Harry Potter - OC Black x OC Potter
Cassiopeia Alhena Black hated a lot of things. Her parents, custard cream tarts and Nico James Potter. But while the Potter twins are thrown into battles with dragons, mermaids and a maze, Cassiopeia starts to re...
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{15th of September, 1994}
"The way he talks," Cassiopeia muttered as she strutted out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class an hour later. Moody had insisted on putting Cassiopeia through the curse 5 times in a row until he had to give up.
"Yeah, I know," said Nathaniel, who was skipping on every alternate step. He had had much more difficulty with the curse than Cassiopeia, though Moody assured him the effects would wear off by lunchtime.
"Talk about paranoid . . ." Nathaniel glanced nervously over his shoulder to check that Moody was definitely out of earshot and went on.
"No wonder they were glad to get shot of him at the Ministry. Did you hear him telling Seamus what he did to that witch who shouted 'Boo' behind him on April Fools' Day? And when are we supposed to read up on resisting the Imperius Curse with everything else we've got to do?"
All the fourth years had noticed a definite increase in the amount of work they were required to do this term. Professor McGonagall explained why when the class gave a particularly loud groan at the amount of Transfiguration homework she had assigned.
"You are now entering a most important phase of your magical education!" she told them, her eyes glinting dangerously behind her square spectacles. "Your Ordinary Wizarding Levels are drawing closer —"
"We don't take O.W.L.s till the fifth year!" said Dean Thomas indignantly.
"Maybe not, Thomas, but believe me, you need all the preparation you can get! Mr. Nico Potter, Mr. Davis, Miss Granger, and Cassiopeia remain the only people in this class who have managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!"
"Aww, thanks purrfessor" Cassiopeia said flirtatiously, this earned her detention.
Meanwhile, Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century. Professor Snape was forcing them to re-search antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms.
Even Hagrid was adding to their workload. The Blast-Ended Skrewts were growing at a remarkable pace given that nobody had yet discovered what they ate. Hagrid was delighted, and as part of their "project," suggested that they come down to his hut on alternate evenings to observe the skrewts and make notes on their extraordinary behavior.
"I will not," said Draco Malfoy flatly when Hagrid had proposed this with the air of Father Christmas pulling an extra-large toy out of his sack. "I see enough of these foul things during lessons, thanks."
Hagrid's smile faded off his face.
"Yeh'll do wha' yer told," he growled, "or I'll be takin' a leaf outta Professor Moody's book. . . . I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy." The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently, the memory of Moody's punishment was still sufficiently painful to stop him from retorting.
When Cassiopeia and Nathaniel arrived in the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owing to the large crowd of students congregated there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Nathaniel, the tallest of the two, stood on tiptoe to see over the heads in front of them and read the sign aloud to the other:
TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at 6 o'clock on Friday the 30th of October. Lessons will end half an hour early.
Students will return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the Welcoming Feast.
"Brilliant!" said Nico out of nowhere. "It's Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won't have time to poison us all!"
"Didn't he try to get with your mum back in the day, why does he hate you?" asked Cassiopeia
"Yeah, but my dad got the girl, and since I look like my dad..." He trailed of awkwardly before putting on his signature potter smirk.
"It's in my genes to get the girl. What do you say Alhena, you and me on a date?"He asked.
"In your dreams potter" Cassiopeia replied grinning, rolling her eyes. This went noticed by her best friend
"Okay, I'm not becoming a third wheel now. I've stayed out of it since the first year, so let's go before you two lose control of your hormones" Nathaniel replied annoyingly, he is going through the 'angsty wolf stage' as Cassiopeia calls it.
"Only a week away!" said Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff, emerging from the crowd, his eyes gleaming. "I wonder if Cedric knows? Think I'll go and tell him. . . ."
"Cedric?" said Nico blankly as Ernie hurried off.
"Diggory," said Cassiopeia. "That moron never told me he was entering the tournament."
"That idiot, Hogwarts champion?" Nico replied enviously as they pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase.
"He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Cassiopeia. "He is my hufflebuddy."
She spoke as though this settled the matter. "You only like him because he's handsome," said Nico scathingly.
"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome! I'm rich and handsome enough for the both of us," said Cassiopeia indignantly.
The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked effect upon the inhabitants of the castle. During the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where Cassiopeia went: the Triwizard Tournament. Rumors were flying from student to student like highly contagious germs: who was going to try for Hogwarts champion, what the tournament would involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from themselves.
Cassiopeia noticed too that the castle seemed to be undergoing an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking, and Argus Filch, the caretaker, was be- having so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics.
So obviously, Cassiopeia dragged Nathaniel along with her mischief and decided to show the real Hogwarts. They had flour bombed the great hall, toilet papered the portraits, and slimed the hallways. This made Minne extend her detention, letting Nathaniel off because of his situation.
"Why does he get left of Minnie" Cassiopeia replied.
"Because of his monthly problem" professor Mgongall replied quietly
"Min-Min, I bled every month and go through a hormonal disaster, Yet I'm still proactive" She argued.
"Cassiopeia, go joining your peers" Professor McGonagall replied exhaustly.
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