(I'm not claiming anything that was made by J.K Rowling, who would want someone stealing their characters! Everything is hers except Lemercier.)

11. Confrontation

The Headmaster's quarters had been closed and sealed to the public for six years, and was now finally open as Harry took the charms off and entered the room. It looked exactly the same except that the majority of the walls were empty, the portraits were moved elsewhere in the castle. Though a few stayed behind, one of them including Phineas, who was watching from his portrait with silent observation. The rest of the portraits too had awoken, peeking down at the young man who stood motionless in front of the desk, his wand clutched in his right hand. The instruments that chimed, whistled or moved with a ticking noise had died a long time ago, stood motionless in their places, covered with a thick layer of dust, even the house elves were banned from cleaning the area. Pushing himself to move, Harry made his way down a few steps through a small sitting room, to a door that led to Dumbledore's bed chambers. He had never been in there, but it was worth looking at while he waited for his appointment to arrive. Waving his wand at the hinges the door gave way and slowly opened, Harry glanced around the room to find it like any normal bedroom. A bed in the middle with red hanging tapestries, the bed made, and clothes hanging from the cupboard. Satisfied that no one had been in there since that fatal day, he shut the door and turned around, glancing at his clock. 11:55. Five more minutes and she will arrive, through the fireplace.

Walking back to the office, he stood behind the desk, where Dumbledore normally sat, when he visited him. Glancing down at the desk, he noticed a few papers were still out, but had started to take a yellowish tint, and Dumbledore's sliver inkwell, with the red quill still in place. Pulling the high-backed chair, he started to sit down when a loud voice from the left of him boomed out.

"You're NOT the headmaster!" Even after all these years, Phineas was still cold and distasteful. Acting like he didn't hear that scoundrel Harry sat down, feeling the springs under the leather covering, curve to his bottom, and his back. All that time he had been looking around the quarter's he had not bothered to light the room. Still sitting in the chair he raised his wand and pointed a few candles still left behind from all those years ago. The candles lit automatically, the room now dimly lit he waited. His hands pressed against the arm rest of the chair.

Suddenly the fireplace gate opened, and a few seconds later a hooded figure walked out of it, covered in ash, he had not asked the house elves to clean it before hand. Waiting patiently at his seat, the figure took of it's hood and glanced around the room finally stopping on Harry Potter.

"Cassandra Lememier," He was a bit surprise with her looks, it had been six months since he had last seen her, and already time seemed to have finally caught up with her. Like all ravenclaws she was known for her beauty, with her mixed ethnicity it accented all her features, and what was her true beauty was her violet eyes. Taking off her cloak, he looked her down from head to toe and back up again. Her face was gaunt, the skin stretched across her cheekbones, her skin was no longer a tinted brown, now a sickly pale color, the robes that she wore hung on her skinny frame. She was still too young, yet pre mature crows' feet graced the ends of her eyes, and strands of white mixed with her jet-black hair that grew and hung in long tresses down her back. But her face, she still held her pride, and a mixture of all that was dark swirled in her irises.

"Come sit," motioning at the chair across from the desk, she made her way over and sat down, Phineas in the background was clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Waving his wand at the remaining portraits, they frowned as they banged on what looked like a plastic covering, so that the conversation between Cassandra and Harry would not be repeated. "It seems the dark side has not been treating you decently."

"I have been seen poor in character in the Dark Lord's eyes, and have been punished, when it was not me that deserved it." Her voice was full of venom, her eyes glittered with hate. "Why had you stopped our communications so abruptly six months ago?"

"Because I did not wish to contact someone whose allegiance still falters," Cutting her off, he went on. " I have heard of your family's history, and was concerned of my safety and those around me. I had a right to cut you off from any direct contact with the light side."

"After all these years, Potters do you not remember when I said never question where I stand?" Her look was disdainful, and her attitude could match an angry boor. "My family history has nothing to do with-"

"Your family history has everything to do with it, how could I trust you when I finally understand your past? The years that we spent together as mentor and pupil, not once did you ever mention your family, nor their sins that were committed by them. Especially your maniac grandfather and father." Standing up the chair that she sat in fell backwards,a loud crack echoed throughout the room.

"You will show respect to my family!" Harry sat back in his chair, waiting for her to cool down, she wasn't just about to blow him up, he knew her. Moving his wand the chair righted itself up, and again Harry motioned for her to sit. "Have you brought me here to ruin my surname name Potter, before you call in your men to arrest me?"

"No, I've asked for this conference to know the whole truth. To know whether I can still ask for your help or if I should condemn you to what you deserve..." The silent that followed was cold, and as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he was in for a rude awakening.

"Fine... I'll tell you everything, judge me then." A smirk graced her lips. "The year when the Dark Lord finally took notice of me, must have been during the last months of your fifth year. I had only been a death eater for a few months, but during my time I had risen. My name was what brought his attention to me, I believe he felt obliged to place his late mentor's only living descendent, among those he thought worthy to grace his presence with. But he wasn't ready to trust me, I was given a mission, but more like an initiation into his inner circle. Severus had leaked on the whereabouts of Emmenline Vance on a certain day, and I was given the command to kill her, Nott and Lestrange were to come with me, to see that I did it."

Harry just stared at her with disbelief, she it was Cassandra who murdered Vance, in front of all those muggles, and did it brutally.

