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The Last Of The Marauders chapter 1 Pain and Lost Love
Cassandra Devoir, a beautiful 36 year old, sat in Albus Dumbledore's office, holding her knees to her chest, sobbing. "Are you sure? Isn't it possible that he is still alive?" she choked. "I'm afraid not Cassandra. Sirius died from a curse porduced by his cousin Bellatrix. Once through the veil, even if he was alive I'm terribly sorry, Sirius was a great man." "I know sir,
I know! But why did he have to die?! It wasn't his fault, nothing was hs fault! It was that traitor Pettigrew!" she sobbed. Dumbledore felt so sympathetic for the woman sitting before him. He remembered the days that the girl, Sirius and James were dragged up to his office by Proffessor McGongall for somethng else that they had done. "I know that it is hard Cassandra, but please, now you are needed more than ever here. Who will look after Harry? I'm sure that as much of a shelter that it is for him, he won't stay with the Dursleys much longer. Somebody has to protect him Cassandra, he can't stay with the Weasleys forever. So what do you say?" asked Dumbledore. Cassandra nodded. "Of course. I can't just leave him alone in the world. But what of Remus. Is he well? Is he even alive anymore?" she asked, fresh tears streaming down her face. She had caused so much destruction in her life. "Remus is alive and well. He is staying at the Burrow at the moment with Arthur and Molly Weasley as well as their seven children. You are welcome to stay there as well. They have offered you a place to stay with open arms." replied Dumbledore. A bit of hope went through Cassandra. "Are you sure that I am welcome there? I have never even met any of the Weasleys." said Cassandra, the hope dying. "Of course they are sure! Now, go and retrieve your belongings. The Weasleys will be waiting for you here when you return." Cassandra nodded. She left his office and walked down the empty hallways of the Hogwarts castle. flashbacks of times when they had flipped Snape over in the hallways, and when she peared into the Great Hall,
she remembered Jack Stower, and what he had done. "Well, well, well. Cassandra Devoir. You are looking young as ever." said a cold voice behind her. Cassandra turned slowly, she knew who the voice belonged to and she really didn't want to face him. "Hello Snape. You're looking ugly as ever." she replied. "Oh, but are you not glad that Lucious performed this curse on you it keeps you looking as slutty as ever." he said viciously. "Snivellus, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm not in the mood for any of your remarks. Right now, I'm not feeling so great, so get off of my case." "Aw. You just found out about your precious Black. How sad. He died an honorale death, you should be proud." he sneered. "Get away from me Snivellus." And before he could reply, she stormed off down the hallway. She left Hogwarts and went down into Hogsmeade, she walked past Zonko's, she remembered when they had nearly bought out the lot of the store. She kept walking and went past the Three Broomsticks. She remembered on the night after their graduaton, she, the boys and Lily had snuck out and James and Sirius got drunk off of firewhisky. Lily scolded James for hours the next day, although he almost put a silencing charm on her because he had a hangover. Cassandra hadn't bothered lecturing Sirius, since the next year, when she was graduating, they came to visit and she was the one who had to be carted back to the castle. She past the shreiking shack and stopped dead in her tracks. The tears flooded again as she remembered all the time they had spent in their during their school days. Once she was far enough away from all the spells and enchantments that provented dissapparation, she dissappeared, reappearng at her apartment in Manhattan, New York. Everyday for the past five years, she had gone to work in an artists' hut in Soho. She could simply conjure certain foods, and the muggles never noticed when she slipped through the walls in the subway nto the wizarding community of the north eastern United States. She went to her bedroom and packed all of her belongings in the trunk that she had owned since she was 11. She had put an enlargement charm on it, so that way, she could fit more things into it. Lastly,
she took her prized photos out of the secret compartment in her desk. They were her wizarding photographs. Most of them were of her and Sirius or her and Lily. There were quite a few of all the boys and herself. She only owned two photos that had all of her friends in it. One of the day of their graduation, and one at Lily and James's wedding. She also had a picture of her holdng a baby Harry. He had no scar on his head. The photo was taken but a week before what had happened. She gingerly placed the last photo down and closed the trunk. She locked the front door, then, holding her trunk, disapparated.
She reapparated at the edge of the Hogsmeade grounds. "Locomotor trunk" she said and her trunk hovered. As she walked, it followed her back through Hogsmeade and up into the Hogwarts grounds. She climbed the steps up to Dumbledore's office. "Pepper imp." she muttered. The stairs sprang to life and she climbed those steps as well. Dumbledore was waiting for her there, as well as a tall balding red ahired man with horn-rimmed glasses and a stout little woman with equally red hair. She assumed that they were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, since she had never met them before. "Oh, she is so young! Are you sure this is Cassandra Devoir?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Yes, I'm Cassandra. My looks are courtesy of dark magic and Lucious Malfoy."
she said. They nodded. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying with you? I don't want to impose..." said Cassandra wearily.
