation.

"Well, everything just stops. As far as I knew, one

second I was looking for that fancy bit of shiny paper

my sister gave me, and the next I was in St. Mungo's a

hundred years later being hovered over by all kinds of

crazy people," the blond boy was saying as Cassie

approached.

"Adam!" one of the girls whispered, seeing Cassie for

the first time. "New kid!"

The knee came crashing down off the table, and the

boy stood up and turned. "Hello, there, New Kid.

Care to join us?"

"Hi, my name is Cassie Jane!" she told him. "But my

friends call me Cassie. Can I sit here? Or is this

seat saved?"

"Go right ahead, there's plenty of room. I'm Adam,

by the way," he caught her eye focusing on the badge

pinned inconspicuously on his somewhat

battered-looking green robes. "And I'm a prefect,

yes, but don't worry about that. I'm not in it to get

people into trouble. May I introduce Driana, Lisbet,

and Cavenleigh." Each of the three smiled at Cassie

as their name was mentioned. Driana was the girl

who'd noticed Cassie first; she had curly brown hair

down almost to her waist, and couldn't have been more

than five feet tall! Lisbet was a bored-looking

redhead, thin as she could be and still standing, and

Cavenleigh's wide blue eyes looked friendly, but very

shy.

Cassie smiled. "Well I'm Cassie Jane, like I said

before. But you can just call me Cassie! My other

friends do." She hesitated before continuing, "Well,

at least they would if I had any friends." She sighed.

"You see, I never made any real friends. The people in

the town where I lived thought my family was a little

odd. All the parents forbid their kids to play with me

or even talk to me." Cassie's eyes grew heavy. She

looked down at the table, her long hair gently falling

over her face. Then she looked back up and said,

"Well, that was then, this is now!" With that

thought, she smiled a little.

"Exactly," Driana told her. "And 'now', you ought to

have some lunch or your 'later' is going to be awfully

hungry. Go on, stop staring at it and start eating

some of it!"

Cassie served herself something that looked like

squash, and Adam continued the conversation. "Lived

with the Muggles, did you?" he said sympathetically.

"Well, don't worry, no one's going to be scared of you

here. Unless, of course, you're scary." He grinned.

"Well, I...." Cassie stopped talking and laughed

uneasily. Her eyes wandered around the dining hall.

Then she looked back at other dishes on the table,

grabbed a random serving spoon and put something on

her plate. She sighed, sad and depressed. She wanted

to go home. She'd just arrived and now she wanted to

leave. No, that wasn't what she wanted to do. She

marshaled her strength and looked up from her plate

with a forced half smile.

"Hey, I didn't mean anything by it," Adam told her.

"Sorry if it came out wrong."

"Yeah, don't worry about him," Lisbet put in, her

first word in the conversation. "He never learned to

think before he speaks."

"Oh, no! It didn't come out wrong." Cassie paused,

taking a bite of pizza-flavored potato. She took her

time chewing and swallowing before trying to explain,

"It's just that...no, never mind." She couldn't do

it. She sighed and returned to eating.

Lisbet checked her watch as she spoke; her eyes

widened. "Oh," she said, looking at the dining hall's

clock for confirmation. "It's nearly one thirty I've got

class!"

"Muggle Studies with Professor Franke?" Driana asked in excitement. "I

didn't know you were taking that! Here, I'll walk

with you - and I heard Professor Franke's a genius!

Bye, guys! Bye, Cassie!" And the two girls

disappeared.

"Got a one-thirty?" Adam asked.

"Uh, no, actually."

"Right then, but I've got a two o'clock, charms

tutorial, so I'll be heading out in not too much

longer." Cavenleigh had disappeared somehow without

either of them noticing. Adam caught her craning her

neck to look for him. "Don't worry about Cavenleigh,

he does that sometimes. He'll be back. Takes him a

while to get used to folks."

"Right..." he went on uncomfortably, clearly

searching for something to take the flavor of the

previous conversation, the one that had upset her so,

out of their minds. "Well then, what house are you

in?"

"Sorry I can't tell you about that ..." Cassie had

started at the same moment, but stopped and tried to

switch gears. "Well, I'm in Iocose house, how 'bout

you?" She waited for a second and before he could

answer switched back to the old topic. "I wish I

could tell you but I can't." There was a sad look on

her face. "Let's just say I'm not who you think I am."

"So you're not actually Cassie, but another girl by

the same name?" Adam asked with a grin. "Since I never

met the other Cassie, I guess I can't mind too much.

Oh, and I'm a Iocose, too."

Cassie grinned. "Cool, we're in the same house. Well,

you're kind of right." Cassie took another bite of her

food.

"Right, listen, I know you want to talk about this,

or want to not talk about this, but talk about it, or

whatever, but could we put it away for a bit?" He

smiled apologetically. "It's nearly two, and I really

must run."

"Of course," Cassie mumbled, disappointed. Her

confession, no matter how much she wanted to make it,

just never would come out. Then she realized

something. "Wait, it's two?!? But then I've got to

get to History of Magic!"

"With Professor Geo? That's right on the third floor second classroom on your left. Have your

equipment - notepaper, quills..?"

"Um. yeah ." she said, searching her pockets for the

items.

"Right, then," and he set off at a good speed out of

the room and down a hall. "Come on, don't want to be

late on the first day!"

By the time they were at the History room, she'd

given up on finding anything to write with, and Adam

lent her some 'foolscap', as he put it, from his own

supply.