As far as she was concerned, there was nothing special about Cassidy Winters. She's simply a girl who drinks far too much coffee than she would like to admit and reads books to escape her life as an unwanted orphan. Then, when she appears in a world...
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Cassidy's POV:
June 18th.
I woke up this morning feeling particularly uncertain.
Harry was going to be having his dream about Dad being tortured by Voldemort in order to draw him out to the Department of Mysteries.
Harry had to make it there, as much as I hate it, he has to make it there so we can finish the battle. The death eaters will come and then the Order- including me.
The battle will continue, Dad will fight Bellatrix, but this time I'll be fighting alongside him and save him. Voldemort will be seen by the Ministry- bada bing, bada boom.
I spent most of the day rereading the same chapters from the fifth book making sure I knew everything that would happen.
However, there was a change of events this time around. Harry sent a message to my dad:
Sirius,
Is Cass in the Grimmauld Place? I saw her in a dream, getting tortured by Voldemort. Answer immediately.
Harry
"...Sid?" My dad said when he received it that night during dinner. "Why is Harry saying this?"
I snatched the paper and read it. "No no no no...this wasn't supposed to happen-"
"What? What's happening?"
"He's supposed to try and use the Floo to contact you!" I muttered mostly to myself.
Gods, why did I create this method of communication!?
"Sid?"
"Ummm...Oh! Okay! Tell him that I'm not here but you want to ask him more about this dream!" I said.
I needed Harry to get in trouble with Umbridge so that everything stayed with the timeline. I hated lying to my friends but I needed to make sure that everything went according to plan.
My dad furrowed his eyebrows before sending back:
Harry,
Cassidy isn't here. Can you talk through the floo system? I need to know more about this dream.
Padfoot
"Sid?" My dad looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What is going on?"
"It's today," I replied. "The Battle of the Department of Mysteries"
"Today?" he echoed making me nod in confirmation. His jaw clenched, "Should we gather everyone here?"
"As many people that are available and try Dumbledore? If you know where he is"