"Oh, of course we don't mind! Why would we ever think that?" asked Mr. Weasley. Cassandra managed a weak smile. "Shall we go then?" suggested Mrs. Weasley. Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, I believe you should. Cassandra still needs to pick up Harry." Cassandra nodded as well. "Ok then. So, we'll be off. Goodbye." she said, staring at Dumbledore. "Farewell Cassandra, take care." The two Weasleys and Cassandra went down the same route Cassandra had taken just hours ago. "Oh, dear, you will be staying in the extra bedroom we built. We moved Mr. Lupin up to Fred and George's room." said Mrs. weasley as they walked. Cassandra didn't have the heart to tell Mrs. Weasley that she had slept in the same room as Remus on several occasions, so she just nodded. "When you disapparte, thnk of 'the Burrow' told Mr. Weasley, as they reached the edge of the grounds. He then dissappeared. Mrs. weasley went next, but not before saying, "Remember dear, the Burrow." she too, disapparted. Cassandra took a deep breathe, she found it harder to do when she didn't know what the place looked like. "The Burrow." she thought. There was a loud crack, and she and her trunk dissappeared. They reappeared at a house, which looked a little mismatched, but large all the same. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting outside of the door. "Welcome to our home. I realize it isn't very much, but it's the best we can manage." said Mrs. Wesley. "This house is wonderful ma'am.It actually looks like a family lives here. The house I grew up n, well, mostly anyway, looked as f it was empty, waiting to be bought. My foster parents weren't the most decent people. In fact, they were friends with Sirius's lovely family." said Cassandra gloomily. Mrs. Weasley smiled sympathetically, "Well, dear, you are welcome here for as long as you need." "Thank you ma'am,
but I think I'll go to my home in Godric's Hollow when I can, I don't mean to be a burden." "Don't be rediculous! We love having you here! Now, this is your room!." said Mrs. Weasley brightly. She had opened a wooden door, revealing a small bedroom with a bed and dresser. There was room for her trunk and the cage she had for her elf owl, Digby, who was delivering a message to her boss, who was a wizard, telling him that she was in England until further notice. "If you don't mind, our children would like to meet you." said Mr. Weasley. "Of course I don't mind! I should know who everyone is if I'm to live here!" Mr. Weasley beckobecone towrds the door and a group of children with red hair crowded in. She saw a pair of twins and two tall, gangly boys. She also spotted one girl. "Um hello." she said awkawardly. They all waved. "I'm Ginny." said the girl. "I'm Fred." said a stout but, muscular boy, one of the twins. "I'm George." said the other one. "I'm Ron." said the youngest looking gangly boy. He was several inches taller than her already. "I'm Charlie." said another stout looking boy, though he too was quite muscular. "And I'm Bill." said the other tall boy. "Our brother Percy isn't here." said Ron. Cassandra nodded. "It's nice to meet you all. I'm Cassandra. But please just call me Cas, unless somebody is in danger or I'm in trouble." she said brightly. "Oh, what about me? Do I have to call you Cas as well?" asked a man's voice from behind the crowd of children. They parted and she saw an aged looking Remus standing there, a smirk on his face. She grinned, this time, a real one. She jumped up from her bed which she was sittng on, and hugged him. He hugged her in return. "S'good to see you Grim." he said. "You too." she replied. "How are you?" he asked. "What do you think?" she asked. "I'm sorry Grim. But just remember, you aren't alone anymore." he said, holding her at arms length. She nodded. "Is she your girlfriend or something Remus, because that just doesn't seem right. She looks like she's our age..." said George confusedly. She backed away from Remus imediately. "I'm not 18 George. I'm 36."she said, looking at her face in the mirror that was placed on the dresser. Her face and body hadn't aged a day over 18. "During the first war, a certain Lucious Malfoy hit me with a dark curse and it froze me in time, in a mannar of speaking. I haven't gotten any older since my 18th birthday. Remus isn't my boyfriend either.
He never was and he never will be. No offense Remus." she added, "Sirius was my fiance, but that doesn't make much of a difference now, does it?" George, who was about to say something, fell silent. "Are you related to Harry?" asked Ron. "Sort of." replied Cassandra, "I'm his godmother."
