DISCLAIMER: Look at your copy of Harry Potter. Whose name is at the bottom? Definitely not mine—though mine is inside the cover. Does that count? Sadly, I think not.
A/N: Helloooo! I am starting to get frustrated with myself for updating so late. I promised you guys updates every Saturday, and I haven't been true to that promise lately. I'm really sorry, everyone. But I have an excuse: my laptop broke. I would have gone to the repair shop like a sensible person, but, you know, repair shops aren't "essential" (if you don't live in America, that probably won't make much sense to you). So, I had to wait to write and I sincerely apologize.
Anyway, we are fast approaching the one hundred favorites mark! I can't believe it has already been over two months since I posted this story. It feels like only yesterday I was writing about Cass almost falling from her Thoughtful Tree…maybe that's because Rose almost fell in the last chapter. Anyway, please enjoy the chapter and, as always, feel free to leave a review!
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It was amazing how vastly the weather could change in a single day. Yesterday, it had been nice, if cold, for the Quidditch match. Now, Cass noticed with excitement, snow was falling to the ground in a gentle flurry. She was sitting on the windowsill in her dormitory, wrapped tightly in a blanket, the cold seeping through from the outside and chilling her bum.
"Brooke!" she called excitedly, looking over to her friend's sleeping form. "It's snowing!"
Brooke grumbled something along the lines of, "Yay…will there be marmalade?"
"Whatever weird dream you're having about jam, wake up from it!" Cass commanded with an air of bossiness before jumping from the windowsill to the floor and putting her heavy blanket on her bed. Cass went to the loo to dress, and when she came out, Brooke was staring around wearily with a red mark on her face. Her hair was sticking up in all directions, and Cass struggled to hold in a laugh, knowing it would only earn her a grumpy earful.
Pauline was in her bed, her hood on her head, and reading a Muggle novel, paying no attention to Cass or Brooke. Surprise, surprise, Cass thought. She recognized the book her roommate was reading, though, so she said, "The Hobbit? I love Tolkien."
Pauline made a big show of putting the book down and burrowing under her covers. Cass was used to it by now, so she turned to Brooke, who was stumbling over to her chest of drawers to pull out her robes.
"It's cold outside—snowing, actually," Cass repeated; she didn't think Brooke had heard her earlier.
"Okay…?"
Cass sighed. "So, you might want to put on warm clothes." Brooke was obviously not fully awake yet.
"Got it." Her friend walked to the bathroom, stumbling and yawning loudly.
Cass herself had her most insulated pants on under the standard Hogwarts robes. She had also wrapped a scarf around her neck, and stowed fuzzy mittens in her pockets.
While she waited for Brooke to get dressed, Cass sat on her bed and drew her wand. She peered quickly at Pauline; the quiet girl was under her blankets, bundled so tightly that Cass couldn't see even a sliver of her body. Satisfied Pauline wouldn't see her, she muttered "Wingardium Leviosa," moving her wand in a sharp swish before giving it a small flick.
A pillow rose from her mattress into the air, making Cass smile. Immediately, she dropped her wand onto the bed, and the pillow fell with it. "Wingardium Leviosa!" she murmured again, focusing with all her might to make the pillow float. It gave a small twitch, and even that may have been her imagination. Well, fine. Be that way! Cass thought to it with a scowl.
Brooke stepped out of the restroom. She was wearing her black robes, a scarf, and a ski cap. All traces of sleep were gone from her face, and she now wore an expression of excitement. "If we have a snowball fight, I'm going to be on your team."
Cass grinned. "I love snowball fights!"
A muffled sound came from the ball of blankets where Pauline was isolating herself. It sounded suspiciously like, "Get out!"
"Cass, did you hear that Merlin-awful noise? Should we be concerned something is dying?" Brooke asked with a fake tremor. The two hadn't been on the best of terms ever since Cass stopped Brooke from starting a fight with Pauline.
She shot her friend an exasperated look. "Have a nice day, Pauline. Enjoy your book," she said with sincerity. "And don't mind Brooke—she's a bit cranky in the morning." Not that Pauline didn't know that. They all slept in the same room, after all.
Brooke frowned at her, but followed Cass out the room wordlessly. As they went down the stairs to the common room, though, she said, "Cass, c'mon. It was just a joke!" A pair of fourth-year girls passed them. "And I am not cranky in the morning!" Brooke added indignantly.
