A/N: I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!! To make a long story
short, one day my internet wouldn't work anymore, and we had to get a new
computer, but it still hasn't come yet, so I have to resort to updating my
stories by saving them on floppy discs and bringing them to my GRANDMA'S
house so I can update them here. So, to make up for my horrible computer
problem, I am going to give you guys THREE more chapters, instead of one.
(I have up to chapter 14 written). PLEASE forgive me and my abysmal
computer!
Disclaimer: She does NOT own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. And continuously wishing that she DOES own it won't help, so, she will forever never own Harry Potter
Ok, NOW the next chapter . . .
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~*~My (Cassandra's) POV~*~
I blearily opened my eyes, and it took me a minute to figure out where I was. 'Oh yeah' I thought. 'I'm one of the guest bedrooms at the Burrow that I am sharing with Hermione'. I still could hardly believe it. I was HERE, in the magical world, and I was going shopping today in DIAGON ALLEY! I let out a squeal of excitement accidentally, waking Hermione up in the twin bed opposite mine.
"Cassandra, are you ok?" she asked me, not seeming tired at all.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about today and how I'm actually here . . ."
"I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I went to Diagon Alley for the first time."
"I've been wondering who my real parents are," I said out of nowhere.
"I just hope you're not in a position like Harry's – with dead parents," she responded.
"Yeah, I hope so too."
"Are two hungry?" Ginny had just appeared in the doorway.
"Actually, yeah." I said.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I suppose I could have a bit of toast." Hermione and I followed Ginny down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was already bustling about, making breakfast. From the looks of it, Hermione was going to get a great deal more than "just a bit of toast". It was at that moment that Harry and Ron chose to come bounding down the stairs, and I suddenly wished I had put on a bathrobe over my spaghetti strap and shorts leopard pajamas, as they were staring at me again. (AN: I really have a pair of pajamas like that!) It made me rather uncomfortable. I decided to pretend that I thought nothing of it.
"Good morning, Harry, Ron," I said with a small smile and sat down next to Hermione at the table. Harry and Ron came back to reality land and sat down across from Hermione and I. Harry was the first one to return my good morning.
"G' morning, Cassy," he replied sleepily. "Is it ok if I call you Cassy? Cassandra's kind of a mouthful to say," suddenly awake.
"Sure, I don't mind," I replied, then taking a sip of milk.
"Breakfast!" said Mrs. Weasley, as she filled our plates with pancakes, sausage, eggs, and toast. I looked at it hesitantly. NO WAY could I eat all that! After staring at my plate for a minute and getting questioning glances from the others at the table, who were already eating, I started eating. I somehow managed to eat two pancakes, two pieces of sausage, an egg, and a piece of buttered toast. I was full to the bursting by the time the table had been cleared.
"Well, I'll give you five half an hour to get ready, then it's off to Diagon Alley with all of you!" said Mrs. Weasley as she flicked her wand and the dishes started washing themselves. We all scurried upstairs to get ready, but before Ginny disappeared into her room, I asked her where Mr. Weasley was.
"He had to work through the night. He should be home when we get back from Diagon Alley."
"Oh, ok then." I replied. Ginny then shut her door, and Hermione and I continued down to our room.
"Are you modest, Cassandra?" asked Hermione.
"I think I like Harry's name for me, so call me Cassy, and yes."
"So am I. I'll just draw up a curtain then." She then said a spell and a deep red curtain divided the room in half. "So now we can change in privacy."
"Cool." After I had changed into my clothes (A black tank top that said "90% Angel" and dark denim capris) and Hermione had changed into hers (a red short sleeved shirt and light denim capris), and we had brushed our teeth, did our hair (both in ponytails), washed our faces, etc, etc, etc . . . and everyone else was ready, we were ready to floo to Diagon Alley. I was really nervous. I didn't want what happened to Harry in Book 2 when HE tried to floo to Diagon Alley to happen to ME. Mrs. Weasley sent Ron first, then Harry, then Ginny, then Hermione, and then it was just me and her.
"Remember to speak VERY clearly," she reminded me. I gulped and nodded. I took a handful of the silvery-gray powder and stepped into the fireplace.
"DIAGON ALLEY!" I yelled, dropping the floo powder on the bottom of the fireplace and disappearing in emerald green flames.
I was relieved when a few seconds later I was standing in the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny beaming at me. I stepped out of the fireplace and several seconds later Mrs. Weasley appeared.
"Oh, good, Cassandra, I was so afraid we might have had a repeat of what happened four years ago with Harry." Said Mrs. Weasley as she stepped out of the fireplace. Then, remembering that they thought I had no idea what happened to Harry four years ago, I asked,
"What happened to Harry four years ago, Mrs. Weasley?"
"It was my first time using floo powder," answered Harry for her, "and I didn't speak clearly enough, and I ended up in Knockturn Alley. Not the friendliest of places."
