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Summary: Angel lost two children to Holtz and unkown to him his daughter was closer to him then he thought. Around the same time Connor crashes back into his life so dose a Death Eater with a past. What does she have to do with him?

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Harry Potter > Angel-CenteredLilyErisCullenFR18529,192192,62427 Apr 119 May 11No

Chapter 4: Blood is thicker then Water.

Bury me Alive

Chapter 3: Blood is thicker then Water.


1991;
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:


The months passed at a painfully slow pace. September bleed into October and finally her own birthday. It wasn't her most memorable birthday by a long shot, Harry was still refusing to talk to her, though he did look at now. She hated what this house rivalry and prejudiced was doing to their relationship. It wasn't like she had asked to be put in Slytherin but then she didn't believe hearsay like her little brother seemed to. She suspected his real problem with it was she was in the house that had created the monster that killed their parents.

Which was a load of rubbish if you asked Cassidy. A house did not define a person or who they would become. It didn't seem to matter to Harry though, every time she tried to corner him to talk he would glare at her and walk away with a sneering red head. Hermione was a bit better but she was skittish around Cassi like one wrong move and the blonde girl would turn into a snake and devour her whole.

On a brighter note she got on well in her house. The house of Slytherin was a lot more tight knit then the other houses liked to admit, soon enough they got over the fact that Cassidy was a half-blood - which wasn't unusual in Slytherin in the long run - and the sister of the boy who killed some of their parents master. They saw it as a opportunity to get back at Harry and maybe turn Cassi to their way of thinking. They need not though, she already had poor views on muggles thanks to her relatives though she didn't think they were all like that but she thought given the chance they all could be.

She held no hate for muggle-borns and she had told some of the older kids who tried to take her under their wings just that while sneering and stating that her own mother had been a muggle-born which was more true then she knew. Then came Pansy Parkinson, the pug faced pureblood who thought it was her right to be the new princess of Slytherin. It was a common thing, their was one every seven years, the current Princess had become Queen and was now a seventh year, Laurel Pucey, and as such this was the year the first years chose a new prince and princess.

Pansy came from a long line of purebloods, almost as old as the Potters or Blacks and she was so self centered she felt she should be the new princess so the first thing she did that night was rearrange the bed arrangements and make a point to put Cassidy down and take the bed closest to the window which had a charm on it to show the moonlight at night and the sun during the day. If there was one thing Cassidy hated it was bullies and idiot girls who thought they should be princess.

So she had done what she felt was right and proper vengeance. She used her wand to turn Pansy's hair green and yellow before taking her trunk and throw it into the hall and then push the hysterical girl out with it.

"I don't like you Parkinson, as of now, I'm the new Slytherin Princess. Until you can play nice with others, you can sleep in the common room," Cassidy had said smirking and then slammed the door. The other girls had no choice but to follow, it was the rules if the self claimed Princess was out shone or dethroned then the crown - metaphorical crown at least - passed to said girl. As long as she had the other girls trust and respect she had nothing to worry about the next day when the current King and Queen asked who their successors were.

As for Pansy, she couldn't do anything either. The King and Queen would simply laugh in her face and praise Cassi and their head of house seemed to be civil to Cassidy unlike Harry and it wasn't like he had much say within the system of Slytherin Royalty. That had been in place for longer then he'd been alive and he remembered when he was a student and the King and Queen of his era and the Prince and Princess who latter became King and Queen.

Needless to say the next morning when the vote was cast the girls were very much happy to name Cassidy their Princess and it had mostly to do with her handling of Pansy and the fact she scared most the girls a little with her calm yet predatory stance. That all happened in the first week of school and now it was almost Halloween. Not exactly her favorite Holiday, and the fact her tittle as Princess meant she had to make nice with the Prince, one Draco Malfoy did not help.

