Cassandra was in her cell realizing it was a large room. Must have been an old classroom, she mused. It had been hours since her capture and still no word from Harry or the Order. As promised, Lucius took her to the infirmary to get her cleaned and healed. All she could do was pace and hope for a rescue. The fact that Scabior was dead, didn't ease her mind at all. It only made her aware of the power of Voldemort. Still, Cassandra had hope that Harry would ultimately defeat him and things would go back to normal.

Suddenly, she thought how things would never return to normal. She, now, knew that Harry is a wizard. Their lives would be totally changed. She would have to lie to her family, friends, and co-workers and not tell them of the things she's witnessed. She heard footsteps approaching her cell and knew it was someone to take her out of her prison. A masked Death Eater used magic to bind Cassandra's wrists and they walked down the halls to old dinning hall. She noticed that Voldemart was sitting at the head of the table. Suddenly, the smell of food assaulted her nostrils which made her stomach growl. It was an array of meats and side dishes. She also saw there was another chair at the other end. The Death Eater unbound her wrists and left the room.

"Please, sit, you must be famished."

"I'm not hungry."

"I can hear your stomach rumbling from here."

"I'd rather starve."

"Your choice." Voldemort said in a dismissive tone. Cassandra refused to break bread with him. Doing that would betray everyone...more importantly, her husband. "Do you think it's rather rude to loom over someone whilst one is eating?"

"I'm not sitting down with you!"

"Sit down, you filthy Muggle!" his anger escalating.

"No!" before Cassandra knew it, Voldemort had his wand out.

"I said, sit!" a force pulled at her legs and and moved her them to bend. She tried fighting it, but in the end she was sitting down in the chair adjacent to the Dark Lord. "Better."

"Why couldn't I move on my own?! What the hell did you do to me?! Why couldn't I move?!"

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Voldemort disregarded her inquiries. "No matter."

"If you dragged me out of my cell just so you can taunt me, you should have let me rot in there!"

"Now, that wouldn't be civilized. We still have things to discuss..."

"Like what?"

"Have you forgotten that I can see into your mind? You want to know why I killed him...the Snatcher."

"You didn't have to kill him. He was a perverted son of a bitch, but he didn't have to die!"

"I thought you would be glad I was rid of him. The way he violated you...I saw the flicker of satisfaction in your eyes once you knew he perished. You wanted him to suffer. You wanted revenge."

"So?" Cassandra looked around the place. She desperately prayed that Harry would find his way to her.

"Why do you think I pulled you out of your cell?"

"To get information from me."

"There is no need for that. You are Muggle, after all. You know nothing of this world other than what Harry has informed you. While we are on that subject, where is your dear husband?"

"He will come for me."

"And what? He will kill me and you two, along with the rest of the blood traitors, will have a happy ending? I expected more from you..."

"Just take me back to my cell!"

"Ah, I detect doubt. Yes...you are terrified that your dear husband has abandoned you."

"All that power has made you insane."

"What are we afraid of, Cassandra? Suppose that pathetic army does destroy me. You and Harry go back to America and live your life, accordingly, but something in the back of your mind will linger. You will never relate to him ever again. Even if you return to this world, you will be an outcast...a mere Muggle."

"No. That's how you see the world. Yes, there will be still be jackasses like you long after you're gone. You know what people like you don't get, the world will change with and without you."

"Of course, there is that possibility of you not living long enough for Harry to rescue you. Though, I think he would not have a problem moving on from his grief."

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"You are a Muggle. He will feel he failed you. He might want someone who is, shall we say, not defenseless." Cassandra was about to curse him out, but Voldemort continued. "As much as you can try to block it out, Cassandra, I know you are jealous of the Weasley daughter, Ginny. As much as her traitorous kind sickens me, she does seem more compatible to Harry."

"Shut up." Voldemort grinned knowing he's gotten under Cassandra's skin.

"She is a witch, and no one will object. Well, almost no one. But with you, marrying a Muggle, that seems rather alarming. Say your little fairy tale of me being destroyed coming true. There will be many others who will take my place. Will Harry want some defenseless Muggle or, would he want someone who is capable of defending dark magic."

"No, he won't do that."

"Oh, but he will. If not, it will destroy him knowing he brought on the death of an innocent, powerless Muggle. He will confide in the very woman he fell in love with all those years ago. A person who he will connect with...share marriage vows with...raise children with..." images of Harry being comforted by Ginny made her rage boil over. She could picture Harry moving forward with Ginny at his side, and it bothered her. Maybe he never really loved her like he does Ginny. Cassandra had to shake her head and remind herself that Harry does love her.

"No!"

Cassandra took a goblet near her and hurled it towards Voldemort in a fit of rage. She could see the anger in him, as if the red eyes weren't scary enough. Just as quickly, Cassandra felt herself being ejected from the chair and onto the floor. Voldemort hurled a harsh Cruciatus Curse which made Cassandra wail in agony. All she could hear was her own screaming and his cruel laughter. She didn't know why she fell into Voldemort's trap. He planted the seed in her head of Harry leaving her for Ginny, and she believed it. The curse was lifted, but Cassandra had fell into unconsciousness and was hauled back into her cell. When she came to, Cassandra saw she was in her cell.

"Tsk, tsk. My, how the mighty have fallen. However, she is a Muggle, she doesn't have far to fall." Cassandra heard the voice of Lucius and the sick cackle of Draco.

"What do you want?!" Cassandra's body ached from being cursed and did not have to energy to deal with the Malfoys and their taunts.

