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CASS65- Soaked

"Why did Quirrell say it was in the dungeons, then?"

Bathsheda hummed, but didn't answer. Her head was still tucked under his jaw, fingers idly tracing something on his chest... maybe a rune, maybe a to-do list, maybe the death of the Roman Empire. Hard to tell with her. She went quiet like that sometimes when something bothered her. Cassian knew the rhythm of it by now.

"Alright," he said. "What is the theory?"

Bathsheda didn't meet his eye. "If Quirrell got it wrong, it me...

CASS64- Leviosaaa!

"Mr Potter. Mr Weasley," Cassian said, unimpressed. "Out for a dungeon crawl, are we?"

Ron scrambled to his feet. "We were... uh, heading back, but then... Hermione! She doesn't know about the troll. She is in the loo!"

Cassian stared at them, mouth parting slightly. "You left a girl in the bathroom while a troll is on the loose?"

Harry shot a look at Ron, panicked. "We didn't leave her, we just... she didn't know! We were going to find her."

Cassian sighed a tired bre...

HP481- L.E.G.I.N, Servant of Magic

Inside, the cottage was quiet. The scent of damp earth drifted from the back where the greenhouse attached. Through the open door, Petunia was knelt in the far corner, trimming a cluster of belladonna leaves with careful snips.

She glanced up as he approached and dusted her hands on a cloth. “You are early.”

“Not much else going on today,” Harry said, stepping into the doorway.

Petunia looked back at her plants. “You always say that before something explodes.” 2025-08-07 21:30:32 +0000 UTC View Post

CASS63- Troll

That was the first of many knocks. Granger kept showing up like she was trying to personally unwrite every sentence Cassian’d ever muttered about books being full of lies. He didn't mind. It was like being pestered by an overachieving moth... bright, relentless, prone to catching fire if she got too close to something ancient. He would correct her footnotes with a biscuit in one hand and tease her margins with questions that made her frown so hard he swore it left creases in the page...

MHA195- Home

A week passed. Everything calmed down.

No more alarms. No alerts. No explosions outside the window. Just the occasional squeak of Eri's shoes as she walked across the room like she owned the place. Most days, Ryuu just sat there. Surrounded.

Eventually, Ryuu left the bed. Not because the doctors cleared it. Because he got sick of sitting. Mirko had dropped a note saying she would be back soon, and he figured if he didn't get up now, the next round might kill him by friction.

CASS62- Flawed

One of those mornings. The kind where the castle creaked like it hadn't slept either, and Cassian, stretched sideways across the couch with one leg hooked over the armrest, had a pencil, yes, Muggle, scandalous, balanced on his nose. He been at it for ten seconds. Personal record, thirteen and a half.

The knock came like a traitor.

The pencil slipped, bonked him on the lip, and vanished under the desk.

"Damn it," he muttered, sitting up. "I was about to break my record."

HP480- Peverell Vault

Harry stood in the lowest reaches of Gringotts, well beneath the public floors and goblin-run galleries. The air down here was colder, still as stone, and carried a faint metallic tang. Torches lit the walls with a quiet, steady burn. At his side, Grimbletack adjusted his waistcoat and gave the thick, ancient vault door a firm nod.

“This is it,” the goblin said, his clawed hand brushing over the carved markings. “Peverell Vault.”

Harry stepped forward, brushing the edge of...

MHA194- Deliver

Shigaraki's hand twitched again, barely controlled.

"I mean, really, make it make sense. You became the exact same piece of shit who broke you. Here you are, walking proof that abuse recycles itself."

"You really think he ever loved you?" I asked, circling.

His head cocked, confused for a second.

"AFO," I said. "You think that parasite adopted you out of care? No. He saw a dented toy, wrapped it in skin, shoved a dead man's dream in your spine, and called it purpose."<...

CASS61- Tribute

Cassian stayed put, standing before Dumbledore's desk.

"I've decided what to do about the third-floor corridor," he said, flicking a folded bit of parchment from his pocket. "My part of the trial, I mean."

He dropped a scroll on the table. "Right, so. Here is the thing. This? This is not the greatest ward in the world."

Dumbledore blinked over his teacup. "No?"

Cassian leaned forward, eyes a little wild. "No. Couldn’t remember the greatest ward in the world."

H...

MHA193- Payback

Shigaraki threw himself sideways, skidding over cracked beams and busted tile. He wasn't dodging, just gasping for space to breathe. Dozens of Nomu dropped from everywhere like cockroach skydivers on crack, High-End, low-end, and no-end freaks.

"Split and take them down! Protect Eraser!" Jeanist yelled, already snapping lines across the courtyard, pulling debris into barricades.

Ryukyu took to the sky, tail whipping as her shadow crossed over the busted wall. Nejire landed by my s...

