Cassandra looked at the destroyed door and ruined living room furniture. Her mind raced until she saw Harry with a shocked expression on his face and a strange woman in her living room.

"Cassandra, I can explain…."

"Who is she, Harry? Is this why you have been acting strange?" she slammed the bag down.

"Harry, you haven't told her?"

"Tell me what?" rage building inside her.

"Hermione and I are having an affair…." Harry hated to lie. He would rather have Cassandra hate him for something other than telling her that his whole life was a lie. Hermione gasped then glared at Harry.

"This is why you been avoiding me? You son of a bitch! I gave you three years of marriage and you just throw it away on this bitch?"

"Look, it's not what you think." Hermione bravely stated.

"Shut up! No wonder why you didn't want to go to England. You would be tempted to see your little bitch on the side!" Harry closed his eyes as he heard the hurtful words fly out of his wife's mouth. "And you…." she turned to Hermione. "what, couldn't be satisfied with a single man?"

"Harry, please tell her the truth!"

"I can't!"

"What the fuck is going on? The damn door is missing…Harry, please?"

"You have to sit down…."

"Harry, I am trying not to rip your damn head off! I don't know what to believe. I really like to see you explain this shit." she let out a humorless chuckle.

Cassandra sat on the couch and crossed her arms. Hermione could feel how much Cassandra wanted to hurt her. She hoped Harry would finally tell his wife the truth. She noticed that neither of their wands were hidden.

"Cassandra, Hermione and I are not having an affair…." he took a deep breath. "She's my friend. I met her at a school called Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school for children with magical powers. I'm telling you the truth." he heard her let out a humorless chuckle.

"Are you high? First you tell me you're screwing Herny…."

"Hermione."

"Whatever! And now you make up some bullshit story about meeting her at some magic school? You need help, Harry."

"Look, just listen to me! This is why I never told you this because you would've thought I was mad."

"You're damn right! That had to be the craziest excuse I ever heard. God, why did I marry your ass in the first place?" she jumped off the couch.

"He's telling the truth!"

"Did I ask you?"

Before Harry could think, he raised his wand and said a spell. Cassandra saw her husband holding some stick and her eyes went wide once each piece of the door started to move and piece together. Harry moved the wand in the direction of the doorframe and placed the newly restored door back into the frame. He glanced over at his stunned wife. Cassandra collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Cassandra! Cassandra, sweetheart…please wake up." a relieved sigh escaped his lips as he saw his wife gain consciousness.

"Where am I?"

"You fainted."

"What just happened? What the hell is in your…oh God."

"Harry, we have to use the Obliviate spell."

"Obliviate?"

"We have to erase your memory of seeing anything magical."

"The hell you are! Harry, when in the hell were you going to tell me you had magical powers?"

"I…I'm so sorry, Cassandra."

"You're sorry! You lied to me for years and all you can say is sorry?"

"Harry lookout!" Hermione screamed.

Harry turned his head to see a group of Death Eaters with their wands out ready to attack. He grabbed Cassandra by her waist and flew over the couch. Her eyes bulged as she saw what she thought was men in black robes and silvery masks. Hermione threw out a curse and dived behind a chair. Cassandra saw bright lights emit from the wands in every direction.

Hermione hit one Death Eater while Harry tried with all his stamina to protect Cassandra. Hermione made her way from the chair and ran to the couch to meet Harry. Suddenly, Cassandra felt her body being pulled from the floor and the sensation of being twisted and stretched. Everyone collapsed in a field. It looked very unfamiliar for Cassandra.

"I think we are safe for now." Hermione assured Harry and Cassandra.

"What just happened back there? Did you see that? Oh shit, our home!"

"Cassandra, I told you I was telling the truth."

"Now is not the time to say I told you so! How did we get here…where is here?"

"I used a portkey. Cassandra, those were Death Eaters. They are after Harry and any Muggle associated with him."

"Wait, what? What the hell is a Muggle and…Harry, please tell me why they are after you."

