"What'd you think of 'the famous Harry Potter'?" Ginny asked as they left Harry to head for the common room.
"Okay. I guess." Cady shrugged. "Nothing struck me as remarkable."
"It will. Just pick up any book on recent Wizarding history in England."
"He seemed as though he didn't want to see me." Cady sounded disappointed, even to herself.
"He did." Ginny assured her. "He was probably glad that you didn't ask if he had the scar. And he's not had an easy two years."
"Oh." Cady wanted to ask more but didn't want to intrude.
They walked in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. But they were soon found by Kathleen, Sari and Emily.
"What'd you think of your first flying lesson?" Kathleen walked up beside Cady.
"It was a lot of fun." Cady laughed. "I could have never imagined that I could feel so free."
"She's a natural!" Ginny told the group. Cady blushed.
"Lucky!" Emily mock- scowled.
"We need to get to the common room." Sari urged. "I hate to remind every body of this but we have a certain thing called homework."
Cady sighed. "I have two rolls of parchment due tomorrow on shifting appearances!"
The other four girls groaned.
"We all do." Ginny closed her eyes in an expression of pain.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing, before making a mad dash to the common room.
"I call squishy chair!" Cady laughed as they reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady and gave the password (Oddment, blubber, tweak).
"Well, what'dya know." She grinned. "Five squishy chairs left."
Diligently, they buried themselves in homework. Emily had to leave two hours later for a prefects meeting and after she came back they went to bed, one by one.
Cady lay staring at the ceiling for hours after she went to bed, the face of her new guardian floating above her head. Yeah, he was nice enough, But something gave her the felling he never wanted a kid. Especially a kid that had to go to a special school for her to learn magic. He was a Muggle, and even though he had accepted her and supported her in her schoolwork, he seemed scared of it.
Finally she pulled on a bathrobe over her pajamas and headed down to the common room to sit in front of the fire.
With sleepy eyes she padded down the stairs in bare feet and sank into a couch. A shimmering light attracted her attention and in an instant she was wide-awake. The light came from an ordinary bowl and it's glow showed the slumped-over figure of a boy.
Cady walked over, her face filled with curiosity. She leaned over the bowl and saw a thick, silvery liquid that seemed to draw her in. she blinked and she was no longer in the warm common room, but outside on a fairly warm summer night.
An old man in wizard's robes and half-moon glasses was looking sadly into the ruins of what looked like a house. He walked around the rubble with the light-footedness that Cady thought no man of that age would have. He poked though the rubble as if he was looking for something.
"Sir!" Cady came up to him as fast as she could and still be careful of her bare feet. "Sir, can you help me get back to Hogwarts? Sir?"
He was ignoring her. Or he couldn't hear her.
"Poor Lily and James." He kept mumbling over and over again. "So much of their lives ahead of them."
Cady was slightly annoyed at this. When would people stop talking about people that she didn't know?
She shadowed the man, hoping that she could show him that he couldn't ignore her.
He continued to poke though the rubble until something caught his eye. He began digging through pile of collapsed wood that was a tall as himself that had one of the few remaining walls behind it. He flung pieces this way and that, not caring where they went or who they hit. He stopped suddenly and reached in gently, pulling out of the hole he made, a baby with a crown of red hair who was whimpering.
"Sir?" Cady forgot he was ignoring him.
The world seemed to swirl out of focus and when it came into focus it was so bright that she was blinded for a few seconds.
" Professor, I really don't understand." A woman's voice. " I don't think it's safe."
"At the moment it is." The silver haired man was back. "I need you to keep her safe."
Cady turned to see the woman who the old man was talking to. "Mom…" She breathed in shock. "That kid is…" She couldn't complete the sentence.
She turned back to the woman. "Mom, you can see me right? Please say you can." She started to cry. "Please!"
"I can't say no, Professor." The woman took the baby. "She is pretty cute."
"As far as I know, she doesn't have a name." The old man leaned in.
"Mom! I'm right here! Show me that you can see me!" Cady cried harder.
The world swirled again. And Cady came back to the Gryfindor common room. The fire had gone out. She was still crying.
"What did you do?" A hoarse voice beside her made her jump.
"W… who are you?" She shook.
"Lumos." The hoarse voice said and they were bathed in a ghostly blue light. Harry Potter sat beside the bowl of silvery stuff.
"You were in the Pensieve." He croaked. "What did you see?"
"Why do you want to know?" Cady's voice crack from crying.
"It could be important." He grabbed her arm. "Tell me what you saw!"
She was very scared by now. "I saw an old man with half-moon glasses and silvery hair poking through the ruins of a house."
"Dumbledore." Harry explained. "These are his memories, so of course he would be here."
"He kept saying something a bout a Lily and James." Fresh tears streamed down her face.
His grip tightened on her arms. "Lily and James? Are you sure?"
Cady nodded "He found something and dug it out. A baby. Me."
"You? You're an American." He looked confused.
"No, I'm natively from England." Cady scowled. "You wanted me to tell you what I saw."
"Carry on." He let go of her arm.
"The scene shifted and I saw my mom. The old man, Dumbledore, was telling her that she had to tale care of me. He said he didn't think I had a name then I came back. She didn't answer me! My mom didn't know me!" She burst out.
"No one can hear you inside the Pensieve." Harry said calmly. "You aren't part of the memory."
" Are you sure?" Cady wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"Positive." Harry smiled. "You know, you do look a lot like Lily."
"Who's she? My real mom?"
"She was my mum." Harry gritted his teeth. "James was my dad."
"What do you mean, was?"
"They were killed by Voldemort in their home in their home in Godric's Hollow when I was one." Harry ran his hands through his hair. " Ginny told me you didn't know about me. To be perfectly honest, that is a huge relief."
Cady's eyes were huge. "Godric's Hollow? You're sure?"
Harry looked at her though the side of his glasses. "Yes."
"My parents lived in a house on Godric's Hollow. They died a few days after I was born."
Now Harry looked slightly frightened. "When is your birthday?"
"August 16th."
Harry didn't speak, but sank down into a chair beside the table. A look of pure shock filled his green eyes.
"You're sixteen, right?" His voice sounded far away.
"Yes." Cady felt more confused than he looked.
"This is so improbable that I can't believe I'm even considering this. But it would explain a lot." Harry looked her straight in the eye.
"Would explain what?" Cady pushed.
"Why you can fly so well and have never been on a broom before. Why you're the exact copy of Lily. Why we were both orphaned on the same street, the same year, the same time of year."
Cady had a look of surprised mixed with disgust on her face. "No. I'm going to bed."
"We need to get more information before even think of this as being certain." Harry looked more scared than in shock. "It's not a good time for me to have a relative. I'm not lying when I say that anyone who is close to me is in constant danger."
"Then we won't talk about it again."
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