"Yes, you are," Cass said promptly. "And you shouldn't egg her on like that."
"But the girl's a complete nutcase—"
Cass whipped her head around sharply to glare at Brooke. "Maybe she is going through something!" she snapped. She probably isn't, but Brooke shouldn't call her that.
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh, maybe." The way she said it made Cass believe that she didn't think that at all.
Deciding to move on to less anger-inducing topics, Cass said, "Okay, you're gonna be on my team. Who else?"
They reached the door leading to the common room. As she opened it, Brooke said, "Rose…and Cyrene, reckon she'll have some sort of elaborate strategy planned out."
"I can strategize," Cass said, feigning hurt.
"Yeah, 'cause you can See what the other team is going to do."
"I could so plan something without Seeing it."
"Whatever, O' Wise One," Brooke mocked, stepping through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"I prefer 'O' Wise and Beautiful' actually, if you don't mind," Cass shot back, smiling. "Would you like for Marcell to be on our team?"
Brooke made a face. "Ugh, Mr. Slytherin-is-superior? No way."
Cass pressed her lips together, thinking of how the two had argued yesterday. In truth, she had just suggested the Slytherin boy to get a reaction from Brooke.
In the Great Hall, Cass and Brooke sat down in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. Spotting Rose, Janelle, and Bello at the Hufflepuff table, Cass waved to them, gesturing to her mittens, trying to say, 'Are you going to go in the snow?'
Janelle seemed to understand. She nodded excitedly and flashed her a smile. Cass gave her the thumbs-up and turned to her food. A loud shriek of, "Cass!" made her jump. Without turning around, she knew it was the two fifth-year girls, Lavender and Parvati. If the annoying shriek didn't give it away, the vision Cass received of the two girls did. She groaned and gave Brooke a grimace. Her friend took no notice, as an amused smile was already forming on her lips.
"Cass! Did you predict the outcome of the game yesterday?" Parvati asked earnestly, sitting next to Cass. Lavender dropped down on her other side.
"Only at the end…" Cass replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
"Merlin! That's brilliant!" Lavender said enthusiastically.
"Yeah…" Cass was thinking hard, trying to come up with a way to make them leave. An idea formed, and she suppressed a grin. "Did you hear?"
Immediately, both girls straightened. "What?" they asked in unison.
"Oh, I thought you knew…" Cass said, shrugging.
"Cass, what do you mean?" Lavender asked, all ears for any gossip.
"No, if you don't know…you'll have to ask someone else, it is not my secret to tell," Cass said, refraining from bursting out laughing at the fifth-year's complete looks of seriousness.
"Cass, you can tell us. We won't tell anybody!" Parvati promised. Yeah, uh-huh, Cass thought.
"No, I promised I wouldn't say anything. You'll have to ask around."
Sighing heavily, both girls rose from the bench and walked away, shooting Cass half-sour, half-pleading looks as they went.
"What's the news, Cass?" Brooke asked.
Cass snorted. "No idea."
Brooke gave a loud giggle. "How in Merlin's name did you get into the chivalrous House? Leading poor Larvati and Pavender on a wild goose chase. Shame!"
"Lavender and Parvati, Brooke. And you can't be talking—you just called our roommate a nutcase!"
"Well, that was only a moment of rudeness…nothing, really…"
"Uh-huh, a moment. You wanted to pick a fight earlier," Cass said.
"Okay, okay, who are we to question the Sorting Hat?" Brooke backtracked. Triumphant, Cass poked her fork through her eggs and took a bite.
After breakfast, Cass made her way over to the Slytherin table to talk to Sarah and Marcell, Brooke doing the same to Rose, Janelle, and Bello. "Good morning, slyest of Slytherins," Cass said by way of greeting.
Sarah laughed. "Please, Marcell couldn't be sly if his life depended on it."
Marcell opened his mouth furiously, but Cass didn't let him speak. "So, we're planning on going out in the snow. Do you guys want to join us?"
"Who's 'we?' Better not be Brooke—" Marcell began, a sour look on his face.
Cass scowled at him. "It is Brooke—and Janelle, Rose, Bello, and Cyrene," she said. He narrowed his eyes at her and turned his head away in an overdramatic manner. Cass spared him no attention. "Sarah, would you like to come?"