She supposed Malfoy wasn't as bad as she once thought. Not to say she liked the little prat and he was bad for making fun of her brother. As it was he's already goaded him into flying when they were at flying lessons which almost got him killed in her mind and now he was playing quidditch. She hated quidditch! It looked dangerous and stupid, but Harry did seem to enjoy it, the youngest seeker in a century. Cassidy was proud but hated that he was putting himself in danger.

"Cassidy, how are you today? Your looking beautiful today," Malfoy said as she and Daphne walked to dinner that night. She turned and hmm'd, frowning at the blonde boy. she would admit he was cute, with his angular features and deep blue/gray eyes that could seem silver at times. But his attitude left little to desire. Though she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Draco Malfoy then what he let people see?

"I was fine, until you began to talk. But thank you Malfoy, it's an off day when I don't have someone telling me how beautiful I am." She said this with a hint of sarcasm and she rolled her eyes when he simply smiled at her and gritted his teeth which she could hear with her heightened senses and snapped his fingers for Goyle and Crabb to follow him. It was sort of pathetic and sad at the same time; he had no real friends only two troll like bodyguards. Of course whenever she felt pity and bad for the boy he went and did something to make her angry and the teasing of some Hufflepuff first year that got in his way was doing just that.

She didn't stop him or anything, she was a Hufflepuff and as such not her concern and she was no hero. She was not getting in the middle of Malfoy and the Abbott girl.

"I wish he'd grow up," she said, looking at her blonde friend who snorted.

"Malfoy grow up? Pigs will fly first." Both girls laughed as they took their seats and began to take treats and food and eat. She had never been allowed such things so she made sure to take her time and treasure the different flavors and foods. Of course she also had to make sure she ate as much as she could, the last thing she needed was to go underfed and lapse into bloodlust. As it was she was so used to living on blood not having any was getting to her and Daphne and others who got to close began smelling better and better. The voice of what she called her demon - considering her aunt and uncle considered her a demon it seemed fitting - was constantly whispering things to her which she didn't want to hear.

"Happy Halloween princess," Daphne said, a teasing tone in her voice. Cassidy laughed and looked at her first friend a smile on her face.

"I don't like Halloween much but it's better then other Halloweens," she said.

"How's that?" Daphne asked.

Cassidy smirked. "No Durselys." Daphne smiled and took a bite of the carrot cake on her plate but before anything else could happen the great hall doors burst open. Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know."

He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. Though it appeared he was out for the count Cassidy narrowed her eyes at the suspicious behavior. She had read that Trolls were Professor Quirrells specialty and the fact she could hear that his heart was beating to fast to be asleep or unconscious. She didn't say anything though, it wasn't her concern.

There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

It wasn't long before The prefect and Slytherin King it so happened, Marcus Flint stood and began leading the house out the line and obedience outshining the sloppy retreats of the other houses.

"Isn't the Troll in the dungeons?" Cassidy asked and Daphne gasped and nodded as they were getting ready to descend into the dungeon Cassidy called out. She wasn't being a hero she told herself, she was looking out for her classmates - otherwise someone might try to dethrone her - and her own well being.

"Wait, Flint isn't the Troll in the dungeons?" she asked and Marcus' eyes widened and he turned to his girlfriend and fellow Queen. Nodding she calmly addressed them.

"Okay, calm down we'll go to Library." It was instantly they turned and began to the library, Marcus and Laurel were muttering at the front about Dumbledore being a idiot bumbling fool and while she had nothing against the grandfatherly old man personally, at least not yet she did agree. It was as they passed an hallway that she saw Harry and Ron sneaking around and heard them whispering.

"I've just thought — Hermione."

"What about her?"

"She doesn't know about the troll." Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us." Daphne was shocked out of her own thoughts when Cassi grabbed her and twisted them gracefully out of the formed line of Slytherins and against a wall in that same hallway. Daphne watched in silence as the Slytherins disappeared and she turned to Cassidy in shock and surprise.

