The next morning Cassandra woke to see her husband sleeping next to her. Her mind was still on the events of yesterday. She has never seen anything like that where a person could be hurt just by a flick of the wand. Harry began to stir.

"Good morning, Harry."

"Morning. Cassandra, I'm sorry about yesterday. I've wanted to tell you for so long…."

"Harry, what's done is done. There is no going back. We have to focus on the now."

"I forgot to tell you last night that I was shocked you used the words Muggle and Muggle-born.

"I can't believe I actually understand what a Muggle is."

"I think we should head downstairs. I think Hermione and Ron are waiting downstairs for us."

Cassandra got up from the bed looking at her loaned pajamas. She thought about the state of their home and what will happen if her family asks questions. All these thoughts ran through her mind she didn't know where to begin. The two made their way downstairs to see Ron and Hermione sitting at the table.

"Good morning you two. How did you sleep?"

"I slept well, surprisingly."

"That's brilliant. Harry, you're pretty quiet this morning."

"Uh…I'm a bit worried about our home…."

"Well, Ron and I and decided to go to your house. We wanted to see if there were any Death Eaters lingering about."

"Was it a trap?"

"Shockingly, no. We searched everywhere. Afterwards, I put your house in order so it looks like nothing happened. I decided to bring you some clothes from your house. They're on the table over there if you like."

"Thanks." she saw the suitcases sitting on the table. Hermione opened one of them which had her clothes. "I think I'm going to freshen up before I eat."

Harry decided to stay down and catch up with Ron and Hermione. It was difficult to try to explain his reason for leaving this life behind so many years ago. Harry could sense that something was bothering the two. He knew there was more to the story.

"Hermione, was that the whole story?"

"No. I didn't want to frighten Cassandra. The truth is…your house was destroyed by the Death Eaters and…."

"Bellatrix Lestrange was there holding a picture of you and Cassandra. It looked like a newspaper article announcing your marriage. For years Voldemort has been obsessed with finding you. Many people thought you died, but he somehow felt your presence."

"I still don't know how they found me from all these years."

"There was a spy from the Ministry…apparently he was working as an informant for the Death Eaters as well. After I figured out he was the traitor I tracked you down to warn you."

"Harry, now that Voldemort knows you are alive, he wants you dead. The Order wants to talk to you about fighting in the war."

At those words a lump grew in Harry's throat. He had to face the inevitable and destroy Voldemort forever. Cassandra freshened up and got dressed. As she made her way down stairs she heard the full truth of what happened.

"How dangerous is this Voldemort?"

"Cassandra." Harry's eyes fell upon her. "How long were you there?"

"Long enough. So, all of you were just going to leave me in the dark about everything? You know what, I may be the only motherfucker without magical powers but I at least deserve what the hell I'm getting myself into!"

"Cassandra, it's not like that…."

"Then what is it then? I feel like nobody wants to tell me anything! I love you, Harry! Me finding out about you being a wizard does not change things. I took those marriage vows and I meant that I would be behind you all the way."

"Will you be there? When there's dozens of Death Eaters or Lord Voldemort himself finds us and kills us…will you be there? There is a chance I may die or you may die. I don't want to be responsible if something happened to you."

"I think we should go to London now…." Hermione didn't want to make the conversation anymore awkward than it already was but they had to see the Order.

"Right."

"Cassandra, do you want to come along?"

With a nod, Cassandra agreed to accompany them. She was a bit puzzled as to why they had brooms out. When she saw Ron's broom levitate she knew they were riding the brooms. Hermione climbed behind Ron. Harry mounted his broom and actually missed the sensation of riding the broom. He held his hand out for Cassandra and she looked at him with a scared look in her eyes. His pleading eyes made her melt and she cautiously climbed onto the broom. With a jerk they were into the air. Cassandra closed her eyes and held onto Harry for dear life. She hated flying and being in the air with nothing to protect her made her terrified.

