3

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Hermione or any of the wonderful Harry Potter characters. They are all the property of J.K Rowling, but the plot and Cassandra Hale belong to me! Any similarities to living persons is pure coincidence and / or accidental

A/N: Okay, before I forget. Anything Underlined is Lily, Italic is Cassia and Bolded is James. Thanks

-Chapter 2-

I was packing.

Oh no, oh no, WHY did I not pack yesterday?

Because James told you that, it would be better for your well-being if you slept

Yeah, that is what I told her

You idiot, I think you both were in off mode, because I snuck out last night. Moreover, I was hanging out with Harry…oops.

CASSANDRA CASSIA HALE, you have been hanging out with a boy at NIGHT.

Harry? Wait – our son's name is Harry.

That's true James, but it's not possible that our Harry is her Harry.

Maybe so…You never know.

Well…when you guys are done, I'm gonna daydream of Harry, cause I've finished packing…ARGH! There is no hiding stuff from you people.

Ooh…Cassia's crushing on Harry…ooh…

Oh shut up James, you are 30 years old for god's sake.

She is right you know

You people are such Fun-suckers…

I shake my head and everything's in my trunk. I shrink it so it fits in my pocket. I then Apparate myself to 12, Grimmauld Place.

I land with a thump. "Ow, man. That hurts like hell," I mumble. I saunter into the kitchen and see the familiar black hair of Harry, then Ron and Hermione. I know Hermione because; she was there when I visited Ron a while back. I snuck up on them and placed my hands over Harry's eyes. Guess who it is, Harry Houdini I said, sarcastically. I called him that, because he keeps on disappearing, He-he. Cassia, he exclaims, getting up and hugging me. Ron and Hermione look surprised and my cousin jumps up. Cassia, what are you doing here? You're a day early, he says. What, I can't come see my ickle Ronnie-kins a day early? I say in a baby-ish voice. Shut up Cassandra he mutters.

I roll my eyes and turn to Hermione. Hey there Hermione, long time no see, I say cheerfully. Hey Cassia, so, why are you here? She asks. It was an innocent question, but please remember, I still hadn't gotten over my parents crossing over.

Curse that Voldemort, too bad he's supposed to be killed by Harry, not me. Hey – my prophecy says that I'm supposed to help kill one of them. Okay, I'm totally helping Harry. It is official!

W-Well, my n-new guardian happens to be Aunt Molly, who is my mum's sister…so I'm staying here, I said in a quiet stutter. Harry looks at me. He knows what happened; he knows what I'm like. Gosh, even after two days of knowing me, he already knows all that. This is total Bleh-ness.

I retreated into the living room where I ran into a woman with hot pink hair. Oops! Sorry there, I'm really quite clumsy, she said. No, no, it's okay. I'm equally as clumsy too, I say, smiling embarrassedly. I moved my hand, she moved, and we knocked down some various items. Oops we both said. A loud yelling penetrated through the walls of 12, Grimmauld Place.

BISMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD, HALF BLOODS, BLOOD TRAITORS, screamed a voice. I shook my head. Ron had told me about this woman, and how no one managed to get her unstuck. I walk over and pull out my wand. black cypress wood, a black phoenix feather, 12 inches I point it at the portrait and say Locomotor Leviosa. The portrait – oddly – comes unstuck, I say Lacarnem Inflamare then the portrait of the old bat sizzles, and it turns into ash. Ha-ha! Success, I have burnt up the frickin' old bat, I say triumphantly. Several claps from behind me and I turn around.

The Trio, Dumbledore and Remus Lupin are standing there, clapping for all that it's worth. Uncle Remus, I squeal and run to him. Cassia, my how you've grown, he says. I smile. He's like Aunt Ara, not my blood relative, more or less a caretaker. But hey, I'm 17 and soon enough, I won't need caretakers. Nevertheless, non-family, relative-like people will do for when I'm in a sticky situation. Heh – Not like, I have many of those.

I glance at Dumbledore and he gives me a look that clearly said What-Is-It-NOW, Cassia? Seriously, I have asked for so many favours from him, or at least my parents did. Um, Professor, do you know about the latest spell my parents cast on me? I ask, timidly. Just for you to know, I have seen Good Old Dumbles in a foul mood and trust me, it isn't pretty. He gets tense and starts shaking; then he begins yelling at whoever made him angry. He's kinda touchy on certain subjects.

No, I have not heard of this latest spell, would you mind explaining, he says. Uncle Remus and the Trio look at me. Well, now I have voices…in my head. They say that they are my Instinct and Conscience voices. I have a strange feeling that their married, I say, rolling my eyes. At times, I really hate them. Did they tell you their names, Cassia? He asked. Uh, yeah, they did. Their names are James and Lily. I know I need them, but can I have normal voices? Can I not have crazy married ones that enjoy screaming at each other? I say. Oh I see, the Instinct Charm. Well, I can remove them, but that would mean that they would materialize here in the world of the living. You will also have a voice that serves as your conscience and you instinct voice, is that fine with you. He asks.

Yeah, fine with me, I say smiling, because I'm thinking of the fact that James and Lily aren't going to be in my head anymore. I reckon they were in off mode, because James didn't protest like he usually did when I said that, and Lily wasn't going 'Are you sure you really want this?' like she normally says.