"It's complicated."

"Come on. We have to go inside."

"Inside where?" just then she saw a house in the distance.

Cassandra felt her husband carry her and in that moment she noticed she was bleeding. She looked around at her surroundings and noticed she was nowhere near Atlanta. The house looked simple and in the country. She noticed a man with red hair standing in the doorframe with his wand out.

"What the bloody hell happened to you two…who's this?"

"It's good to see you too, Ron." Harry muttered as he slipped past Ron and entered the house with Cassandra. He gently eased her on a chair.

"Where am I?"

"You know when you said you wanted to go to England…."

"You mean I got transported from Atlanta, Georgia to fucking England?"

"Oh, Ron, this is my wife Cassandra. Cassandra, Ron Weasley."

"Wait, you got married? When?"

"Three years ago. I was living in Georgia in the Muggle world and…."

"Hello? You still haven't given me an explanation as to why I am in a different part of the globe and that men in black robes tried to kill me!"

"Sweetheart, please!"

"Don't sweetheart me!" she stood up only to fall down again. "Ow!"

"You're hurt." Harry pointed his wand at her leg.

"What are you going to do?" she saw Harry say a spell and her wound healed instantly. Seconds later, she checked her leg to see the wound had disappeared. "It's gone."

"Cassandra, I need you to trust me from now on. It is very vital that you trust me."

"Okay." she looked around the house and outside the window.

"Do you want anything to drink? Some tea perhaps?"

"No thanks, Hermione. I'm sorry about what I said about you earlier."

"What did she say?" Ron scratched his head.

"Um…I thought Harry was having an affair with Hermione. He lied and said they did."

"What?"

"Don't worry. He only did that so I wouldn't find out he was a wizard. Harry, what's going to happen to our home?"

"I have no idea."

"I think it is safe for now. I'll guess Ron and I need to prepare dinner and leave you two alone."

"What are you talking about? I haven't seen this bloke in ages and you want to make dinner?" Hermione gave him a warning glare. "Fine, I'll help you prepare dinner."

When Hermione and Ron left, Cassandra sat in the chair by the fire. She noticed various pictures on the mantel and was shocked that the pictures moved. Her eyes kept traveling to her healed leg. Harry noticed Cassandra was in total disbelief. He felt so much guilt for not telling her the truth when he first initially met her. There was an awkward silence that hung into the air since Cassandra was too shocked to speak and Harry was so consumed with guilt to talk to her.

"Harry, why were those men…I think they were men…chasing after you?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, tell me. I hate being shut out of your life like this."

"You're not going to like it."

"Please…."

Harry began recounting the tale of his birth and how he got that scar on his forehead. Cassandra listened on as Harry told her about his days at Hogwarts and how there were rumors of Voldemort's return. He went into detail about the life of Voldemort himself. Everything was sinking into her head. She almost cried when she heard about Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore's death. Harry confessed everything that lead to his escape to America.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I don't know. I didn't want you to get involved in my past. I have lost so many people that…I didn't want to lose you for some stupid reason. An ignorant reason."

"You wouldn't think I don't go through the same shit? I'm an African American woman married to a white man, who's not even from America, and we live in the South. I know what it's like for someone to hate you because they are ignorant."

"Cassandra, I need you to be prepared for the worst. It is a very dangerous time and in this world…just promise me."

"I promise." Cassandra paused because she didn't really want to ask the next question. "So, you're a wizard…did you ever cast any spells in Atlanta?"

"Loads of times. I fixed the car, did all the chores when you were gone…."

"Did you ever use magic on me?" Harry blushed at that question.

"Um…you know that time when we were making love and you thought you were floating…."

"You used magic while we were in bed?" she said it a little louder than she intended.

"Not so loud. It was only three times."

"Three times? Like that isn't a big thing? We were having sex!"

"Dinner's ready!" Hermione announced in the living room. That made Cassandra blush with embarrassment. She could see Ron's amused smirk.