"I would. I hope that I have Brooke for a teammate," Sarah replied. Cass shot her a grin as she walked to the Ravenclaw table to invite Cyrene. A sudden prick behind her eyes made her stumble.
A girl with dark, curly hair was walking down an aisle between two crowded tables. A burst of light raced towards her, erupting out of the wand of a girl with brown hair…
Cass nimbly stepped to the side, and the Tripping Hex zoomed past her and hit a pitcher of orange juice, splashing the sticky liquid over a poor second-year Hufflepuff. She glanced towards the staff table. Professor Sinistra had a frown on her face, but no one else seemed to notice. Cass turned sharply on her heel and found Sasha looking at her. She gave the Princess a sweet, innocent smile and tapped her temple with her pointer finger. The Slytherin girl looked outraged, and her handmaidens, as Cass liked to call them, were trying to stare imperiously at her. Princess just couldn't help herself, she thought to herself. Sasha had gotten in trouble with the Slytherins yesterday for throwing a curse at one of their fifth-years, Parkinson. Of course, the curse had been meant for Cass. She supposed Sasha was just trying again. She's going to be trying for a long time.
Cyrene was deep in conversation with a Ravenclaw fifth-year at the Ravenclaw table. Cass recognized the fifth-year from the D.A. meetings, but couldn't put a name to the face. They seemed to be talking about spellcrafting, something Cass knew very little about.
"Er, sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you would like to go outside in the snow with us, Cyrene?" Cass said.
"Oh…" Cyrene seemed surprised Cass was there. It took her a second to answer. "…yes!" she said excitedly.
"Great, I'll see you in the courtyard!" Cass said.
Cass walked out of the Great Hall with Brooke, Rose, and Janelle; Bello was going to put on extra robes (something Brooke had teased him about). She took her mittens from her pocket and slid them on. She tied her scarf on tighter and pulled her hair out to spill over her shoulders. Still, when they walked outside, the cold blast shocked her, almost immediately making her shiver and turning her nose into an ice cube. A thick layer of snow covered the ground; there were multiple tracks indented into it.
As soon as Brooke's toe stepped into the courtyard, she kneeled down and began gathering snow for a snowball. She had her eyes on Rose, who was beginning to construct a snowman with Janelle. Cass watched for a second, debating on warning the Metamorphmagus or letting the inevitable snowball fight unfold. But then another option came to her.
She reached into her robes and pulled out her silver wand. She waited for the perfect moment, ready to cast the spell as soon as the snowball left Brooke's gloved hand. Almost…Brooke was drawing her arm back…one more second…NOW!
The icy ball left Brooke's fingers, Cass shouting, "Wingardium Leviosa!" at the exact same moment. By some miracle, Cass's spell hit Brooke's snowball, making it stop in midair. Drawn by her yelling, Rose and Janelle turned away form their quarter-built snowman, looks of confusion on their faces.
"Wha-? I—CASS!" Brooke spluttered, whipping her head furiously to glare at Cass. But she wasn't paying attention to Brooke. Her eyes were on the snowball that hovered in the middle of the courtyard. Cass narrowed her brows in concentration, shushing Brooke's angry remark. Fast as can be, Cass let go of the Levitation Charm, casting the Knockback Jinx as soon as possible after. The four first-years watched with fascination as her jinx hit the snowball and made it implode, sending bits of snow in every direction.
"That's not what I wanted to happen," Cass said. "I wanted it to go flying back towards Brooke."
Brooke harrumphed loudly, flicking a bit of snow off the shoulder of her robes. "Okay, Cass this isn't the D.—"
"BROOKE!" Cass, Janelle, and Rose interrupted in unison. That girl is going to get us in trouble one day, Cass thought, her eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard Brooke almost mention Dumbledore's Army. Thankfully, no one had. The first-years were in a little corner of the courtyard; the cheerful shrieks of laughter coming from the other students covered Brooke's slip.
"—Doom's Day training. Merlin, what is with you guys?" Brooke finished with a fake note of innocence in her voice. Despite her naïve tone, she had a distinct look of guilt on her face.
Janelle, bless her, changed the subject (which probably wasn't necessary as no one was paying attention to them). "Hey, there's Sarah, Marcell, and Cyrene!"