The Last Of The Marauders chapter 1 Pain and Lost Love
Cassandra Devoir, a beautiful 36 year old, sat in Albus Dumbledore's office, holding her knees to her chest, sobbing. "Are you sure? Isn't it possible that he is still alive?" she choked. "I'm afraid not Cassandra. Sirius died from a curse porduced by his cousin Bellatrix. Once through the veil, even if he was alive I'm terribly sorry, Sirius was a great man." "I know sir,
I know! But why did he have to die?! It wasn't his fault, nothing was hs fault! It was that traitor Pettigrew!" she sobbed. Dumbledore felt so sympathetic for the woman sitting before him. He remembered the days that the girl, Sirius and James were dragged up to his office by Proffessor McGongall for somethng else that they had done. "I know that it is hard Cassandra, but please, now you are needed more than ever here. Who will look after Harry? I'm sure that as much of a shelter that it is for him, he won't stay with the Dursleys much longer. Somebody has to protect him Cassandra, he can't stay with the Weasleys forever. So what do you say?" asked Dumbledore. Cassandra nodded. "Of course. I can't just leave him alone in the world. But what of Remus. Is he well? Is he even alive anymore?" she asked, fresh tears streaming down her face. She had caused so much destruction in her life. "Remus is alive and well. He is staying at the Burrow at the moment with Arthur and Molly Weasley as well as their seven children. You are welcome to stay there as well. They have offered you a place to stay with open arms." replied Dumbledore. A bit of hope went through Cassandra. "Are you sure that I am welcome there? I have never even met any of the Weasleys." said Cassandra, the hope dying. "Of course they are sure! Now, go and retrieve your belongings. The Weasleys will be waiting for you here when you return." Cassandra nodded. She left his office and walked down the empty hallways of the Hogwarts castle. flashbacks of times when they had flipped Snape over in the hallways, and when she peared into the Great Hall,
she remembered Jack Stower, and what he had done. "Well, well, well. Cassandra Devoir. You are looking young as ever." said a cold voice behind her. Cassandra turned slowly, she knew who the voice belonged to and she really didn't want to face him. "Hello Snape. You're looking ugly as ever." she replied. "Oh, but are you not glad that Lucious performed this curse on you it keeps you looking as slutty as ever." he said viciously. "Snivellus, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm not in the mood for any of your remarks. Right now, I'm not feeling so great, so get off of my case." "Aw. You just found out about your precious Black. How sad. He died an honorale death, you should be proud." he sneered. "Get away from me Snivellus." And before he could reply, she stormed off down the hallway. She left Hogwarts and went down into Hogsmeade, she walked past Zonko's, she remembered when they had nearly bought out the lot of the store. She kept walking and went past the Three Broomsticks. She remembered on the night after their graduaton, she, the boys and Lily had snuck out and James and Sirius got drunk off of firewhisky. Lily scolded James for hours the next day, although he almost put a silencing charm on her because he had a hangover. Cassandra hadn't bothered lecturing Sirius, since the next year, when she was graduating, they came to visit and she was the one who had to be carted back to the castle. She past the shreiking shack and stopped dead in her tracks. The tears flooded again as she remembered all the time they had spent in their during their school days. Once she was far enough away from all the spells and enchantments that provented dissapparation, she dissappeared, reappearng at her apartment in Manhattan, New York. Everyday for the past five years, she had gone to work in an artists' hut in Soho. She could simply conjure certain foods, and the muggles never noticed when she slipped through the walls in the subway nto the wizarding community of the north eastern United States. She went to her bedroom and packed all of her belongings in the trunk that she had owned since she was 11. She had put an enlargement charm on it, so that way, she could fit more things into it. Lastly,
she took her prized photos out of the secret compartment in her desk. They were her wizarding photographs. Most of them were of her and Sirius or her and Lily. There were quite a few of all the boys and herself. She only owned two photos that had all of her friends in it. One of the day of their graduation, and one at Lily and James's wedding. She also had a picture of her holdng a baby Harry. He had no scar on his head. The photo was taken but a week before what had happened. She gingerly placed the last photo down and closed the trunk. She locked the front door, then, holding her trunk, disapparated.
She reapparated at the edge of the Hogsmeade grounds. "Locomotor trunk" she said and her trunk hovered. As she walked, it followed her back through Hogsmeade and up into the Hogwarts grounds. She climbed the steps up to Dumbledore's office. "Pepper imp." she muttered. The stairs sprang to life and she climbed those steps as well. Dumbledore was waiting for her there, as well as a tall balding red ahired man with horn-rimmed glasses and a stout little woman with equally red hair. She assumed that they were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, since she had never met them before. "Oh, she is so young! Are you sure this is Cassandra Devoir?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Yes, I'm Cassandra. My looks are courtesy of dark magic and Lucious Malfoy."
she said. They nodded. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying with you? I don't want to impose..." said Cassandra wearily.