"Yeah, lucky you," said Ron enviously. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Mum never lets us go down there," Ron responded.
"I wouldn't WANT to go down there," said Ginny.
"Alright, enough babbling, let's go now, we have lots to buy, especially for you, Cassandra, now come on, hurry up!" Then we all went out into the courtyard and Mrs. Weasley tapped the appropriate bricks with her wand, and even though I knew what was going to happen, I still stood there, amazed.
"You look kind of like me on my first day here," said Harry. It seemed he and Hermione were talking to me a lot more than Ron or Ginny. Maybe it was a Weasley thing, although Mrs. Weasley seemed to NEVER stop talking to me. I decided against mentioning this. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when we got to the towering snowy white building titled Gringotts Bank.
"Well, here we are," said Mrs. Weasley. That's when came back to reality and saw the enormous building in front of me – and the Goblins in front of it. I gulped and moved a step closer to Harry instinctively. He raised his eyebrows but I didn't notice.
~*~Harry's POV~*~
'Wow, she looks so much like how I felt on MY first day here.' Thought Harry. I wonder why she took a step closer to me like that. Maybe it was because of the goblins, they creeped ME out when I first saw them. I wondered if I should hold her hand to make her feel better? Nah, she might take that the wrong way.
They were up at a podium with a free goblin by now.
"Hello." Said Mrs. Weasley to the Goblin. "We would like to make withdraws from the Weasley vault, Harry Potter's Vault, and Cassandra Calaway's vault," she pointed to Cassy as she said this, "And Hermione here would like to exchange some muggle money." She rounded on Ginny and Ron. "Ginny, Ron, why don't you stay here with Hermione, ok?"
"Ok mum," they replied.
Then the Goblin replied to Mrs. Weasley: "I will have another Goblin take you down to all three vaults, but first can I see your keys?
"Oh, yes, of course," said Mrs. Weasley pulling hers out of her purse and handing it to the Goblin, who examined it quickly and handed it back to her.
"That seems to be in order. And now yours Mister Potter." And the goblin examined his as well. Then the Goblin turned to Cassy, "And yours, Miss Calaway?" She started to tremble a little, but kept her cool and got the key out of her pocket and handed it to the Goblin, who looked at the little number inscribed on the side of the key, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"No, no it can't be," said the Goblin with a worried voice . . . He quickly regained his composure however and said, "Miss Calaway, because you are a new customer here at Gringotts, we will need a DNA sample, to make sure this key really belongs to you. Please give me a strand of your hair."
Cassy pulled a piece of her golden hair out of her scalp and handed it to the Goblin, who handled it as if it were a precious ruby. He disappeared out of sight and returned a few minutes later, breathing very fast. "Miss M—Calaway, everything seems to be in order. Let me get a Goblin to take you and Mrs. Weasley down to your vaults, while I will deal with Miss Granger here. Griphook!" |A/N: I couldn't think of a name for the Goblin, so I just used the same Goblin as in the first book, so Griphook is also NOT MINE!| A little Goblin came into view, and I recognized him as the Goblin that first took me around the caves of Gringotts. (Remember, this is still Harry's POV). Hermione, Ginny and Ron stayed behind while Cassy, Mrs. Weasley, and I got into one of the carts that took you to each one of the Gringotts vaults. We went to the Weasley's vault first, which had a fair amount of money in it. |A/N: in this story, the Weasley's got a little richer than they were in the books. I guess you could say that Mr. Weasley got promoted.| And, after we had gone to my vault and I had collected my Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, we were speeding down to Cassandra's vault.
"Vault 597." Said the Goblin, as he got out, followed by Cassandra, who gave me a look that said "come with me, he's creepy!" so I got out too.
"Key please!" said Griphook. She handed him the key. I wasn't sure what to expect. But what Cassy and I saw sure wasn't what EITHER of us expected. When Cassy's vault opened, it looked more like a small room than a vault, and it was filled with pile after pile of Galleons, shelves of Sickles, and scattered here, there, and everywhere was little Knuts. It must have been 20 times what I had inherited from my parents, if not more. Cassy actually blinked several times and rubbed her eyes, I guess to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
~*~My (Cassandra's) POV~*~
I rubbed my eyes VERY thoroughly. Could I be seeing things? Was this ALL mine? Or did it belong to my parents as well? I saw a little note on the floor of the vault near the door, and I picked it up and read it in barely more than I whisper, so that only Harry and I could hear it.
To our beloved Cassandra:
We knew you were alive all along. Please take what money we have collected for you over the years and spend it how you wish. If you are going to Hogwarts, be sure to spend it wisely! We love you and we will see you soon?
With much love,
Your parents and brother.
I could barely breathe as I pocketed the letter and looked at Harry, who looked just as confused and surprised as I felt.