The Slytherins and the Ravenclaw were making their way over to them. Cass heard Brooke mutter, "Stun me now, please." She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at her friend's glum expression. She figured now, fresh off stopping her snowball attack, was not a great time to be laughing at Brooke.
"What'd we miss?" Sarah asked as they arrived next to Cass.
"Cass bloody blew up a snowball, that's what," Brooke said huffily.
"How? Tell me your exact wand movement. Or was it a mundane method?" Cyrene demanded.
"Wicked, teach me," Marcell said.
"What…? You guys only left a few minutes before us…" said Sarah, a look of befuddlement on her face.
Cass shrugged sheepishly, but, privately, she found the range of her friends' reactions funny. "I just cast Wingardium Leviosa on it after Brooke threw it towards Rose—"
"Hey, you were chucking snowballs at me?!" Rose exclaimed.
"Not right now, Cass is explaining something important!" Brooke said hurriedly.
"…threw it towards Rose, and then threw the Knockback Jinx at it. I wanted it to hit Brooke, but it just sort of…exploded instead," Cass continued.
"Neat!" Brooke said, smiling enthusiastically. Cass wasn't sure if she was just trying to avoid talking about throwing a snowball at Rose or if she was genuinely excited at the thought of making ice shatter. Knowing her friend, Cass supposed it was the latter.
Brooke shoveled snow into her cupped hand, shaped it into a ball, and threw it high up in the air. She aimed her wand at the ascending snowball and fired the Knockback Jinx at it. She missed by a wide margin, instead hitting a stone gargoyle outside the window of the Gryffindor common room. A chunk of rock broke off it and fell to the snow with a soft thud, burrowing deep into the ice. Ron stuck his head out the window, probably wondering what the loud noise had been. The snowball Brooke had thrown landed on his red head, dunking him in icy snow. Even from the courtyard, the first-years could hear the fifth-year's curse.
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, Brooke. You've gone and vandalized school property," Cass deadpanned.
"And hit Weasley," Marcell added, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"Well, go on. You try, Mr. Big Head," Brooke snapped.
"Big head?" Marcell echoed. "You shouldn't be talking. I'm surprised you found a cap big enough to fit around yours."
"Marcell!" chorused Sarah and Janelle in a very chastising manner.
"Bello's here!" Rose said suddenly. The boy was bundled tightly, and in every way possible. He had on at least two pairs of mittens, three layers of clothing, and two scarves. He also wore pink, fuzzy earmuffs.
"Merlin help us!" Brooke said, bringing her hand to her face.
"Shush, Brooke. Hey, Bello!" Cass said, waving to the Hufflepuff. He made his way over to the gathered first-years, his thick padding causing him to waddle like a penguin. Rose and Brooke were visibly struggling to keep grins off their faces—the corners of their mouths twitched up and down repeatedly.
"Hello, Bello," Cyrene greeted politely. She had the decency not to laugh. Bello smiled back at her, but it looked more like a scowl the way his teeth chattered.
All of a sudden, Cass ducked nimbly, and Marcell's snowball flew over her head and hit Brooke square in the face.
"Why you little—" Splat! Another snowball hit Brooke, this time thrown by Rose.
"That's for trying to hit me earlier!" The Metamorphmagus called from behind the cover of her partially constructed snowman. In the blink of an eye, a full-fledged war broke out between the first-years. It was a free-for-all; there were no teams, just pandemonium. Cass managed to dodge most of the flying balls of ice, but she couldn't See everywhere at once. Soon, cold snow had wormed its way into her socks and robes, where it was melting uncomfortably.
Somehow, she ended up throwing snowballs with Sarah; they were facing off against Janelle and Cyrene. Poor Bello was somewhere behind Cass, struggling fruitlessly to get up. Bundled up as he was, he didn't seem to have any freedom of movement; he was just waving his arms uselessly.
Cass dodged an ice missile and focused on distracting Cyrene and Janelle while Sarah built up a snow wall to protect them from the cold projectiles. A few meters to the left of Cass, Brooke, Rose, and Marcell were locked in a three-way battle.
The wall was almost as tall as Cass was kneeling down, so she ducked behind it and began to pack snow into it more tightly with Sarah. "Hold on, I'm going to go help Bello!" Cass said. Sarah nodded, breathless and exhilarated.
