To those of you who realized I've already uploaded this chapter, I accidentally deleted it while making an edit. There's a new line at the end that changes the story a bit. Sorry for misleading you, but Chapter 4 is almost ready ;)

~Vision155

Cassandra's POV

I have two kinds of days; the bad days and the really bad days.

This was one of the really bad days.

I'd just spent the last half hour having tea with my mother who just couldn't stop talking about The Boy Who Lived, who just so happened to be starting Hogwarts with me this year. Great. If mom was already rambling on about him before school even started, I assume he's going to 'die' a few times during the next seven years. Mom likes to predict deaths more than anything else, especially those of famous people.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I'd also just met Professor Quirrel, Hogwart's newest Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. Biggest. Wimp. Ever. I don't know how he's going to teach us about the darkest evils of the wizarding world when he can barely stutter his way through a conversation with me, an eleven-year-old girl. So I wasn't in the most pleasant of moods.

After saying goodbye to my mother, I stood up and got out as fast as possible. Which usually isn't a very difficult thing to do, except, of course, when you slam a door in someone's face. Which with my luck, is exactly what I did. After I got over the initial shock of probably breaking that person's nose, I looked down at the victim of my bad mood. And then I just started rambling.

"I am so sorry! I didn't think anyone was there, obviously, and OH MY GOODNESS is your nose broken?! Oh this day just keeps getting worse! And now I've managed to ruin yours too! I truly am sorry sir, I would never intentionally hurt someone like this, that would just be awful, you know, and I don't like violence because it is the main problem in this world, between wars, and terrorism, and…" "Stop!" he finally said, "I'm ok, but I might bleed out right here if you don't calm down!" he joked. "Take deep breaths and count to ten" he added, "and if you still don't believe I'm alright, then you can check."

I finally really looked at him, and I had to admit he was right.

He did seem fine, except for a rapidly swelling right eye, but he didn't seem to give a care. He seemed to be about 15, with chestnut brown hair and striking blue-gold eyes. He was tall and lean, which didn't stop him from being muscular. He was quite handsome. But that didn't matter right now.

"I'm sorry," I said "you're right. I'm sure you're fine, but just to make sure you don't actually bleed out in front of my mother's classroom, I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey, the nurse. And don't argue, because if you died because of me, I'd have to clean up the crime scene, you know. And I just can't stand wasting my time." He seemed quite amused by this. So he agreed to let me take him to Madam Pomfrey, but not before he delivered a package to my mother, which seemed to be why he was here. After completing his very brief task, he followed me to the infirmary. We walked in silence for a while until one of us dared to break it. I was always a coward.

"So what's your name?" he asked me. "Cassandra. What's yours?" He seemed to ponder on that for a while, but then he said "Hermes". "Like the Greek god!" I answered. "Exactly!" he said, sounding extremely pleased. "No one really knows much about Greek mythology these days." "Obviously," I answered, "these wizards are too busy acting like gods to actually open a book and study about real ones." "But not you?" That question took me off guard. No one had ever seemed the least interested in what I thought.

"I don't believe that just because you have magic you are better than everyone else. Power comes in many different forms, and since wizards are too lazy to get up and move their lazy arses, their power will never be what it could be. Meanwhile, the Greek gods accomplished quite a few feats, and although they were not perfect, they somewhat contributed to the world we live in today." He looked at me weirdly. Great, now I'd freaked him out too. But after a while, he just nodded and smiled, which is when I realized we'd reached the infirmary.

And his nose had already healed.