CASS60- Punishment

Cassian stood, brushing crumbs off his coat, then cupped a hand around his mouth. "Draco Malfoy! Come back here."

Malfoy froze mid-step, back rigid. He turned like someone had cast Petrificus Totalus.

"This isn't your class," he called, aiming for smug, cracking halfway through.

Cassian gave him a nod. "Right. Except Madam Hooch left me in charge. Which makes me your favourite professor for the next... what, twenty minutes?" He motioned him over. "I said come here."

Th...

HP479- Graduation

Harry walked the lower corridors alone. He reached the sink and took the elevator down to the Chamber.

“Basi,” he called out. A familiar hissing slithered through the tunnels before the great serpent emerged. She glided into view, scales slithering across the stone.

“Master,” she greeted, bowing her head.

Harry stopped a few feet from her and patted the side of her thick, scaled neck. “You sure you want to stay here?” he asked. “Ash and Spark wouldn’t mind th...

CASS59- Fly!

Things carried on.

Cassian didn't dial it back, not really. Just changed the rhythm. Fewer fireworks, more rope.

The Gryffindors were catching on quick. Hermione started arguing footnotes with him by next week. Neville still looked like he might spontaneously combust if called on, but he stopped flinching every time someone said "essay."

Seamus had set a quill on fire twice. Cassian refused to be impressed until it was intentional.

And so arrived Cassian’s favori...

CASS58- Daddy!

Cassian had no illusions. This wasn't about pens. Or tone. Or even that bloody badger comment. He taught the same class last year. Same jabs, same tricks, same teacup stunt. Dumbledore knew it too. Probably read half the assignments over his nightcap and chuckled into his beard.

So this? This was about the audience.

New faces. Sharper ears. Bigger names. Not all the first years came in equal... Malfoy's name might as well have been carved on half the bricks, and Cassian didn't nee...

MHA192- Bouncing Ball

He stood across from me, the hospital rubble cracking under his steps. Shigaraki kept flexing his fingers like he was warming up to rip someone's throat out. That someone was probably me.

Mirko spat to the side, already cracking her knuckles. "You gonna stand there, or are we tearing through this freakshow?"

Mirko, Aizawa, Endeavor, and the rest of the crew were right behind me. Manual stood close, keeping Aizawa's eyes wet like his life depended on it. Which it did.

Shigara...

CASS57- A DAMN PEN!

That evening, Cassian was summoned.

Dumbledore hadn't written a time. Just a note, charmed to hover ominously above his teacup like a judgmental halo. "Headmaster's Office. This evening." No signature. No smiley face. No warning.

He found them already waiting by the time he arrived, Dumbledore behind the desk, McGonagall in her usual place by the hearth, and Snape standing like someone had tried to rearrange his spine with a stick.

No tea in sight. Bad sign.

"Professor...

HP478- Hogwarts Accepts Duelling Club

A year later, Harry stood in the middle of the Duelling Club. The final exams had wrapped up three days ago. He passed all of them, NEWTs in every subject, straight Marvelous across the board. Not that he doubted it. He seen the scores before they were even posted.

All the school was there, including most of the staff, packed into the Duelling Club’s repurposed hall. Chairs lined the sides, students filled every space in between. Even the professors had turned out, Flitwick perched on...

MHA191- Blade!

Machia's roar turned the sky inside out. Dirt exploded. Sato flew back ten feet, skidded. Vines caught him.

More movement. Ms. Joke tackled someone out of a burning hallway. Cementoss created a bunker on the right side, but didn't last long.

"Get her out!" one clone snapped, dragging a student to his feet.

"Which one is the real you?" Jiro yelled, charging past another Ryuu.

"Figure it out after we win!"

Toga created a wall of ice as Machia lunged. It cracked, bu...

MHA190- Ryuu's Army

"You come far." he said like I was a mosquito flying around something divine.

I laughed.

"Who the fuck you think you are? Looking down on me like I ain't the guy who used your face to mop a bathroom stall? Forgot how many times I beat your ass so hard your fingers stopped twitching?"

He did not flinch. Same dead stare. Like the idea of getting clowned by me had been overwritten by his new firmware. No response. No snarl. Not even that rabid-dog stutter he used to get when I ...

HP477- Confession

Unsurprisingly, nothing happened until the year began winding down. The castle settled into the usual late-spring lull, exams creeping closer, Quidditch fading out... It was the kind of quiet that made you suspicious.

A few weeks before the Leaving Feast, Harry stayed back after Duelling Club. Most students had cleared out, only a few stragglers cleaning up their gear. Daphne waved him off with a raised eyebrow and a “Don’t take too long,” before heading off with Tracey and Pansy....