Cass kept low to the ground as she ran over to Bello. Her fingers felt numb, and she shivered furiously. But she managed to drag Bello to his feet and run back over to their shelter with him in tow. By the time she got back, Brooke had joined Cyrene's and Janelle's team, and Rose and Marcell had joined forces. Both groups were now frantically building shelters of their own. Cass noticed with amusement that Rose had changed her hair to pure white, making it blend in with the snow.
"Bello, try digging into the snow! Like a trench!" Cass suggested, chucking a snowball at Cyrene's golden head. The Ravenclaw was busy throwing a snowball at Marcell, so she didn't see Cass's coming. It hit her, making bits of ice spray all over her hair.
Bello nodded fervently and began to shovel snow away from the ground. Cass and Sarah took the snow he dug up and used it to make another wall of ice to protect the flank open to Rose's team. Her mittens were soaked, but she didn't care. She was having the time of her life.
"Cass, didn't you make a snowball explode with the Knockback Jinx?" Sarah asked suddenly, a devious gleam in her brown eyes. She was eyeing the snow walls the other teams were building.
"Why, yes, I did," Cass replied, catching on.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do…" Sarah explained an elaborate plan to her and Bello, getting hit with snow more than once while she talked. Cass added a few things to it, and Bello suggested something, and then the plan was complete. "So, we're all clear on what to do?" Sarah confirmed once they'd finished plotting.
"Yes!" chorused Cass and Bello.
"On my mark, I can See the best time to do it…" Cass said. After a few seconds of concentration, she shouted, "Now!"
Cass and Sarah sent Knockback Jinxes spinning towards the other teams' snow walls. The barricades of snow were shoved backwards by her teammates spells, and it hit the people cowering behind them in a spectacular shower of ice. Then all three of them rushed away from their base and begin sending snowballs in every direction, laughing hysterically and panting hard. The looks of utter shock on the other first-years' faces made Cass double over with laughter, consequently getting her pelted with ice.
The rest of the morning passed with much wetness and flying ice (and quite a bit of laughter, too). At one point, Cass ended up working with Cyrene, and the two of them together came up with such an intricate plan of attack that the other teams never stood a chance. At lunch, everyone sat at the Hufflepuff table. All in all, it was one of the best snow days Cass had ever had.
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The month of November passed quickly for Cass. She continued to search for her parents amidst old genealogy books, dusty yearbooks, and through visions that seemed to be coming more and more frequent. She Saw the red-haired girl most often, but, sometimes, she got a glimpse of dark locks that she assumed belonged to her father; they were almost exactly the same shade of hers. In every vision she had of her parents, whether it be while awake or while dreaming, she felt a sense of…missing. It was like the final piece of a puzzle was absent, lost. And throughout the entire month, Cass never found that crucial bit, never seemed to come close. It frustrated her to no end, eventually driving her to take a break from the search, if only for a few weeks or so.
Shortly after the fun-filled snow day, a new teacher arrived. New to Cass, at least. The older students seemed to recognize him. Hagrid was his name, and she had never seen someone so big. It made her curious; was he just really large, or was he part-giant? In any case, Cass didn't see him much. He taught an elective called Care of Magical Creatures, which was only available to third-years and up. She thought this was unfair; why couldn't first-years take electives?
Her classes were going well—except for one: Defense Against the Dark Arts. Umbridge seemed to know there was some sort of secret club going on, but she didn't have proof. The entirety of Cass's Defense class was spent focusing on being as innocent and non-suspicious as possible. Sometimes, she braved practicing wandless magic—not really practicing so much as muttering incantations that had absolutely no effect at all. Well, not exactly. One time, she had managed to lift something wandlessly. The joyous, triumphant feeling had been dampened slightly by the fact that it had been Umbridge's chair that she levitated. The rest of that class had been filled with the toad interrogating all the students, and it had been all Cass could do not to crack under the pressure. She hadn't practiced wandless magic in that class again, on the off chance it did something.
In D.A., Harry had introduced dueling. He drew two names from a hat, and whoever had their name drawn had to duel. The only catch was that Harry didn't separate the first-years from the older students. He had said, "I know it's not a fair match, but neither is you against a Death Eater." All of the first-years had paled at that, so Harry had hurriedly reassured them that it wasn't likely that a Death Eater would attack a small first-year. But Cass knew it was a possibility and pushed herself that much harder.