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A/N: Ooooooooooh, creepy . . . what will happen? Will she figure out her identity with the help of her newfound friends? Or will she be mystified until Draco tells her . . . if he does? The only way to find out is to wait patiently for the next chapter.
Disclaimer: She does NOT own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. And continuously wishing that she DOES own it won't help, so, she will forever never own Harry Potter
Ok, NOW the next chapter . . .
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~*~My (Cassandra's) POV~*~
I blearily opened my eyes, and it took me a minute to figure out where I was. 'Oh yeah' I thought. 'I'm one of the guest bedrooms at the Burrow that I am sharing with Hermione'. I still could hardly believe it. I was HERE, in the magical world, and I was going shopping today in DIAGON ALLEY! I let out a squeal of excitement accidentally, waking Hermione up in the twin bed opposite mine.
"Cassandra, are you ok?" she asked me, not seeming tired at all.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about today and how I'm actually here . . ."
"I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I went to Diagon Alley for the first time."
"I've been wondering who my real parents are," I said out of nowhere.
"I just hope you're not in a position like Harry's – with dead parents," she responded.
"Yeah, I hope so too."
"Are two hungry?" Ginny had just appeared in the doorway.
"Actually, yeah." I said.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I suppose I could have a bit of toast." Hermione and I followed Ginny down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was already bustling about, making breakfast. From the looks of it, Hermione was going to get a great deal more than "just a bit of toast". It was at that moment that Harry and Ron chose to come bounding down the stairs, and I suddenly wished I had put on a bathrobe over my spaghetti strap and shorts leopard pajamas, as they were staring at me again. (AN: I really have a pair of pajamas like that!) It made me rather uncomfortable. I decided to pretend that I thought nothing of it.
"Good morning, Harry, Ron," I said with a small smile and sat down next to Hermione at the table. Harry and Ron came back to reality land and sat down across from Hermione and I. Harry was the first one to return my good morning.
"G' morning, Cassy," he replied sleepily. "Is it ok if I call you Cassy? Cassandra's kind of a mouthful to say," suddenly awake.
"Sure, I don't mind," I replied, then taking a sip of milk.
"Breakfast!" said Mrs. Weasley, as she filled our plates with pancakes, sausage, eggs, and toast. I looked at it hesitantly. NO WAY could I eat all that! After staring at my plate for a minute and getting questioning glances from the others at the table, who were already eating, I started eating. I somehow managed to eat two pancakes, two pieces of sausage, an egg, and a piece of buttered toast. I was full to the bursting by the time the table had been cleared.
"Well, I'll give you five half an hour to get ready, then it's off to Diagon Alley with all of you!" said Mrs. Weasley as she flicked her wand and the dishes started washing themselves. We all scurried upstairs to get ready, but before Ginny disappeared into her room, I asked her where Mr. Weasley was.
"He had to work through the night. He should be home when we get back from Diagon Alley."
"Oh, ok then." I replied. Ginny then shut her door, and Hermione and I continued down to our room.
"Are you modest, Cassandra?" asked Hermione.
"I think I like Harry's name for me, so call me Cassy, and yes."
"So am I. I'll just draw up a curtain then." She then said a spell and a deep red curtain divided the room in half. "So now we can change in privacy."
"Cool." After I had changed into my clothes (A black tank top that said "90% Angel" and dark denim capris) and Hermione had changed into hers (a red short sleeved shirt and light denim capris), and we had brushed our teeth, did our hair (both in ponytails), washed our faces, etc, etc, etc . . . and everyone else was ready, we were ready to floo to Diagon Alley. I was really nervous. I didn't want what happened to Harry in Book 2 when HE tried to floo to Diagon Alley to happen to ME. Mrs. Weasley sent Ron first, then Harry, then Ginny, then Hermione, and then it was just me and her.
"Remember to speak VERY clearly," she reminded me. I gulped and nodded. I took a handful of the silvery-gray powder and stepped into the fireplace.
"DIAGON ALLEY!" I yelled, dropping the floo powder on the bottom of the fireplace and disappearing in emerald green flames.
I was relieved when a few seconds later I was standing in the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny beaming at me. I stepped out of the fireplace and several seconds later Mrs. Weasley appeared.
"Oh, good, Cassandra, I was so afraid we might have had a repeat of what happened four years ago with Harry." Said Mrs. Weasley as she stepped out of the fireplace. Then, remembering that they thought I had no idea what happened to Harry four years ago, I asked,
"What happened to Harry four years ago, Mrs. Weasley?"
"It was my first time using floo powder," answered Harry for her, "and I didn't speak clearly enough, and I ended up in Knockturn Alley. Not the friendliest of places."
"Yeah, lucky you," said Ron enviously. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Mum never lets us go down there," Ron responded.
"I wouldn't WANT to go down there," said Ginny.
