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MHA179- Tiger

The energy started building, Pulse Shred kicking in first. The air around my arm shimmered as kinetic force layered over muscle and bone.

The air turned heavy.

Toru took a step back. "Uh, is it just me, or does this feel…"

"Like a bad idea?" Jirou muttered, watching the ground crack slightly under my feet.

Sero whistled. "Alright, this is looking kinda serious."

The energy peaked. I moved.

One step, then another, then a final burst forward, launching the ...

HP471- Engagement

The next day at Longbottom Manor, the mood was lighter but no less grand. The sprawling hall had fewer guests than the Potter Yule, yet somehow the event felt bigger. Neville and Fleur’s engagement had drawn together an interesting sorts of people.

Harry stood near the side of the room, glass in hand, flanked by Petunia on one side and Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel on the other. Daphne and Tracey drifted in and out of their little group, Tracey smirking as she plucked a tiny canapé o...

CASS31- Tax Write-Offs

The four were crossing a lake. Not just any lake. Wide, still, silver-dark in the illusion's low light… looked suspiciously like the Great Lake, minus the squid. Mist clung to the surface, curling around the boat, hiding everything past the edge of the spell's radius. The only sound in the real room was a faint gasp from wide-eyed children.

As the boat pushed forward, the mist started to pull back. Bit by bit, the jagged silhouette of land rose ahead. Not a gentle slope, not a welcomi...

CASS30- Founders

Cassian woke up with someone's hair in his mouth and a cramp in his lower back that made him regret all life choices, including the one that involved falling asleep in his colleague's arms on a couch not designed for overnight use. Bathsheda had shifted sometime after midnight and wedged herself against his ribs like a very dignified heat pack. Her leg was across his. Her hair... somewhere near his collarbone. He peeled a strand off his tongue and sighed through his nose.

The fire had g...

CASS29- Soooo…

Cassian didn't dive in like the rest. He started slow, as if Hogwarts were a buffet with a wellness consultant. Bit of veg first, steamed and healthy, fibre, thank you very much. Followed by a decent portion of protein, roast lamb, a slice of chicken breast, and something suspiciously like lentils hiding in the corner of a bowl. Healthy fat next. Bit of olive oil from the salad, few walnuts scattered into his plate like contraband. Then a small serving of barley pilaf. Finally, finished with ...

CASS28- New Professor

They left in silence. The door clicked shut behind them.

Cassian waited until they were two corridors down before he spoke.

"So. Magical contraception wards."

Bathsheda didn't look at him. "Yes."

"Hogwarts is full of surprises."

She stopped mid-step. "You are not slipping this into your lecture slides."

He put a hand to his chest, scandalised. "Please. I have standards. I would never bring up contraception during a lecture on goblin rebellions. Unless it is...

CASS27- Magical Contraception

New year started soon enough. Cassian made the tactical decision not to repeat last year's little humiliation tour, and Bathsheda, saint that she apparently was, offered to side-along Apparate him straight to Hogsmeade. Saved him the joy of another round of sitting on the Hogwarts Express looking like someone's older cousin who got lost on the wrong platform.

The memory of last year's trip still clung to him like bad cologne... wedged between two excitable second-years, surrounded by Pu...

CASS26- Mind Magic

Rest of the summer passed in a slow, predictable crawl.

Cassian kept to himself. He did the polite thing... turned up to breakfast, nodded at the right relatives, spooned marmalade onto toast like he wasn't planning to throw himself into a cliff the next time someone mentioned "blood purity." He let the jabs roll off. Rosier cousins circling like bored vultures, offering comments to be noticed but too polite to challenge. He smiled through it all, eyes glazed, like a man pretending to c...

CASS25- Brand

Bathsheda just held onto him and they landed a few metres from Rosier Manor's outer gates, just shy of the wards.

Cassian cleared his throat. "Well. Back to the ancestral snake pit."

Bathsheda raised an eyebrow. "Want me to walk you to the door?"

"What, so the ancestral portraits can gossip about the scandalous Norwegian mistress who clearly bewitched me?"

Her lip twitched. "Might improve your reputation."

"Not hard," he said. "Last I checked, I am ranked just be...

CASS24- Fjords

Fjords sliced through rock like someone had taken a giant butter knife to the earth. Villages clung to the cliffs, all red roofs and silent windows, like they just missed a Viking raid by a few centuries.

Cassian pressed a palm to the glass, tracking the curl of a river below. "Imagine rowing that upstream with twenty lads, two barrels of mead, and a goat you stole from a rival clan."

Bathsheda didn't look up. "I imagine it daily."