"She didn't know I was on to her till I was almost three feet away. She turned around and aimed at me, blasted woman scarred me. But I got my revenge, she was so scared of causing a commotion in the muggle filled streets, her wand hidden underneath that shawl of hers. I didn't care, if they got in the line of fire, well then it was their fault. I remember, I made sure she died painfully." As she recounted what happened, Cassandra's eyes were dead set on Harry, who at the moment was looking past her, but she could see the emotion flickering in his green eyes.

"The muggles scattered when they saw my spell hit her full blast on the chest. The few that got in the way were also dealt with, I had to step over a few stunned bodies to finally look down at Vance. She was old, and that hit was very powerful, so she was dying. That look of anguish and pain etched in her face was priceless, just like the screams and chaos on Downing Street. Lestrange then apparated next to me, to look at my work. He said sharply, 'Kill her before the order arrives.'" Her voice faltered, Harry glanced sharply at her, Cassandra's gazed was lowered.

"Guilt flooded my lust to kill, I couldn't rise my wand against her anymore... Then I finally realized that I was playing for two, and that sacrifices had to be made. It was that thought that pulled me out of my guilt, and my wand was aimed directly at her lungs. It was either going to be me or her, and I chose the latter. I performed impervious, I could see from her face that she was drowning from the water filling up her lungs. That's how she died, slowly and painfully, from Lestrange's accounts of what I did, the Dark Lord welcomed me in, like a father to his lost daughter."

"Did Dumbledore know what you did?"

"If he did, then he didn't question me about it... Afterwards, the Dark Lord thought it best to have two spies, since Severus was close to being found out. And I was fresh from Hogwarts, training to become a healer, it was a perfect rouge. For a year I gave information to him, till the death of Dumbledore."

"While you kept me on your isle, what information did you give him? Because if I am correct, your mission was to spy on me." Cassandra was restless, and all this talking was getting them no where, but if he wanted to know everything then she will tell him all. Getting up she started to walk a little here and there.

"I gave him information on the Ministry of Magic. I was a healer, and was called in many times to tend to the wounded. The minister wasn't so keen on keeping information that was vital to the light side quiet. Even his commanders were stupid enough to tell me their plans, while I tended to a relative or a sickness of theirs. That's why the ministry were so happy to have you back, since your disappearance they lost every battle, and many wizarding villages were being occupied by werewolves. And it was my information that got Malfoy and those pathetic death eaters out of Azkaban. The Dark Lord was very happy with my work."

"Then why didn't you give him, what he wanted? Me." She stopped, and turned her head her face was drawn.

"Because Dumbledore made me-" Anguish filled her eyes, "he made me promise that when he died, I was to finish your studies. I was to help you in every possibly way to find the horcruxes, and to protect you till you were ready." Harry thought over what she said, his eyes widen in shock at Dumbledore's prediction of his death. Did he know that he was walking to his death, as we flew to Hogwarts?

"You could still had given me up! Why keep a promise to someone who was dead? It's not like you cared for him." Walking up to the desk, she raised her hand to hit him, but thought otherwise and slammed her fist to the desk, with the force the desk creaked and moaned.

"You think I didn't care for him? He took care of me when I had no family left! My grandpere died when I was in my fifth year, both my parents killed by aurors, and no other relatives to care for me. Wizarding orphanages wouldn't hear of having a girl with such a bad history into their buildings..." Turning around she kept her pacing once more, holding her hand that she slammed the desk with to her chest. "I was underage, and the ministry was frantic on where I was to be placed. Left and right they were denied in giving me room and boarding in an orphanage... Then he came. The last month of school and O.W.L's done. He told me he found a room for me in Diagon Alley, and there I stayed."

"But I knew why he did that, to keep me to him as close as possible... The Dark Lord was recruiting, looking for those that had once served him. My name would be the first, to see if his mentor had survived all these years, and if not to look for his decendents... From then on I guess I played into his plans... I was given occulmency training, I was to relearn the dark arts that I was taught in my young age, and to start to make another me. A darker, sinister, and willing servant of the Dark Lord... I owed him my life, what better gift then what he gave me?" She had already sat back down during her little talk, her eyes fixed on Harry who was starring right back. Violet and green clashed together. His thoughts swam through like a movie reel. Dumbledore kept her away from the Dark Lord, only to prepare her to face him as a double agent. That didn't sound like him, but then again Dumbledore had many secrets.

"Did Snape know you were also a spy?"

"Not then. To him I was another of those deatheaters trying to gain the Dark Lord's attention, and he was too busy with his problems as it is. Your year was almost up, and Draco was failing, Severus always spoke on Draco's behalf. But... If I knew what the Dark Lord had ordered him to do..." Letting on a small chuckle, "The day before he died, he said 'after all, to the well- organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.' Sometimes I think he knew what was going to happen..."

The silence that followed was long, but apporpriate for both of them.

"That same thought has crossed my mind as well, many times." Harry whispered, Cassandra gave him a tired smile. "What's going to happen Cassandra?" He knew that she had used occulmency during their conversation, and he had allowed her to. Yet he did vise versa, scanning her memories of the layout of the manor, hidden doors, and a passage way to Voldemort's private rooms.

"You know full well what I need to do..."She got up and walked over to the fireplace, she conjured him a fire and threw a handful of floo powder into it, as the fire turned a light green, she turned to Harry with a sad smile. "I am what I am, Potter. Someone has to be." She whispered her whereabouts, and entered the fireplace, at once the fire went out. Harry stood there for some time, and started for the door.

Lifting his wand the screen that covered the portraits were lifted, and the candles went out. Closing the door behind him, he stood there questioning weather he should place the charms up. Thinking against it turned and proceed back to his room, to his wife one last time.