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CASS84- The Obstacle

"Can you get us past?" Flitwick asked.

Cassian sighed, reaching for his wand. He muttered the incantation under his breath, the tip of his wand flaring softly as golden light began to pool in the air. Slowly, the shape of Hagrid formed, massive shoulders, tangled beard, and all, humming a tuneless melody as he strolled toward the beast.

The Cerberus's ears perked. Three sets of nostrils flared.

"Clever boy, Hagrid," Cassian murmured walking into the illusion.

The illus...

HP490- Time's Champion

“Who?” Fred asked, frowning between them.

“Sybil,” Harry said cheerfully. “Professor Trelawney.”

The outburst was instant. Blaise nearly choked on his wine. Susan swore so loudly Hannah elbowed her in the ribs. George doubled over laughing while Alicia whacked his shoulder, muttering that it wasn’t funny.

“You’re telling me that walking incense stick is Time’s Champion?” Pansy demanded, incredulous. “She can’t walk down the stairs without tripping o...

CASS83- Would He?

On June first, exams began.

The castle turned into a hive of quills and parchment, students running on tea, nerves, and sheer panic. Even the portraits looked more stressed than usual.

Cassian strolled into the Great Hall that morning, hands jammed in his pockets, gloating over the distressed faces of students. One of the perks of being a teacher, after all, and he intended to make the best of it.

Flitwick spotted him first. The Charms professor gave a cheerful wave from his...

CASS82- Ignivolatus

On May 28th, Cassian was halfway through his class with the First-Year Gryffindors and Slytherins. The illusion shimmered faintly in the air above their heads, the voices layered over it giving life to the clash of spells. Flames roared as tiny figures darted across a charred battlefield, wands raised.

The voice of the battlefield was a new Ancient Variant Cassian had awakened recently, Vox Multorum. He’d first used it in the forest when he made Dumbledore speak, but this would be the...

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CASS81- Say It!

"Ronan. Bane." Hagrid gave them a curt nod.

The centaurs returned it, but their sharp eyes flicked past him, landing square on Harry, then shifted to Cassian.

"You saw him?" asked the chestnut one, Ronan, if he was correct.

Cassian’s nostrils flared, "I fucking saw him, alright. Unicorn is safe for now, but not for long. You’d better pray to the Forest Mother to keep them under her skirts. That thing'll come back."

Ronan's hand brushed the shaft of his bow, but he ...

HP489- Her

“What does that even mean?” Hannah asked, frowning at Harry, then flicking her eyes back toward Nigel.

Harry gestured with his spoon. “Care to explain?”

Nigel sighed as though someone had asked him to polish the cutlery at a table for thirty. He flicked his hand and conjured an elegant chair from nothing, then sat down neatly, crossing one leg over the other.

“Not gods,” Nigel corrected. “Older. Names came later, when lesser beings needed words. Call them what ...

CASS80- Wraith

Cassian kept walking, his wand angled low as the ground dipped into a shallow hollow. "Anyway. Muggle science isn't as useless as most purebloods think. Newton might've been rubbish at alchemy, but the bloke did know his prisms."

Harry tilted his head. "That's the apple bloke again, isn't it?"

Cassian sighed. The great Sir Isaac Newton, reduced to "apple bloke." Tragic. Truly tragic. He shook his head, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

"You lot are determined to give ...

HP488- Honest

“What do you mean we don’t have a plan?” Hermione frowned at him, arms folding across her chest.

Harry chuckled at her reaction. “Exactly that. We don’t have a plan. We’ve got too many moving pieces for a single neat strategy. If we try to script it, it’ll fall apart the first time someone sneezes at the wrong moment.”

Tracey, still sprawled sideways in her chair, gave a lazy wave with her biscuit. “Brilliant. Our great leader admits he’s winging it.”

H...

CASS79- Murder Forest

"Professor Rosier. My office. Now."

Cassian sighed, ruffling his hair. "Brilliant. She is using the cat. That is never a good sign."

He turned back the way he'd come, already dreading whatever waited. When he reached her office, the door was already ajar. He pushed it open and found McGonagall standing stiffly near her desk. Snape was off to the side, arms folded, Malfoy standing next to him. Hagrid slumped on a chair by the fire, looking like a schoolboy caught nicking biscuits f...

CASS78- Summon

The moment they were clear of the hut, Bathsheda latched onto his ear, twisting hard.

"So you think you are clever and funny, huh?"

Cassian winced, reaching up to pry her fingers off. "Ow... alright, alright! I deserved that."