"What was that?" Cassidy sighed and pointed to where Harry and Ron were moving down the hall. Daphne sent a confused glance at the princess and seriously hoped no one missed them but she knew they would. She just hoped she came up with a good excuse for the rest of the house less she lose her tittle and Daphne really did not want to follow pug faced Parkinsons orders for the next seven years.

"What about Potter and Weasley?"

"He's going to get himself killed. Bloody idiot, come on if anyone will be killing Harry it's me!" Cassidy said through clinched teeth and Daphne sighed and followed her friend having no choice.

"I thought she was against being the hero?" she muttered to herself and cursed when Cassidy called back having heard.

"I am, and I am not being the hero, I'm just protecting my boy." They fallowed them to the girls bathroom and all this time a story was forming in Cassidy's mind, something to get them out of the hot bed so to say. They sighed when Harry and Ron locked the Troll inside the bathroom and Cassidy cursed when Hermione's screams called them to the bathroom like foolhardy lion cubs.

"No wonder he's a bloody Gryffindor! He can't follow simple lessons I taught him growing up, god I could just eat his eyeballs," Cassidy said as they walked after them, almost to calmly. Daphne looked at her friend shocked and gulped. Sometimes, okay, most the time Cassidy really scared her.

"You scare me Cassi," she said, shaking her head. Cassidy smirked but didn't say anything as they entered the bathroom. Daphne gulped at the size of the troll and considering Cassidy was no taller then 4'8 after a slight growth spurt over the last few months she figured the widening of gray/blue -the moment - eyes was as much of a fear reaction she was getting out of her friend.

"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.

"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.

"Stupid girl!" Cassidy hissed and took off running, amazing the slightly shaking Daphne with her speed. Harry blinked as Cassidy appeared in front of him, glaring at him with a 'what the hell were you thinking look' and he rolled his eyes. Daphne gulped and found herself standing next to Ron who looked at her in shook.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here, snake?" he spat and Daphne just glared. Then they dodged to the side as the cub hit where they once were and the shouting began. The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.

Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump - despite Cassidy's yelling as she held onto Hermione who actually had latched onto her as Harry jumped - and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

"Ew," Daphne and Cassidy both said while Hermione made a face.

Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club. Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his own wand — not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Great, were doomed!" Cassidy said,, pulling out her own wand in case the idiot failed. The wand was sturdy and a lovely Ivy wood with a core of Basilisk skin, something Olivander had almost had a heart attack that he had finally sold after his three times great-grandfather had created it before his death.

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over — and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

"I'm impressed." Daphne looked at her friend who shook Hermione off her and walked slowly around the big troll and stood at the blondes side. Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. It was Hermione who spoke first.

"Is it — dead?"

"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out." He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

"Oh for gods sake Harry, get away from that thing!" Cassi exclaimed and Harry looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"Oh give it a rest Cassidy, we both know your not religious." He made as face as his looked down at his wand and Cassidy placed her hands on her hips in outrage.

"Urgh — troll boogers." He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

"Harry..." Harry looked up at his sister and seeing the sadness in her blue/gray eyes - the fact that he could see no green what so ever upset him, he had only seen that once it had been when she thought he hated her after he found out she drank blood. He told himself he didn't care, she was a Slytherin and from rumors he'd heard the 'Princess', whatever rubbish that was.

"What are you doing here anyways, Princess?" he asked, sneering at his sister. Cassidy sighed and shook her head.

"Obviously wasting my time," Cassidy spat, her eyes turning bluer by the minute as her anger rose.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and Harry. Harry had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. Daphne gasped and looked at Cassidy who stood calmly. She knew she could never get them both out without one teacher noticing but she had a plan anyways.

Hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly from Harry's mind.

"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand down. He then turned his black eyes to Cassidy and Daphne and upon seeing two of his own house there he raised a eyebrow.

"Better yet, what are you two doing here?" he asked, crossing his arms. Daphne gulped.

"Yes, do tell?" Mcgonagall said, turning to the two Slytherins. She couldn't deny she had been shocked when the Potter girl became a Slytherin and then to hear Severus speak of who the new Prince and Princess of Slytherin were, she had almost chocked on her toast.