"Alright, enough babbling, let's go now, we have lots to buy, especially for you, Cassandra, now come on, hurry up!" Then we all went out into the courtyard and Mrs. Weasley tapped the appropriate bricks with her wand, and even though I knew what was going to happen, I still stood there, amazed.
"You look kind of like me on my first day here," said Harry. It seemed he and Hermione were talking to me a lot more than Ron or Ginny. Maybe it was a Weasley thing, although Mrs. Weasley seemed to NEVER stop talking to me. I decided against mentioning this. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when we got to the towering snowy white building titled Gringotts Bank.
"Well, here we are," said Mrs. Weasley. That's when came back to reality and saw the enormous building in front of me – and the Goblins in front of it. I gulped and moved a step closer to Harry instinctively. He raised his eyebrows but I didn't notice.
~*~Harry's POV~*~
'Wow, she looks so much like how I felt on MY first day here.' Thought Harry. I wonder why she took a step closer to me like that. Maybe it was because of the goblins, they creeped ME out when I first saw them. I wondered if I should hold her hand to make her feel better? Nah, she might take that the wrong way.
They were up at a podium with a free goblin by now.
"Hello." Said Mrs. Weasley to the Goblin. "We would like to make withdraws from the Weasley vault, Harry Potter's Vault, and Cassandra Calaway's vault," she pointed to Cassy as she said this, "And Hermione here would like to exchange some muggle money." She rounded on Ginny and Ron. "Ginny, Ron, why don't you stay here with Hermione, ok?"
"Ok mum," they replied.
Then the Goblin replied to Mrs. Weasley: "I will have another Goblin take you down to all three vaults, but first can I see your keys?
"Oh, yes, of course," said Mrs. Weasley pulling hers out of her purse and handing it to the Goblin, who examined it quickly and handed it back to her.
"That seems to be in order. And now yours Mister Potter." And the goblin examined his as well. Then the Goblin turned to Cassy, "And yours, Miss Calaway?" She started to tremble a little, but kept her cool and got the key out of her pocket and handed it to the Goblin, who looked at the little number inscribed on the side of the key, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"No, no it can't be," said the Goblin with a worried voice . . . He quickly regained his composure however and said, "Miss Calaway, because you are a new customer here at Gringotts, we will need a DNA sample, to make sure this key really belongs to you. Please give me a strand of your hair."
Cassy pulled a piece of her golden hair out of her scalp and handed it to the Goblin, who handled it as if it were a precious ruby. He disappeared out of sight and returned a few minutes later, breathing very fast. "Miss M—Calaway, everything seems to be in order. Let me get a Goblin to take you and Mrs. Weasley down to your vaults, while I will deal with Miss Granger here. Griphook!" |A/N: I couldn't think of a name for the Goblin, so I just used the same Goblin as in the first book, so Griphook is also NOT MINE!| A little Goblin came into view, and I recognized him as the Goblin that first took me around the caves of Gringotts. (Remember, this is still Harry's POV). Hermione, Ginny and Ron stayed behind while Cassy, Mrs. Weasley, and I got into one of the carts that took you to each one of the Gringotts vaults. We went to the Weasley's vault first, which had a fair amount of money in it. |A/N: in this story, the Weasley's got a little richer than they were in the books. I guess you could say that Mr. Weasley got promoted.| And, after we had gone to my vault and I had collected my Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts, we were speeding down to Cassandra's vault.
"Vault 597." Said the Goblin, as he got out, followed by Cassandra, who gave me a look that said "come with me, he's creepy!" so I got out too.
"Key please!" said Griphook. She handed him the key. I wasn't sure what to expect. But what Cassy and I saw sure wasn't what EITHER of us expected. When Cassy's vault opened, it looked more like a small room than a vault, and it was filled with pile after pile of Galleons, shelves of Sickles, and scattered here, there, and everywhere was little Knuts. It must have been 20 times what I had inherited from my parents, if not more. Cassy actually blinked several times and rubbed her eyes, I guess to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
~*~My (Cassandra's) POV~*~
I rubbed my eyes VERY thoroughly. Could I be seeing things? Was this ALL mine? Or did it belong to my parents as well? I saw a little note on the floor of the vault near the door, and I picked it up and read it in barely more than I whisper, so that only Harry and I could hear it.
To our beloved Cassandra:
We knew you were alive all along. Please take what money we have collected for you over the years and spend it how you wish. If you are going to Hogwarts, be sure to spend it wisely! We love you and we will see you soon?
With much love,
Your parents and brother.
I could barely breathe as I pocketed the letter and looked at Harry, who looked just as confused and surprised as I felt.
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A/N: Ooooooooooh, creepy . . . what will happen? Will she figure out her identity with the help of her newfound friends? Or will she be mystified until Draco tells her . . . if he does? The only way to find out is to wait patiently for the next chapter.