"Deserved more than that," she muttered, letting go. "Egg hunts? Do you know how many stairs I've climbed in wet slippers?"

"Could've used a broom," he said with a faint grin. "Efficiency, Bathsheda. You've got to think ahead."

She shot him...

MHA- Epilogue

Eri got up with a yawn and looked at herself in the mirror.

White hair. Red eyes. A scar under her collarbone she always forgot was there until the light hit just right.

Sixteen.

She blinked, rubbed her eyes, then stared harder, like maybe the reflection would show her something new today. Nope. Still her. Still Eri.

Her horn had grown. Not big enough to stab someone with, not that she’d tried, well except that certain someone, but long enough that it curved slightly...

HP487- War

Nicholas pushed open the door to the Headmaster’s office without knocking. The place smelled of candle wax and ink, the shelves lined with books no one had touched in years. Fawkes, perched nearby, bowed his head the moment Nicholas stepped inside. The phoenix dipped low, wings twitching as if acknowledging something more than just a visitor.

Nicholas’s grin flickered as he crossed the room. “Tell Dumby to come out, Grindelwald.”

Behind the desk, Dumbledore rose slowly. Fo...

CASS77- Comfortable

The hatchling tilted its head, then bit down on the edge of its own wing. A single drop of dark blood welled up and slid down, landing neatly in Cassian's outstretched hand.

He didn't waste a second. Using his thumb, he smeared the blood across his fingers and drew a tight, curling set of runes across Bathsheda's forearm.

The marks flared at once, glowing like molten metal. The heat licked up her skin, and for a moment, heat cinched along the bone. The hatchling let out a low, gut...

CASS76- Bond!

"Uh…" Hagrid started, voice cracking. "Professor Babbling, this isn't what it looks like."

She stepped forward, her robes still damp from Cassian's earlier mess. Her eyes flicked to the creature, tiny wings flapping uselessly as it let out a pitiful squeak.

"Oh, thank Merlin," she said flatly. "For a second, I thought that was a bloody Norwegian Ridgeback."

Hagrid's face went crimson under his beard. "Er… it is, Professor."

Bathsheda turned her head slowly to look ...

HP486- Merlin- Part 2

“Merlin,” Salazar said at last, his eyes sharp in the firelight. “Why are we bowing to Muggles?”

It struck Merlin as curious, the way the man had begun treating him. Not like a boy dragged in from the road, but as if he were a colleague, even someone whose word carried more weight than his own.

“We are not bowing,” he said after a pause. “We are standing beside them. Bloodshed keeps the wheel turning. Only understanding might break it.”

Salazar spat into the ...

CASS75- Dragon?

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. How have I never thought about it before?" Cassian froze, hand still halfway to another parchment.

In his old life, his friends had talked about Harry Potter films. The main villain was Voldemort, right? But… Voldemort was killed. Wasn't he?

The details were fuzzy, just the odd conversation drifting back from pub nights years before he appeared in this world. There was a boy wizard, lightning scar, snake-faced villain… and somehow that villain kept com...

CASS74- Secrets

Until April, classes carried on as they were. Cassian saw the same faces dragging in and out of his classroom, some bright-eyed, some already hollowed out by O.W.L. prep. Then Hermione showed up again.

She hadn't let go of her argument about books being infallible... oh no. If anything, she doubled, tripled down. Only this time, her reason wasn't quite the same.

She lingered behind after class with Harry, both of them standing awkwardly by the desk as the last stragglers filed out...

CASS73- Erase!

Percy's frown deepened. "That is hardly..."

"Hardly surprising, yes, thank you for making my point." Cassian shoved off the desk and started pacing between the rows of desks. "Here is the thing, people love neat little narratives. 'Brilliant witch invents Memory Charm, saves the day, everyone claps.' No one likes the messy truth, that most spells are just borrowed tricks dressed in new robes."

Penelope Clearwater raised her hand. "Sir, if she didn't invent it, how did she even get...

HP485- Merlin - Part 1

Nicholas’s footsteps echoed softly against the flagstones. The castle walls rose familiar on either side, their stones worn smooth by centuries of passing hands and feet. He’d walked these halls before, once as a boy with nothing but a satchel, a borrowed name and a face of an orphan.

At the time, there was no Sorting Hat. The Founders chose their students themselves, sitting them down for questions sharper than any written test. It wasn’t the Hogwarts people now imagined, there w...

