Letters

Chapter Eleven: Deaths and Memories

Cassiopeia's POV
It was Monday morning and Harry, Ron and I had all finally been released from the hospital wing. If you asked me, I could have been released a week ago since the poison hadn't gotten to me too bad. It had definitely gotten Ron much worse. Harry was the lucky one, only having to be in there for one night with a cracked skull that was mended immediately.

All in all though, I didn't mind too much. Spending time in the hospital wing gave me plenty of time to spend with Fred and George. The twins were just as goofy as ever, but now that I didn't have their company,  I knew I'd have to do right back to missing them.

One thing that didn't change, was that Harry was still obsessed with Draco Malfoy, and had sent Kreacher on a mission to follow him.

"I just don't think it's necessary to have poor kreacher following him around Harry," I said to my very annoyed brother.

"Malfoys up to something Cas, I know it!" Harry argued back furiously.

"Harry, even if he is up to something... it shouldn't have to be our problem!"

"Cas is right Harry, it shouldn't have to be-"

"It is our problem!" Harry said sharply, cutting Hermione off.

Sighing, I decided to stay quiet. Nothing was going to convince Harry that whatever Malfoy was doing, it wasn't his problem. The three of us, along with Ron were walking down to the breakfast hall. Harry and I were both glad that Ron and Hermione could finally be within five feet of each other with out a war starting.

Things were going well until we encountered an angry looking Lavender Brown. Harry grabbed Hermione and I by the elbow and dragged us all to the breakfast hall as quickly as possible. I nearly burst into laughter at the satisfied smirk Hermione had on her face as we sat down.

"Happy to see things not going so great with Lavender?" I asked with a smirk.

"Cas, that makes me sound awful," Hermione frowned.

"I'm kidding 'mione, I'm sorry."

It was later that night, Harry and I were walking to our next lesson with Dumbledore. Harry seemed anxious to get there, ready as always to do exactly as Dumbledore said. That was always the problem with people. The two sides in this were people who did exactly as Dumbledore wanted, or exactly what Voldemort wanted. I wish I could do neither.

Awkward silence. Really, really awkward silence. 

We sat like this in Dumbledores office for a while before Harry began apologizing profusely for not getting Professor Slughorns memory. I nearly giggled at Harry's reaction to Dumbledores disappointment, but I bit my tongue. Don't be a prat, I reprimanded myself.

Our first lesson was the story of Hokey the house elf. She'd been framed of accidentally poisoning her mistress, two days after Tom Riddle had visited her. It wasn't long after that that the mistresses family discovered her two most precious items -Helga Hufflepuffs cup and Slytherins locket- were missing. Voldemort must have stolen them for his gain for some reason.

The next and final lesson, was Dumbledore's own memory. It showed us a meeting between Dumbledore and Voldemort- who Dumbledore still persistently called Tom Riddle. Riddle was after the defense against the dark arts job, which Dumbledore also refused to give him. The memory ended with a very angry Tom Riddle leaving the room, and Dumbledore pulled Harry and I out of the memory.

Not much was said after we left Dumbledore's memory. The meeting to this ending was so abrupt I was slightly shocked. Harry and I left the room with the homework of getting Slughorns memory, which my brother seemed much more determined to do.