"It's coincidence ma'am. We had to use the bathroom and Daphne was feeling ill as we went to the library with our house. The dungeon being were our house is, and so we decided it would be safe to make a pit stop considering the Troll was supposed to be in the dungeons," Cassi said, smiling and placing the most innocent and honest looks on her face.

Snape was not convinced but he knew Minerva would be. Minerva sighed and looked at Severus who nodded, letting Minerva know it was honest, even though he knew there was more to it. He figured Cassidy had seen Harry doing this extremely stupid stunt and come to make sure he didn't get killed even though if the truth got out she'd be ostracized in Slytherin and Parkinson would probably be the new Princess.

"I see. Ten points from Slytherin for not following you house to safety and five each for staying and helping your year mates. Now what about you two?" Minerva asked, turning her sights back on Harry and Ron who were glaring at Cassidy and Daphne.

Then a small voice came out of the shadows.

"Please, Professor McGonagall — they were looking for me."

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last.

"I went looking for the troll because I — I thought I could deal with it on my own — you know, because I've read all about them."

Ron dropped his wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher?

"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club. Greengrass and Potter helped as well, but I was so panicked I didn't really notice much else. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."

Harry and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them. Though Cassidy didn't think they succeeded and it was only a elbow to the ribs from Cassi that stopped Daphne from giving them away.

"Well — in that case…" said Professor McGonagall, staring at the five of them, "Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"

Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.

"Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses." Hermione left.

Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and Ron.

"Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go." It was all the four remaining needed before they left and Cassi nodded at Snape before leaving.

"What was that? You lied to McGonagll!" Harry exclaimed in a whisper. Cassidy looked at her brother and narrowed her eyes.

"I love you Harry, your my boy, but I can not be seen helping a Gryffindor." Harry looked at her in shock.

"Why did you help us at all then?" he asked. She looked at him and sighed and as she walked off with Daphne, she spoke.

"Blood is thicker then water, Harry."

**************

June 29th, 1992;
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:


Cassidy looked down at her brother sleeping in the infirmary bed. She had been stupid, not taking him serious when he had come to her in confidence that Snape was after some stone for Voldemort. She'd pretty much called him crazy, while daring some of the other girls, Millicent and Pansy to say anything about her talking with the Gryffindor who happened to be her brother. She'd promised them a painful and slow death that could take years if they spoke about it to anyone.

When Hermione had run into her on her way to owl Dumbledore she had stood frozen at the thought that her brother, her darling boy could be dead. Then she became angry, but she had learned after his first quidditch match that he'd never think before acting, her boy was just not that type of person. He had a hero complex that she knew no matter how hard she tried would not and could not be fixed.

"How is he?" Daphne asked, and placed the single gold and red rose on the table which housed other gifts from students and fans. She raised a eyebrow at her friend and she blushed.

"I thought he might like it." Cassidy narrowed her eyes and Daphne backed up with her hands held up in surrender. "Okay okay, my sister Astoria made me give it to him, read the tag it's from her," Daphne said and Cassi shook head, knowing from her scent and heartbeat she was telling the truth.

"He's fine, I mean he's alive at least." She placed a hand over Harry's and then sat down beside him.

"Malfoy has been asking about you," Daphne suddenly said.

"What does he want?" Daphne rolled her eyes as she opened one of Harry's chocolate frogs and caught it before popping it into her mouth even though Cassi had sent her a questioning look to which she shrugged.

"Just asking where his princess was, I think he likes you," she said and Cassidy sighed.

"He doesn't have a chance in heaven," she said which made Daphne raise her eyebrow as she swore she caught a small blush.

"Anyways I'm gonna sit here with him. Why don't you go tell the blond prat if he's a nice little prince maybe I'll talk to him at the feast," Cassi said, smirking and Daphne giggled and nodded before leaving and Cassi turned back Harry. She smiled as his eyes began to flutter. It took him a minute or two and by then a male figure had come to stand by her side.