She knew that there was no turning back. She became thrust into the Wizarding world and now she could never go back to her former life. After a minute, Cassandra opened her eyes to them flying above the clouds. It was a stunning sight for her. Harry felt her relax and smiled as her grip loosened. They had arrived in London and her jaw dropped at the lovely view. Though this trip was nowhere near a vacation, she felt like a tourist looking down at the place where her husband lived.

"We're here. Oh, there's Mr. Weasley."

"Harry, is that you?"

"It is." the men embraced. Arthur glanced over at Cassandra. "Oh, this is my wife, Cassandra."

"Nice to meet you. I think my son sent an owl and told us everything that has happened. Well, let's hurry inside!" Arthur said a spell and Cassandra saw the brick building expand. Harry held Cassandra's hand to reassure her that it was okay. She went inside not sure if she was in an actual house or a magical one. She was surprised to see a family of redheads and she knew they were Ron's family.

"For Merlin's sake, Arthur, why do you insist on using magic in the daylight? Harry, it's good to see you. You look so grown up!" Harry felt suffocated in Molly's embrace.

"Harry! Welcome back!" both Fred and George said in unison.

"Hello George, Fred."

"Who is this lovely lady?" Cassandra saw one of the twins stare at her. Ron rolled his eyes at his brother's stupidity.

"You stupid git, this is Harry's wife."

"Harry, you got married?"

"Yes, this is Cassandra."

"Well, welcome to the family…the Wizarding family that is."

"Thanks."

"I feel rude for not introducing myself. I'm Molly, Ron's mother. This is my husband Arthur, my sons Fred and George, Percy, and…where is Ginny?"

"I'm here." Cassandra could she the only female child didn't look too happy to see her. Hermione could also see Ginny's expression.

"Well, make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, That would be nice."

Cassandra felt awkward being in a stranger's house. She looked around the house and saw that the house did not belong to the Weasleys. She noticed Harry was staring at Ginny. That stare scared her to the core. She knew that look. They had history together.

"Where are you from, Cassandra?"

"I'm from Atlanta, Georgia. It's in the South of the United States."

"Fascinating. I bet it was strange for you, Harry, to be in a strange place."

"Sort of…I was practically the only person with an English accent."

"Now, it's the other way around. I'm the only person with an American accent."

"How did you meet, Harry?"

"We met at a club." Cassandra could see everybody's confused expressions.

"Sorry, but what is a club? I'm usually rubbish when it comes to Muggle culture."

"Um…it's a place where people go to dance and drink…."

"It's a ball then?" Arthur was at a loss.

"Uh…not quite. Harry, maybe you can explain it better."

"It's a place where mostly young Muggles go and dance and listen to music. It's sort of like a pub but a bit different." Harry found it amusing how everyone let out a unanimous 'oh'.

"I'm sorry for asking…is this your house?"

"Oh, Merlin no. This here used to be the Black household. Did Harry tell you the story of Sirius Black?" Molly waited until Cassandra nodded her head to continue. "Well, Sirius let the Order hold our meetings here. I'm about to start dinner. Harry, why don't you give Cassandra a tour of the house?" Cassandra got up from her chair and let Harry show her around the house. She thought the place was a bit old and dusty but she dealt with it. Harry stopped in the drawing room where Cassandra saw the Black family tree.

"So this is the Black family…why are some of the faces burned off?"

"Long story. Basically the 'blood traitors' of the Wizarding world."

"That sounds like some bullshit."

"Come on, we should probably go." something alarmed Cassandra on how this room made Harry boil with anger. They were walking when Fred and George stopped them in the hallway.

"Cassandra! We've been looking for you. We hear you work as an editor for a magazine." George used a sugary sweet tone.

"Yeah…."

"Does your job involve interviewing single models?"

"It does sometime. Do you want me to give them your numbers?"

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves! Cassandra, when I was with Ron packing some of your clothes…I was wondering where do you shop?"

"Um…plenty of stores. I mostly have local designers send me things so they might get the chance to be featured in the magazine. But I'll let you borrow some stuff."

"That would be brilliant."

"Now, you know I have to shop here in England."

"Ugh, Harry, I still don't get it. What is it with women and shopping?"

"I have no idea."