Their arrival at the coast involved far too...

CASS23- Brain Drills

They passed a cluster of researchers, all doing a poor job of pretending not to watch. The Ministry tent had the charm of a dentist's waiting room... cold lamplight, joyless chairs, a little desk pushed into the corner. A heating charm rattled faintly somewhere near the ceiling, barely masking the chill that crept in through the canvas.

The two officials followed them inside, closing the flap behind. The woman pulled out a quill that looked like it had been plucked from a particularly d...

CASS22- Almost A Proper One

After the Norwegian researchers did a swift head count and confirmed no one else was trapped inside, they cordoned off the dig and sent a Patronus straight to Oslo. Ministry boots were already on their way. Cassian and Bathsheda hung back, letting the experts take charge. When the last spell was cast, they turned and trudged toward their tents.

Well, "tents" was generous. Each looked like a stout canvas wedge from the outside, but inside they stretched on forever… wood-panel floors gl...

MHA178- Show It!

I plucked the kitten off my bed. She let out a tiny squeak but didn’t fight it, curling into my hand like she owned the place already. Eri was half inside my bag by now, pulling things out like she was looking for treasure. The way my hoodie landed on the floor told me she had clearly been using this room as her little kingdom while I was gone. Crayons were scattered on the desk, coloring pages taped crooked on the wall.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the kitten in my lap ...

CASS21- Collapse

Halfway down, Cassian stopped. The hum was louder now. He tilted his head, straining to catch… something. Words, maybe. A whisper. Barely there. Or just the wind being dramatic again. 

He risked a glance behind. Bathsheda stood silent, but there was something in the way she held herself... too still, like a painting trying too hard. He shook his head. Tension. Probably just tension.

He took the lead, a lantern bobbed in the dark, revealing walls slick with dew. Water drippe...

CASS20- Ancient Cave

The Portkey, a battered suitcase scarred from years of abuse, lurched violently, yanking them forward. A heartbeat later, Cassian's boots slammed onto solid ground, the sharp, frigid air of Norway biting at his face. Bathsheda landed gracefully, adjusting her bag like teleporting to another country was just another Thursday. Cassian stumbled a step, catching himself with a muttered curse.

"Still feels like my insides rearranged every bloody time," he said, brushing off his coat and tryi...

CASS19- Family

Yohen Tanner didn't have a grown granddaughter helping him around the shop yet. Lorielle was probably a toddler right now… maybe not even walking. Cassian shouldn't have known that name. Worse, he shouldn't have said it.

Cassian's stomach dropped as his mind raced. Lorielle Tanner was twenty-five in his past life. That meant… he did some quick calculations, she wasn't even born yet. Phew.

Tanner's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and suspicious. "Who the hell is Lorielle?...

CASS18- Bloody Historians

Year ended, and Cassian returned to Rosier Manor. He took the train from Hogsmeade with the students, not because he had to, but because Apparating was beyond him, and calling a house-elf just to fetch him home was too much effort. Besides, he liked trains. The steady rhythm, the muted conversations leaking between compartments, the scenery flashing past… it was oddly grounding, a quiet simplicity magic never managed to replicate.

The Hogwarts Express was loud, as always. Younger stud...

CASS17- Curse

Sitting in the Great Hall for the End of Year feast, Cassian looked up at the green banners stretched across the ceiling. Slytherin had taken both the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup, their table loud with celebration. The other houses bore it with varying degrees of tolerance… Ravenclaws weren't overly bothered, Hufflepuffs clapped politely, and Gryffindors sulked like someone had personally slighted their ancestors.

It was a familiar sight, but Cassian had no real attachment to it. ...

CASS16- Surviving the Year

The rest of the year passed in a blur. Cassian went through the curriculum, covering everything from the first-year spells to subjects that weren't technically his responsibility… but if Snape got to terrify students in Potions, Cassian saw no issue with throwing in a few history lessons that actually mattered.

He made sure they learned the origins of Potions, much to Snape's irritation, and walked them through the ancient applications of Transfiguration. He covered the history of the...

CASS15- Bathsheda Babbling

Days passed in much the same way. Classes, paperwork, the occasional meeting where Snape glared at him like he was some particularly stubborn bit of dirt that wouldn't scrub off. Cassian kept his lessons lively with illusions and demonstrations, and somehow, Hogwarts' finest didn't turn History of Magic into their nap time.

Before long, the first term was over. The school emptied for the holidays, leaving behind only a handful of students and staff. Cassian stayed, partly because he had...