She finally mastered the Seize and Pull Charm, a spell that not many other students had bothered to learn. However, she saw the usefulness of it, and it paid off in duels. Her very first one had been against a Ravenclaw named Cho Chang. The older girl had, of course, wiped the floor with her, but Cass had lasted the longest out of all the first-years (something she was very proud of). In the middle of November, Marcell had joined their little first-year group, but, to his dismay, he was far behind everyone except Bello, since he had joined last. That didn't stop him from acting like the best though, something that was met with eyerolls from every other first-year.
The second week of December, Cass heard her name drawn from the hat while doing the wandless magic exercise. Then Harry's name got drawn. "Aww man, I'm gonna get pummeled," she muttered under her breath. Rose gave her a sympathetic look while she stood and walked to the middle of the room.
The Weasley twins were chortling in a corner, watching the upcoming duel with anticipation. What if I were to hex you, huh? Bet that would wipe those evil smirks off your faces, Cass thought towards them. However, she said nothing, just lifted her chin at them and drew her wand.
Harry was drawing his wand. Hermione counted the duel down. "Three…two…one…"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Impedimenta!"
Cass didn't last five seconds before she hit the ground hard, even though she knew Harry had been holding back. She lay there, sprawled on the ground and panting for breath. For a second, her eyes met Harry's. An electric shock seemed to zap her body, and her vision flickered.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything—" a female voice was pleading.
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" That voice. It was unnaturally cold. Evil.
A red-haired girl stood protectively in front of a baby boy, a defiant look on her face, even with that—unnaturalness—near her. Her face…it was so, so familiar…
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of bright green light arced towards the woman, sending her tumbling to the side. Her scream was cut short, but it still chilled the Seer's bones. The wailing of a baby filled her eardrums and pain erupted in spots of light behind Cass's eyes…
Cass blinked away hot tears, still on the floor of the Room of Requirement. What had that been? "Cass, are you okay?" Harry asked with a look of guilt and worry on his face. He was extending a hand to her, so she took it and rose shakily to her feet. Her mind was spinning, trying to understand what she had just Seen. The girl…it had been the exact same girl from all of her visions…that was impossible.
"Bloody hell, Harry, take it easy on the poor girl," Ron said, pulling Cass out of her stupor. She glared at the fifth-year; she was not poor anything.
Harry was still looking at her with concern. "Are you okay?" he repeated.
"Yeah, fine. I was expecting to be beaten, but jeez, Harry," Cass replied, hoping her voice did not betray the emotions inside her. What those emotions were, she couldn't tell. But confusion was definitely mixed in there somewhere.
Harry smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Cass. I didn't mean to—"
"It's fine, Harry. Don't apologize," Cass interrupted. Her face was starting to go red; she knew she was going to be beat, but not so spectacularly. Embarrassed, she walked back over to the other first-years. She was greeted by Brooke's loud guffawing and Rose's sympathy. She accepted Rose's kind comments with a smile and a shrug, then glared at Brooke until her fellow Gryffindor stopped laughing. Almost.
Cyrene was looking at her with a question clearly written on her face. Cass understood; maybe her tone had convinced most people, but Cyrene knew—or at least, suspected—she had a vision. Cass shook her head, trying to say, 'I don't want to talk about it.' The Ravenclaw seemed to get her message.
Later that night, Cass lie awake in the darkness of her dormitory. Her mind was going in circles and she was completely, hopelessly confused. Of course she knew about Harry's parents' deaths. You couldn't live almost four months in the wizarding world and not know about that fateful Halloween night. She even knew that Lily Potter, Harry's mum, had been a redhead. But she had never made that connection to her red-haired woman. And she wasn't making it now. But why had she been having visions of Harry's mother for the last few months? A small voice in the back of her head whispered the obvious. But Cass shot that down almost immediately, because it was impossible. There was no bloody way Lily Potter was her…she didn't finish that thought. Then why did she keep getting visions of her? Why did she feel so connected to her?
Cass slept fitfully that night, and woke up with the same questions bouncing around in her tired, befuddled mind.
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A/N: Hmmmm…strange. What is going on here? If you're reading this in the future, when I have already finished this story, consider yourself lucky—and feel bad for the poor chaps that have to wait for an update.
