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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Harry's POV:
"So Snape was offering to help him? He was definitely offering to help him?"
"If you ask that one more time," I said. "I'm going to stick this sprout-"
"I'm only checking!" said Ron.
We were standing alone at the Burrow's kitchen sink, peeling a mountain of sprouts for Mrs. Weasley. The snow was drifting past the window in front of us.
"Yes, Snape was offering to help him!" I repeated. "He said he'd promised Malfoy's mother to protect him, that he'd made an Unbreakable Oath or something-"
"An Unbreakable Vow?" said Ron, looking stunned. "Nah, he can't have...Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure! You can ask Cassidy, she was there," I said, not mentioning how much more distant she has been since the previous night. "Why, what does it mean?" I asked, hoping to get my mind off of Cassidy.
"Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow..."
"I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough. What happens if you break it, then?"
"You die," replied Ron simply. "Fred and George tried to get me to make one when I was about five. I nearly did too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental. Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum, Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since."
"Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock-"
"I beg your pardon?" said Fred's voice as the twins entered the kitchen. "Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them."
"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," said Ron grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"
"But meanwhile," said George, sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his feet upon it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a - whoops-a-daisy!"
"You made me do that!" said Ron angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait, when I'm seventeen-"
"I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," yawned Fred.
"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George, "What is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called-unless our information is faulty-Lavender Brown?"
Ron turned a little pink but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. "Mind your own business."
"What a snappy retort," said Fred. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was... how did it happen?"