"Oh, of course we don't mind! Why would we ever think that?" asked Mr. Weasley. Cassandra managed a weak smile. "Shall we go then?" suggested Mrs. Weasley. Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, I believe you should. Cassandra still needs to pick up Harry." Cassandra nodded as well. "Ok then. So, we'll be off. Goodbye." she said, staring at Dumbledore. "Farewell Cassandra, take care." The two Weasleys and Cassandra went down the same route Cassandra had taken just hours ago. "Oh, dear, you will be staying in the extra bedroom we built. We moved Mr. Lupin up to Fred and George's room." said Mrs. weasley as they walked. Cassandra didn't have the heart to tell Mrs. Weasley that she had slept in the same room as Remus on several occasions, so she just nodded. "When you disapparte, thnk of 'the Burrow' told Mr. Weasley, as they reached the edge of the grounds. He then dissappeared. Mrs. weasley went next, but not before saying, "Remember dear, the Burrow." she too, disapparted. Cassandra took a deep breathe, she found it harder to do when she didn't know what the place looked like. "The Burrow." she thought. There was a loud crack, and she and her trunk dissappeared. They reappeared at a house, which looked a little mismatched, but large all the same. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting outside of the door. "Welcome to our home. I realize it isn't very much, but it's the best we can manage." said Mrs. Wesley. "This house is wonderful ma'am.It actually looks like a family lives here. The house I grew up n, well, mostly anyway, looked as f it was empty, waiting to be bought. My foster parents weren't the most decent people. In fact, they were friends with Sirius's lovely family." said Cassandra gloomily. Mrs. Weasley smiled sympathetically, "Well, dear, you are welcome here for as long as you need." "Thank you ma'am,
but I think I'll go to my home in Godric's Hollow when I can, I don't mean to be a burden." "Don't be rediculous! We love having you here! Now, this is your room!." said Mrs. Weasley brightly. She had opened a wooden door, revealing a small bedroom with a bed and dresser. There was room for her trunk and the cage she had for her elf owl, Digby, who was delivering a message to her boss, who was a wizard, telling him that she was in England until further notice. "If you don't mind, our children would like to meet you." said Mr. Weasley. "Of course I don't mind! I should know who everyone is if I'm to live here!" Mr. Weasley beckobecone towrds the door and a group of children with red hair crowded in. She saw a pair of twins and two tall, gangly boys. She also spotted one girl. "Um hello." she said awkawardly. They all waved. "I'm Ginny." said the girl. "I'm Fred." said a stout but, muscular boy, one of the twins. "I'm George." said the other one. "I'm Ron." said the youngest looking gangly boy. He was several inches taller than her already. "I'm Charlie." said another stout looking boy, though he too was quite muscular. "And I'm Bill." said the other tall boy. "Our brother Percy isn't here." said Ron. Cassandra nodded. "It's nice to meet you all. I'm Cassandra. But please just call me Cas, unless somebody is in danger or I'm in trouble." she said brightly. "Oh, what about me? Do I have to call you Cas as well?" asked a man's voice from behind the crowd of children. They parted and she saw an aged looking Remus standing there, a smirk on his face. She grinned, this time, a real one. She jumped up from her bed which she was sittng on, and hugged him. He hugged her in return. "S'good to see you Grim." he said. "You too." she replied. "How are you?" he asked. "What do you think?" she asked. "I'm sorry Grim. But just remember, you aren't alone anymore." he said, holding her at arms length. She nodded. "Is she your girlfriend or something Remus, because that just doesn't seem right. She looks like she's our age..." said George confusedly. She backed away from Remus imediately. "I'm not 18 George. I'm 36."she said, looking at her face in the mirror that was placed on the dresser. Her face and body hadn't aged a day over 18. "During the first war, a certain Lucious Malfoy hit me with a dark curse and it froze me in time, in a mannar of speaking. I haven't gotten any older since my 18th birthday. Remus isn't my boyfriend either.
He never was and he never will be. No offense Remus." she added, "Sirius was my fiance, but that doesn't make much of a difference now, does it?" George, who was about to say something, fell silent. "Are you related to Harry?" asked Ron. "Sort of." replied Cassandra, "I'm his godmother."