CASS56- WHY?!

Cassian perched on the desk, kicked one leg over the side, and aimed his attention straight at the girl practically vibrating out of her seat.

"Ms Granger," he said. "You are Muggle-born, correct?"

She blinked like he asked if she breathed air. "Yes, sir."

"Lovely. Can you tell me why you are using a quill?"

Hermione hesitated, glancing at her parchment, the quill in her hand, then back at him. "Because... um... it is traditional?"

"That is a polite way of saying...

MHA189- Tiger

Mirko left, and I was alone with abominations. One split down the spine like a pinata made of tumors, birthing limbs that looked like it lost a bet with biology. Ripped its own back open, birthed another set of limbs mid-run. Great. Another body to beat like a drum.

The first tackled, I side-stepped. Momentum stacked, [Impact Overflow] building. Swung WEM low, piston drive catching behind the knee. Snap. It dropped. The trunk thing screamed.

Some goo spat out like a water balloon ...

CASS55- The Greatest Creation!

Next morning, Cassian sat on the rug, stared at the remains of what had once been the single greatest logic-activated defence ward Hogwarts had seen since ever and made a long, guttural noise that probably translated to "Why, God, why?"

Parchment. Ruined. Ink everywhere. One diagram looked like someone had summoned a jellyfish into a meat grinder. Another had a faint boot print over the delicate curvature of a rune that was supposed to control directional tethering.

He grab...

HP476- Reason

“Any casualties?” Harry scanned the crowd quickly. No one seemed injured, but that didn’t mean much.

“No,” Su Li answered. “Spooked everyone. No one was hurt.”

“Except McLaggen,” Luna added with a smile. “He fainted when Voldemort appeared.”

That earned a few laughs.

“Fainted?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“Dropped like a sack of potatoes,” Lavender confirmed. “Tried to act like he tripped after, but, come on.”

Gathering in th...

MHA188- Fight!

Underground was a mess.

Villains running into each other, screaming orders no one followed. Nobody at the top was commanding these mindless zealots who had no brain to think for themselves. No Re-Destro. No Trumpet. No Skeptic. Just meat on panic legs.

Jeanist vaulted a tipped beam and kicked one across the room before his boots hit ground. Threads snapped out in every direction, wrapping arms, legs, mouths, dragging two dozen into the walls like duct-taped cockroaches. Kamui's br...

CASS54- Revenge!

"No one remembers the sensible hedge-witch who healed toes and minded her cauldron," Cassian continued, watching their horrified faces for a second. "But they will etch Bellodrix's rune into prison walls for three centuries. That is influence. Terrible, bloody influence. But it sticks."

He paused beside Kenneth. "Which is why you are learning it. Not to use it, obviously. But to know it. Because one day, some bright-eyed anarchist in Romania will carve it into a bathroom stall and call ...

CASS53- Secrets?

Cassian scratched his chin, looking at the gathered Professors. "Right, so everyone here is placing something with their subjects. Should I just drop a History textbook and ask the intruder to memorise it?"

McGonagall gave him a sharp look, but Dumbledore was already nodding, with that mild, cryptic thing he called a smile.

"Only if the penalty for failure is being forced to cite footnotes under pressure," he said.

Cassian clicked his tongue. "Oof. That is worse than fire."<...

MHA187- Bond

High-end popped again with (Phase Ripper), and I was already mid-vault. [Acrobatics & Evasion] twisted me over its arm, both boots landing on its shoulder blades. I fired down with WEM like a sledgehammer. (Shockburst Glands) went off.

Walls cracked.

The blast blew me back, but [Devourer's Instinct] kept me upright mid-air, sucking stamina from the ugly fucker. Pain was a bitch, but I had worse. Like Bakugo's breath. I landed and charged again. [Endless Momentum] had me burnin...

CASS52- Measure of Deterrence

"Saw it a few times, back then. Potter and his lot, Potter and Black mostly, going after Snape."

Bathsheda was a few years ahead of Cassian at school, saw things he didn’t. She wasn’t close to either Cassian or Snape at the time, but she seen enough from across corridors and classrooms. Back then, Cassian was too young, tucked safely in lower years, watching older students bully Snape at every turn.

Cassian glanced at her. "Like pranking?"

"Not pranks," she said quietly....

CASS51- New Year

Cassian slid into his usual seat halfway down the staff table. Bathsheda landed beside him. Flitwick climbed onto his booster cushion. Kettleburn had a bottle of something that looked medicinal but probably wasn't.

Snape took the far-left end, naturally. McGonagall's chair beside Dumbledore remained empty for now. Quirrell sank into his spot like he was expecting it to bite.

Cassian picked up a napkin and started folding it into something vaguely pyramid-shaped. Bathsheda glanced ...