Chapter 3 The Leaky Cauldron Adventures

'Sirius Black,

My name is Cassiopeia Zwart. My mother was Karen Zwart. I have been trying to figure out for the last year how to write this letter.

My mother died when I was young. I honestly don't know when she died, but I've been in the same orphanage for as long as I could remember.

I'm rambling, I tend to do that when I'm nervous.

Even though she's been dead for so long, she's left letters for me in my vault… The one I got last year said that you were my father.

I'm not sure if it's true or not. Maybe you could help clear things up?

This won't help, but I am truly sorry about where you are.

Sincerely, Cassie'

I stared at my final draft on the desk. I had spent a lot of time on it.

Three days.

It took me three days to get a somewhat decent sounding letter. It still sounded terrible to me. But I didn't know who to ask about it.

With a final smack of my 'Fantastic Beasts' book on my head, I left the letter to dry. I grabbed a jacket and my little purse of money. I wanted to get more clothes for sneaking around Hogwarts in. I had mostly dark colored clothes, but now I was on a quest to get black clothes.

I wanted black shorts and shirts, along with black pants for when it gets to cold. I figured black socks wouldn't hurt as well. I left Ariel in the room since I didn't think Tom would appreciate a cat running around the restaurant area.

I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron hotel part and entered the restaurant area.

"Hey Cassie!"

"Morning Cassie!"

"Hello Cassie!"

Many of the patrons recognized me mostly because of my metamorphmagus ability. I greeted everyone who I could remember.

"Where are you off to Cassie?" A woman who was missing all but two teeth asked as I walked by her.

"Off to do some school shopping. I need some clothes I can sneak around in." I leaned to down to whisper it to her with a wink.

She threw her head back and laughed at me.

"Oh you silly girl!" She waved her finger at me.

I quickly made my way out of the back and tapped my wand against the brick wall, I was in Diagon Alley. I should have gone into the muggle world to get the clothes I wanted, but Madam Malkin would probably have a better selection of cloth I could choose from. I wandered around Diagon Alley, checking the different stores for different ideas of what to get Harry for his birthday.

I had told Hermione to just aim for Quidditch things since that was always a good place to look. I had wanted to buy the Firebolt for us. I had seen an advertisement for it and was going to pre-order it for us, but Lancelot, my broom, and Harry's broom haven't done us wrong yet so I figured I would hold off on a new broom.

I was debating on getting the goggles that could go over his glasses. They would keep the sun and rain out of his eyes, and in cloudy conditions they brighten up the field just a little bit. It was either those or a box of sweets.

Since I still had a long time to go, I figured I would wait and see if anything better comes up.

It was a sunny day for once in London and I had taken off my jacket and wrapped the sleeves around my waist. I was wearing a camisole and decided to show off my scars. I slowly lifted the magic on my left arm to show off the black flames that scared me in my first year. I hadn't tried to hide the newest addition on my right collar bone.

That looked like a mess. It was blotchy and had sharp edges, it didn't look like a usual stab wound that's for sure. I winked at a little girl no older than eight when she gasped.

I flickered my hair from pink to orange for her amusement and she tugged on her mom's hand and pointed. I gave a sheepish smile to the woman and flickered my hair again. The mom grinned at the delight of her daughter and nodded her appreciation to me.

I nodded back and decided to get the goggles anyways so I went back to the Quidditch shop.

"Finally going to get them?" The cashier asked when I walked in.

"May as well." I answered with a shrug as I picked up two pairs of goggles.

May as well get one for myself, even though I'm just a reserve it's always good to be prepared for any game day.

The cashier tried to keep his eyes on the transaction, but his eyes couldn't stop wandering over my shoulders and my arm. I just smiled pleasantly at him.

I knew I would get strange looks for my scars. A lot of people are going to think I'm changing myself to look like this, but I'm actually a metamorphmagus and I don't even know what I actually look like.

"Thanks for coming in!" The cashier handed me a bag with my goggles in.

"Thank you!" I said as I walked out into the sunshine.

"Cassie!"

I looked around and was surprised to see Neville waving excitedly. I waved back and he stopped when he saw my arms.

There was a lady next to him who had her nose in the air. She had an awful hat with a bird on it.

"Hello Neville." I greeted him kindly

"Cassie, what's going on with your arms?" Neville asked with concern.

His grandmother finally noticed me and sniffed at my appearance.

"Well this," I raised my left arm with the black flames. "Is from first year and I tried to go through some cursed flames."

Neville gasped and Mrs. Longbottom raised an eyebrow at me.

"And this," I pointed with my chin to my shoulder. "Is from this past year when I was stuck in the Chamber."

Neville gasped again and Mrs. Longbottom furrowed her eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" Neville asked in a worried tone.

"Oh yeah! I'm fine." I smiled at him, hopefully in reassurance.

"What is going on at the school?" Mrs. Longbottom asked, giving my face a scrutinized stare.

"Oh this scar is from my eleventh birthday. My bully gave it to me as a birthday present." I answered cheerfully.

Mrs. Longbottom's jaw dropped and Neville shuffled nervously.

"I have to go, it was lovely to see you again!"I patted Neville's shoulder.

I walked away feeling slightly guilty about the interaction, but she just came off as rude.

I headed into Madam Malkin's shop. There wasn't a whole lot of people in but I wasn't surprised. How school letters haven't been sent out yet so no one was doing any school shopping.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" Madam Malkin was a pale witch with just a few wrinkles along her face.

"I was hoping to be sized for shorts and shirts?" I said as we met each other on the floor.

"I specialize in robes but I can see what I can do for you." Madam Malkin had a twinkle in her eye as she waved her wand.

Black fabric flew from the side of the wall. She had it organized by what looked like color and texture.

"Do you, perhaps, do bras as well?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yes I do." Madam Malkin nodded.

She summoned a curtain that blocked us from view.

I stripped down to my plain white bra and she took my measurements.

"You're a metamorphmagus, right?" She asked as she wrote in a notebook.

"I am." I nodded.

"Do you want to keep the size you are, or do you think you'll… accentuate your bosom?" She asked.

"Um… I think I'm going to keep my size." I blushed lightly at the question.

"Thank you. That is all. Everything should be ready in a week." Madam Malkin waited for me to get decent again removed the curtain.

"Thank you, Madam!" I said with a smile as I paid her.

"Thank you for coming in!" She said as I walked out of the shop.

We are starting off a bit slow and I realize that, but don't worry! Stick with me and you'll be in for the ride of your lives! (Or something like that).

Shout out to iteradnecem for adding this story to your following and favorite list!

The reason why it got uploaded is early is because I am on vacation and we're going to have a full day on Saturday so I figured I'd get this out to you a few hours early rather than a few hours late.