Hello and welcome to my first ever fanfic. I really hope that you like it. If not, oh well. This is sort of told in a strange way. This spans over Cassandra's first ((and maybe more)) years at Hogwarts. Every so often, in bold, she will make remarks, as though telling the story. They're very far in between and shouldn't be too bothersome, if they are then I guess we will have to deal with them then. Well, most of this is a flashback, or dream in the case of this chapter, but there are also the parts where it is in the present time at Xavier's School for the Gifted.

This is rated for violence in some chapters.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR, Teen Titans belongs to DC Comics, X-men belongs to Marvel Comics, and Lord of the Rings belongs to JRR Tolkien. I do however own Cassandra Cheney and Time. Wren belongs to my friend Rachel, who gave me permission to use her character.

So, now that I am done rambling, get to it :).

"You know too much, you foolish girl," said a dark cold voice that sent shivers up your spine. The voice seemed to come from a tall, black-cloaked figure. He held a black wand at a young girl of the age of 13. The arm that held the wand, you noticed, slowly started to rise steadily to point at the girl.

The girl didn't not move or look startled in any way at all. The only movement she made was her steady breathing.

"Why do you say I know too much? Is it because I saw you slaughter two of my best friends and then try to do the same to their son? Or is it because I saw you at one of your weakest moments?" She asked her voice was still one of a child yet; somehow, it seemed wise, wise beyond her years.

He laughed. It was a high evil laugh. It seemed to fit him well. It, like his voice, was dark, cold, and sent shivers up your spine.

"You still saw and know too much for your own good... So there is only one thing for me to do..." He said as he tightened his grip on his long, black wand. "Avada Kedavr-"

Cassandra sits up quickly in her bed, cold sweat dripping down her face. This was possibly the tenth time she has had this same dream this month...

She looks around and picks up a picture off of her desk and looks at it. She notices the picture of her friends she had had at Hogwarts. The picture was of Wren, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Lily Evans. Tears slowly came to her eyes as she remembers her friends, and how she had gone to Hogwarts sort of as an accident.

'Well... I'm guessing, to understand this a little better, we need to go back in time, back to a few years ago, when I met a mutant named Time...'

Cassandra had been taking a short cut to Xavier's School for the Gifted ((The headquarters of the X-Men)) when a man confronted her. He was about twice as tall as herself.

"You, girl, what's your name?" The man asked as he pulled a strand of long white hair out of his face.

"My name's Cassandra Cheney, yours?" she asked, after a moment's pause.

"Charles McCain," he said," But, please, call me Time." he added as he smirked.

'Time?' She thought to herself.

"Here, someone told me to give this to you..." He said handing her a small hourglass. " All you do is flip it over, don't worry, it doesn't hurt..." He said, turning around. He whispered, "much." Then he was gone.

Cassandra just stared at the hourglass blankly. When curiosity had taken over, her hand slowly reached for the hourglass, and proceeded to turn it over.

As she flipped it over, time seemed to stand still.

After a moment she seemed to have been pulled backward. When she finally stopped falling she looked around and rubbed her head, which had hit against the hard cement floor. She looked around not noticing where she was. She slowly stood up and walked out of the building, which seemed to be an old abandoned warehouse.
Thanks for reading! Please review. ((Sorry I got a little line happy.))