Scuttling Through Fate

I do not own Harry Potter.

This is in reply to 'mysterioustgexpert's reverse animagus challenge. If interested, see him. Also, if anybody needs inspiration, search the title of your favorite franchise and add the word 'challenge.' This sight is home to some lazy geniuses. With all that out of the way, on with the show.

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After that job so many years ago- had it really already been twenty years?- Newt had taken it upon himself to unofficially adopt the young girl he had named Casses. The little lady was an enigma to him. She seemed so innocent, but had a rebellious streak a mile across. He had been teaching her as much as he could and it seemed to all sink in, but it also seemed to never end. After twenty years she still seemed only about the age of eleven or so. Even more suspicious, she would always disappear at night.

Sure, she always came back, but it always left him weary. She wasn't under any records of existence and she wasn't legally his so he couldn't go to the ministry for help. It was always stressful. Then, poof, she was back before morning.

When the time came for Newt to reveal his daughter to the wizarding world he told her she would have to find her place in this world. The first thing she did was go to Diagon Alley, her 'father' guiding her the whole way. Olivander quickly found her a wand - Applewood, eleven and one half inches, pliant - and he seemed almost pleased that he had gotten to sell it.

Apparently apple wood was a good choice for her because as soon as they got to Gringotts she started speaking Gobbledegook. Suffice to say, she left with a bank account that was a little fuller than it should have been. (As well as several offers for apprenticeship.)

Flourish and Blott's was well received but Eyelop's Owl Emporium didn't go as smoothly. Owls really did not like her… Or cats… Or toads… or really anything that wasn't an arachnid. Oh well, can't be perfect at everything.

And then they got to Madam Malkin's…

A bell rang through the store as the main door opened. A warm voice called out, "Welcome to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. How may I help you?" The elderly woman smiled at them honestly. Casses didn't pay her any mind which slightly disheartened the taylor until she saw what caught the girl's attention.

Newton chuckled as Casses went to inspect the cloth that lay around her. She wasn't interested in the default robes. She was looking through the spools of material all around her. Newt looked to the good Madam. "I'm sorry. My daughter has always had a thing for silk."

Casses was very critical about her materials. She would run a finger over each spool, only to frown when it didn't meet her standards. The color, the texture, the thickness, all of these things were on her mind. Finally, her finger crazed a spool of silver silk.

"That one." She turned back to Madam Malkin with a smile. Both adults looked at her. "Of course. If I may ask, why that one," Madame Malkin asked.

"The grain won't rip easily and I like the color." Newt smiled. She was finding her calling after all. Madam Malkin was considering the potential this visit held.

"What is your name again?"

"Casses, mam."

"Well Casses, how would you like to learn here, from me?"

Casses spent the next fifteen years under the tutelage of Madam Malkin and the good tailor witch all but adopted her. During that time Newt had managed to fall in love and have a young boy with a woman named Porpentina who would be attending Hogwarts in a couple years. Coincidentally, she ha learned enough from Madam Malkin that she was recommended to go to Hogwarts as personal student and assistant to one Fillius Flitwick.

She was there when the Marauders were sorted. She was there when Severus Snap was doting over Lily Evans. She was there when Remus Lupin first turned into a werewolf. She was there when the marauders graduated. She was there when little Hadrian was born. She was there when the Potters…

Now she spends her days as the current caretaker of Arachne Robes in Nocturne Alley. She lives everyday in monotony. Nobody comes for personal visits. She doesn't go out for personal visits. Her job is her life. She waits for something to break the monotony, just like a certain young boy who is assumed missing.

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And that is the end of Casses's backstory for now. Next chapter we have Harry being introduced. Thanks for being patient, review, and I'll see you next chapter.