CASS72- Memory

Cassian didn't bother going back to the mirror. For one, he wasn't on patrol for the next few nights. For another, he would far rather spend that time tangled in Bathsheda's sheets than staring at some enchanted glass whispering about his supposed desires. Why waste a second watching a reflection of her when the real thing was warm in his arms, hair a mess against his chest, skin carrying the faint scent of ink and sleep? He didn't need to watch a reflection of her smiling at him in some idea...

CASS71- Thief

In the glass, he wasn't alone.

Himself, yes, but not the same man. This Cassian stood straighter, robes sharper. The details behind him were what stopped Cassian's breath. Rows of books stretched to the ceiling in the reflection, ancient tomes, scrolls, and artefacts that shouldn't even exist in this century. There was no Hogwarts classroom in sight... just a vast hall, glowing softly under enchanted lanterns. And Bathsheda stood at his shoulder, smiling faintly, the curve of her finger...

HP484- Two-Faced

Daphne got to her feet and crossed over to Astoria, crouching slightly so they were eye-level.

“Well? Was it actually gone?”

Astoria flexed her fingers , then looked to Harry.

He gave a shrug. “We will know for sure tomorrow, but unless I’ve completely misread it, yeah, it is gone.”

That seemed to settle it for her. Daphne squeezed her sister’s shoulder and moved back toward the couch.

Harry reached into thin air and pulled a long, narrow box. He turn...

CASS70- Mirror

By the time night fell, Cassian was back in the corridors. Patrolling. Always patrolling. Hogwarts loved to creak at night.

He turned into the south wing and spotted a familiar sash rounding the corner.

"Professor Rosier," came a too-chipper voice.

"Miss Clearwater."

"Nothing unusual on the third floor. Peeves tried to rearrange the armours again, but Per- Mr Weasley convinced him to duel a staircase instead."

Cassian blinked. "What did the staircase do?"

"...

CASS69- Crushing Defeat

Ten minutes later, Cassian was staring at an empty field of ash and splinters that used to be his army.

Bathsheda leaned her chin on her hand. "That is three for me."

"Well," Cassian said, flicking a piece of pawn off the board, "as I said... women are as great as men. Possibly greater. At least in strategy and cruelty."

"Was that your excuse last time too?" she asked mildly.

George grinned from where he'd sprawled on the rug. "You are losing, Professor."

"I am t...

HP483- Blood Ritual

Harry led the way through the narrow brick passage, boots scuffing lightly against the worn steps as they descended. The air grew cooler the further they went, with a faint hum somewhere in the background, magic and machinery working together.

At the bottom, the corridor opened out into a wide chamber that didn’t look like anything you would find above ground. Dozens of masked men and women moved busily, some bent over workbenches cluttered with half-finished metal shapes, others haul...

CASS68- Chess

It wasn't long before other professors trickled in. Well... most of them. Snape was conspicuously absent, and so was Quirrell.

Two years back, when Cassian was fresh-faced and hadn't yet figured out how many broom closets hid illicit Firewhisky, he remembered Quirrell helping with these very decorations. He’d even seen the man elbow-deep in garland, untangling charms alongside the elves or helping Madam Pomfrey with tedious paste creation. This year, though? Quirrell barely left his r...

CASS67- Snow

When Christmas arrived, most of the castle emptied. Trunks rolled, owls flapped, and the corridors went back to their usual winter haunt of draughts and creaking portraits. Cassian stayed. Bathsheda stayed. She always did... practically welded herself to the place. He was, of couse, invited to Yule, as always, ignored.

He had better plans. Mainly: chaos.

December twenty-fifth kicked off with Cassian launching the first snowball straight into George Weasley's unsuspecting face. The...

HP482- Death's Champion

Nigel gave a low chuckle. “Because it is. Magic created it, like she did with most things. But when humanity first came into the picture, it didn’t all go one way. Half leaned toward spellwork, runes, intuition. The other half built tools. Machinery. Systems.”

“So what, two paths, same origin?”

Nigel chuckled. “Technology, much like the magic you wield, was one of her gifts. When humans first showed up, half leaned into spells and rituals. The other half started buildi...

CASS66- Game On

Snape looked like someone had slipped lemon juice into his morning tea, but with just the faintest glimmer of smugness under the scowl. Probably sniffed a bit of troll spleen before bed. That would lift his mood for at least a month.

Cassian lifted his mug. "Good to see you dry, Severus."

Snape didn't answer.

At the Gryffindor table, Weasley was claiming he "distracted the troll by throwing its own snot at it," which didn't even make sense, biologically.

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