"Hello, Cassi," he said, smiling at the young girl. He had not been as shocked when the girl had become a Slytherin, it was in her blood so to say. Not that he knew if it had to do with her demon but he knew though not many did, that her grandmother, Dorea had been a Slytherin in her day.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry stared at him and up at his sister who had tears in her eyes. He was shocked he had never seen her cry before, not even tear up, she was always so strong. Then he remembered: "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick —"

"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell does not have the Stone."

"Then who does? Sir, I —"

"Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out."

Harry swallowed and looked around him. He realized he must be in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.

"Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it."

"How long have I been in here?"

"Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried. Your sister has all but refused to return to classes until you woke up," he said the last part smiling at the blonde girl who looked up at him with mostly green eyes and he smiled. They were not the same shade as Lily's but there was no mistaking where the green had come from.

"But sir, the Stone —"

"I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say."

"You got there? You got Hermione's owl?"

"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off you."

"It was you."

"I feared I might be too late." Cassidy sighed at this as she listened, she came so close to losing him just because she was to proud to help him go on what she felt was a stupid endeavor to get them killed or expelled. A wild goose chase had been what she had called it when he asked for her help.

"You nearly were, I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer –"

"Not the Stone, boy, you — the effort involved nearly killed you. For one terrible moment there, I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" said Harry blankly. "But your friend — Nicolas Flamel —"

"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted.

"You did do this properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best."

"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?" Cassidy looked at her brother who seemed upset for the strangers and then sighed. He had almost been on his death bed and he was more worried about to strangers lives. She'd kill a thousand people if it meant him living.

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."

Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement on Harry's face.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all — the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."

Harry lay there, lost for words. Dumbledore hummed a little and smiled at the ceiling.

"Sir?" said Harry. "I've been thinking… sir — even if the Stone's gone, Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who —"

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort's going to try other ways of coming back, isn't he? I mean, he hasn't gone, has he?"

"No, Harry, he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share… not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies." Cassidy snorted and shook her head at the man. It was always clear to her why people followed him, fear and power. They were powerful motivators she used the former to keep the Dursleys in line as much as she could.

"Nevertheless, Harry, while you may only have delayed his return to power, it will merely take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems a losing battle next time — and if he is delayed again, and again, why, he may never return to power."

Harry nodded, but stopped quickly, because it made his head hurt. Then he said, "Sir, there are some other things I'd like to know, if you can tell me… things I want to know the truth about…"

"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie."

"Well… Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me and Cassidy. But why would he want to kill us in the first place?"

Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.

"Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day… put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older… I know you hate to hear this… when you are ready, you will know." And Harry knew it would be no good to argue. Cassidy narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing. She wanted to know as well, but it wouldn't bring thier parents back and it wouldn't solve anything to yell at the Headmaster. Not yet, anyways.

"But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"

"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."

"It is my belief that the same protection was given to Cassidy, not only from your mother but from you. It is why she survived the houses destruction and magical backlash released through the killing curse." Dumbledore now became very interested in a bird out on the windowsill, which gave Harry time to dry his eyes on the sheet.

When he had found his voice again, Harry said, "And the invisibility cloak — do you know who sent it to me?"

"Ah — your father happened to leave it in my possession, and I thought you might like it." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Useful things… your father used it mainly for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here."

"And there's something else…"

"Fire away."

"Quirrell said Snape —"

"Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, him — Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."

"What?"

"He saved his life." Cassidy raised a eyebrow and shrugged. Yep, being saved by your worst enemy will put a stink in anyone ire. Especially someone like Snape being saved by a Gryffindor of all things. It also meant the hero complex was hereditary, and made her thankful she didn't inherit it. Even if she had even a little bit she'd never admit it.

"What?"