"To see you at your rightful place. The caged animal look is rather appropriate, don't you think? Given that you savagely attacked my son and Pansy." Cassandra stood there for a couple of seconds before she started to laugh. Her laughter grew more and more hysterical. She was slowly slipping into insanity and didn't realize it. "What is so damn funny?"

"You! Little poor Lucius..." Cassandra drawled out in a sing-song tone. "...those dark circles around your eyes. Not sleeping? I guess you can't when everything you own is riding on whether or not you fuck up. So, what is it? Your house? Your wand...that little whiny bastard son of yours. Better be careful, Draco's gonna be on the slab if the Dark Lord is not pleased!" she laughed again once she saw the terrified look of Draco. In a fit of rage, Lucius withdrew his wand and sent Cassandra flying against the stone wall knocking her unconscious. He swore and opened the door to check if she killed her. Fortunately, she was alive.

"Come, Draco. The Dark Lord will want to see her."

"But father, what if he sees that she is not responsive?" Lucius gulped hoping Cassandra's rantings didn't come true.

Cassandra was still asleep when she heard the chirping of birds. There were no birds in her cell, she thought. Her eyes fluttered noticing it was daylight. Strange, since she sworn that her cell had no windows. And the ceiling was not white. The shock of knowing she was in her and Harry's bedroom, in their plush bed, in the modest home in Atlanta. Was it all a dream? She wanted to cry tears of joy knowing that all of it wasn't true. Harry was not a wizard and she must have dreamed the whole ordeal. Cassandra looked down and noticed she wore a gray maxi dress instead of the burgundy red one she wore previously. Maybe that dress was fictional as well.

"Honey, I had to weirdest dream..." she turned over and saw a man in her bed that wasn't Harry. Cassandra saw dark chocolate-colored , muscular biceps instead of pale limbs. "Antonio? What the hell are you doing in my bed?!" she immediately jumped from the bed backing away towards the door.

"Uh, it's our bed. Are you okay, baby?"

"Don't call me that! Where's my husband? Where's Harry?!"

"Harry who? Baby, it's me...your husband?" Antonio looked at her as if she was insane.

"You are not my husband! Harry is! What did you do to him?!"

"There is no Harry...baby, it was just a bad dream..." he got out of the bed and stretched his arms out to comfort Cassandra.

"No! Stay away from me! Just...just stay the hell away from me!"

"Why are you treating me like I'm a stranger? We've been married for five years."

"F-five years?" Cassandra had flashes of their wedding. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No! You cheated on me. I left your sorry ass because you cheated on me!"

"How could you say that? I would never hurt you by sleeping with another woman. We've been together for so long...I love you and only you."

"No, no, no...it can't be true." Cassandra ran into the living room and saw it looked very different than her and Harry's home. She paused at the mantle in the living room. There were pictures of her and Antonio. Wedding pictures, ones of them as children, of her smiling and laughing with Antonio. "You're making this stuff up...I'm not married to you!"

"Cassandra..."

"No! This isn't real!" images of her and Antonio on a date flashed in her mind. Several images of her with Antonio appeared. "Stop it! Stop doing this!" she placed her head in her hands trying to block out the images. Suddenly, everything dissolved leaving Cassandra to return back to her cell. She was screaming for it to stop.

"I see you are up." the voice of Voldemort startled Cassandra.

"Why? Why are you doing this?!" tears streaming down her face.

"I wanted to show you the life you secretly want. You've thought about that night when Antonio kissed you. It would be so much easier being with him. No one in and outside of the Wizarding world would look upon your relationship with question.

"I don't care what people think. I love Harry."

"Do you really? You forget that I know what is inside your mind. I can make you think things you never would...make you do things that you would deem immoral. I have to capability to have you kill Harry with your very own hands. I know what you are capable of, Cassandra. I saw it when you saw that pathetic Snatcher die in front of your eyes. Will Harry be at your side even when your mind turns dark?"

"What are you talking about? Just because I wanted him dead, does not mean I'm on your side. The son-of-a-bitch tried to rape me after kicking my ass. Anyone would have wanted him to die."

"I know you feel, being you are a Muggle, you are at a disadvantage. You are not able to protect yourself from spells, and knowing, that with a flick of a wrist, you would expire." Cassandra rolled her eyes. Why did he always have to remind her of her short-comings. "You think I'm barking mad, but I admire you, Cassandra. You're a Muggle, but you defy everyone...even a powerful wizard as myself. I need a person like you. With me, those worthless Purebloods will never question the sheer power you possess. Tell me if this is not true."

"You know what I think? I think you're full of shit. The mind games stop here! I am nothing like you, so don't you dare think I am! Yes, the thought of if I was married to Antonio, instead, ran across my mind, but I was weak. I'm not weak...not anymore."

"Very well." Voldemort again threw another Cruciatus curse making Cassandra clench her jaw.

Harry was with the Order helping the wounded. He had finished using healing spells, when he collapsed from seeing Cassandra being tortured. She was begging Voldemort to kill her to end the torture. He could see Voldemort laughing at her pleas. Arthur Weasley ran over to help Harry up.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Voldemort...he has her...at Hogwarts. I'm not sure if she's alive."

"Come, we have to tell the rest of the Order!"

Harry and Arthur ran to the Order informing them that Cassandra was stashed at Hogwarts. Harry knew it was a sign. It was time for Harry to fight to save the Wizarding world and Cassandra.