HP470- Cocoon

They sent spell after spell, one barrage following the next. Red, blue, and golden streaks of magic shot across the room, lighting up the air like fireworks. But Harry moved like he grown an extra set of eyes... behind his head, under his feet, everywhere at once. Every curse and hex aimed his way either glanced off, twisted aside, or bounced back with a sharp flick of his wand. The stone floor was scorched in places, walls cracked from stray blasts. Dust and rubble rained down steadily as bi...

CASS14- Aromic Bomb

Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, Cassian spotted a familiar figure ahead. Professor Quirinus Quirrell, the Muggle Studies professor, was heading in the same direction, a stack of books levitating beside him.

Cassian had been meaning to pick Quirrell's brain for a while. Curious about how Muggle society functioned in this world, he decided to strike up a conversation. If things ran parallel to his old world, he had some investments to make… Bitcoin, Microsoft, Apple, Amazon. Magi...

MHA177- Home

Winter passed, spring rolled in, and just like that, our time at the agency was up. Months of chaos, patrols, late-night bullshit, and Mirko turning every alley into her personal bedroom, and now we were heading back to school.

The night before we left, Mirko decided sleep was optional. I wasn’t complaining. She made sure I would leave with sore legs and an empty tank. I barely got my uniform packed before she yanked me back into bed, and by the time morning hit, I was running on fume...

CASS13- Selena Rosier

Cassian pulled a rough chunk of stone from his desk, placing it in front of him. Then, from his robes, he produced a small knife. Without warning, he stabbed the blade into the rock. A sharp crack echoed through the room as dust scattered from the impact.

"Stone is rigid. Push hard enough, and it shatters. That's true of rocks, bones… even kingdoms," he said, pulling the blade free. He dusted off the handle and set it down. "Now, watch."

With a flick of his wand, he muttered, Sp...

CASS12- Softening Charm

Don’t be frightened, I won’t spam teaching chapters nor avoid them altogether. In my humble opinion, I balanced them pretty well. The first two years won’t take too many chapters either, but they will still show some of the important moments and people. As always, please give feedback!

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Cassian pulled out his wand and flicked it. The air shimmered as a golden haze spread across the room, swallowing the office whole. The walls of stone vanished, replaced by ...

CASS11- Unerasable History

The following days followed a rhythm. Every class started with Cassian flicking his wand and letting Lumos Spectaculum do the heavy lifting. The walls of his classroom came alive with battles, duels, rebellions, and ancient rituals. Students who had come expecting another dull hour of names and dates found themselves watching history move before their eyes… Merlin arguing with Arthur, goblins clashing with wizards, witches standing at the stake with smirks, untouched by the flames.

On...

CASS10- Kitchen

"Who here knows why Muggles started burning witches?"

A few hands shot up.

"They thought witches were evil," a Ravenclaw girl said.

"Fear of magic," Percy added.

Cassian gave a half-shrug. "Yeah, sort of. But here is the fun part… it didn't work." He gestured vaguely. "Most witches and wizards caught in those burnings just threw on a Flame-Freezing Charm and sat through it like a minor inconvenience. Some even let it happen on purpose, had a laugh, then Disapparated ...

CASS9- The Witch!

He was using Lumos Spectaculum, silently, of course. The System had bumped his mastery to Maximum, so no need for incantations anymore. The moment he saw the spell, he knew exactly what to do with it… his classes.

Threads of light twisted and knotted in the air, resolving into crisp details… Merlin's robe rippling in a phantom wind, Arthur's sword catching a golden gleam. The illusion breathed, moved, smooth as flowing water. The students stared, slack-jawed, some leaning forward, k...

CASS8- First Lesson

Cassian leaned back in his chair, offering a lazy wave as Dumbledore introduced him. "Pleasure."

The Hall responded with murmurs, whispers, and not-so-subtle nudges. He caught a few familiar expressions among the older Slytherins… recognition, mild curiosity, and in one or two cases, barely concealed amusement. They knew him. Wonderful.

The Gryffindor table, on the other hand, had a few particularly unimpressed faces. A group of redheads, Weasleys, obviously, exchanged glances b...

HP469- Can We Defeat Voldemort?

Harry huffed as he stepped into the corridor. His jaw tightened, and his fingers curled slightly before he shoved them into his pockets. He hadn’t said half of what he intended, and that grated. “Still not good enough,” he muttered under his breath.

“Harry,” Nigel’s voice spoke faintly in his mind, “...that was methodical. You’ve completely split open Dumbledore’s schemes.”

Harry shook his head, lips pressing into a thin line. “I didn’t mention what I pulle...