"Yes…" said Dumbledore dreamily. "Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it? Professor Snape couldn't bear being in your father's debt… I do believe he worked so hard to protect you this year because he felt that would make him and your father even. Then he could go back to hating your father's memory in peace…"

Harry tried to understand this but it made his head pound, so he stopped.

"And sir, there's one more thing…"

"Just the one?"

"How did I get the Stone out of the mirror?"

"Ah, now, I'm glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone — find it, but not use it — would be able to get it...."

"Smart, good thing no one told Quirrell that," Cassidy muttered and Dumbledore nodded.

"Quite right, my dear," he said before continuing what he was saying before.

"...otherwise they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes… Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them — but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?"

He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Ear wax!" Latter that day Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was a nice woman, but very strict.

"Just five minutes," Harry pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore and Cassi in…"

"Well, of course, that was the headmaster and your sister, quite different. You need rest."

"I am resting, look, lying down and everything. Oh, go on, Madam Pomfrey…"

"Oh, very well," she said. "But five minutes only." And she let Ron and Hermione in.

"Harry!"

Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore. Cassidy stood at his side still and was looking at Ron and Hermione with kind features and nodded in acknowledgment. Ron scooted away from her, still remembering when she'd threatened to castrate him slowly for days if he so much as looked at her wrong when he'd been overly rude to her after Harry's first quidditch game.

"Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to — Dumbledore was so worried —"

"The whole school's talking about it," said Ron. "What really happened?"

It was one of those rare occasions when the true story is even more strange and exciting than the wild rumors.

Harry told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right places, and when Harry told them what was under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed out loud, shocking Cassi so much she sent the girl a chilling glare.

"So the Stone's gone?" said Ron finally. "Flamel's just going to die?"

"That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that — what was it? — 'to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.'"

"I always said he was off his rocker," said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was.

"So what happened to you two?" said Harry.

"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione. "I brought Ron round — that took a while — and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we, well I ran head first into Cassidy." Hermione blushed and looked down while Ron chuckled.

"Yeah you should have seen her mate, she was stammering and apologizing. You'd think your sister was the anti-Christ or a vampire who was going to kill horribly," he said, laughing and Harry tried to stifle his laughter at how close to the truth his best friend was. Cassidy just rolled her eyes, not at all impressed.

Hermione frowned and continued. "We met him in the entrance hall — he already knew — he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor. Cassidy came with us, I don't think I've ever seen a girl curse so much before."

"D'you think he meant you to do it?" said Ron. "Sending you your father's cloak and everything?"

"Well, " Hermione exploded, "if he did — I mean to say that's terrible — you could have been killed."

"No, it isn't," said Harry thoughtfully. "He's a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don't think it was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. It's almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could…"

"He's lucky your safe, or I'd have killed him myself. Headmaster or not," Cassidy spat, a sneer on her face which was not directed at anyone but the Headmaster.

"I'm fine, Cassi," Harry said, grabbing her hand and smiling. Maybe her being a Slytherin wasn't all that bad, she was still his sister after all.

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right," said Ron proudly. "Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course — you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you — but the food'll be good."
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT" she said firmly and Cassidy rolled her eyes and got into sat in her chair.

"I'm sorry, about being such a prat to you all year," Harry suddenly said and Cassi looked at him and shrugged.

"It's fine, I've been sort of unpleasant to be around myself." Harry chuckled.

"No kidding, I think I've lost count of how many death threats you've given out this year." Cassidy smiled and they both burst into laughter. Hopefully now, everything would alright. Even if Voldemort did return, Cassi vowed to do anything and everything in her power to protect and help Harry. What she didn't realize was she was holding onto Harry's hand when she made this whispered vow and for a moment she swore she saw a glowing cord of magic wrap around their hands and she gasped.

If that was what she thought it was, she'd have to talk to Dumbledore before the feast.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, also I've created a little trailer for the story. You can find it here -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KioAjxSRFl4

Sorry, I can't get the link tag to work so just copy and past. If it doesn't work then go to Youtube and look under my username, Bloodlily.
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