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CASS160- Headmasters

Standing in the centre of the gathering like he'd been conjured straight from a scroll painting. Hands tucked behind his back, long silver moustache trailing down. His robe, crimson and black, stitched with gold dragons coiling from shoulder to hem, glimmered under the floating lights as if the man had brought his own weather.

Cassian squinted, tilted his head towards Bathsheda. "Yeah. I ...

CASS159- Forced!

After most of the castle cleared out for Christmas, things went quiet. Cassian was trudging through the edge of the Forest with Hagrid and a trio of students, boots crunching over frost.

Hagrid was hauling a net over one shoulder, half-packed with branches and pine sap. Snow clung to his beard like icing.

"Thank ye for helping with this, Cassian."

He gave a wave, stepping over...

CASS158- Liar!

A few weeks slipped by. Quidditch started up again, and for the first time since the boy set foot on a broomstick, nothing tried to murder Potter mid-air. Not even a faint breeze in the wrong direction. No cursed Bludgers. No rogue Dementors. No death threats from the sky. He just caught the Snitch, clean as you like, and that was it, game over. Kind of insulting, really, after the usual theatr...

CASS157- Druid

After class, Cassian kicked the door shut behind him, dropped his notes on the desk, and sank onto the edge of the bed like someone preparing for a storm to roll through his skull.

And just like that, he opened his eyes in a forest.

The trees were tall and straight, bark worn pale with age, not even a trace of magic in their grain.

Cassian stood still. Or, was standing. Sort o...

CASS156- No

On Friday, Cassian was cornered halfway through his walk to his class, tea in hand and no intention whatsoever of doing anything noble with his afternoon.

"Professor Rosier, a word please," Pomona said, smiling far too sweetly for his liking.

Cassian raised a finger without slowing. "Nope."

Both women stopped.

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CASS155- Damn You, Sirius Black!

Cassian opened the door and found Fudge already halfway to a meltdown, sweat pooling in his collar, while McGonagall glared like she was seconds from transfiguring him into a dung beetle. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, fingers steepled.

"It is Sirius Black, Albus," Fudge was saying, pacing short, agitated lines. "You know what he's capable of. The Dementors are here to protect the studen...

CASS154- Dementors!

Cassian's hand was tucked loosely around hers as they strolled through Hogsmeade, weaving past clustered students and a pair of third-years arguing over the best place to get sick on sugar. He pointed lazily at a stand selling enchanted scarves that changed colour with mood.

"You need one of those," he said. "Could save me hours trying to guess whether you're annoyed at me or just hungry....

CASS153- Fear

Hello everyone! Sorry I've been so busy these past few days, lots of travel, and I even got sick(Light cold), so I couldn't interact much with the comments. But I love reading them, and it makes me so happy when you leave more! Thank you all so much for the support!

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Cassian rapped twice on the office door and stepped in before the second knock had fully faded. He was carrying a...

CASS152- Logic

Hermione woke up on September 19th with a grin already stretching across her face. She shoved her blanket back, scrambled upright, and leaned over the side of her bed to reach. The box was exactly where she'd anticipated, tucked near her midnight light read.

She dragged the box out, heart thudding in that stupid way it always did on birthdays. Not because she expected anything dramatic, b...

CASS151- Rewind!

Cassian shoved open the classroom door with his hip, juggling a pile of scrolls and a cup of tea. Inside, the usual suspects were already in their seats, or near enough to count. Gryffindors and Slytherins, fifth-years, a dangerous blend of chaos and ambition. Fred and George had taken over the back row, obviously. Lee Jordan perched sideways in his chair. Angelina, Alicia, and Kenneth had clai...

CASS150- Boggart

Cassian opened the door after two short knocks and found Harry and Neville standing outside, looking like they'd just wandered in from two entirely different disasters.

He leaned against the frame. "What happened to the rest of your gang? Get caught in a turf war with the elves?"

Harry scratched at his nose. "We didn't come together. Just ran into each other here."

Cassian gla...

CASS149- Cookie?

Since Bathsheda's brain had nearly melted trying to wrap itself around two Hermiones and Cassian wasn't willing to sacrifice the last of his single-digit brain cell count to the altar of theoretical time mishaps, they left the castle for some air.

The garden was quiet this time of late afternoon. Most students were still drifting between lunch and classes.

They turned a corner by th...

CASS148- Crack

Disclaimer: I am not a smart man, and I probably lost a few more brain cells writing this chapter. So if those of you who are obviously smarter than me spot any flaws in the logic, please do let me know. Thanks, and have fun!

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Bathsheda yanked Cassian into his own office by the sleeve, slammed the door with her foot, and spun on him.

"Alright," she said. "Y...

CASS147- Mouse

Next morning, after breakfast, Cassian stood in front of the third-year Gryffindors and Slytherins, adjusting the chalk on the edge of his desk with one thumb. A few students were still shuffling into their seats, robes half-buttoned, hair damp from a rushed wash, and at least two were trying to whisper an entire summer recap under their breath.

He gave it about three seconds before snapp...

CASS146- Siriusly?

Back at their flat, the late sun threw amber light across the floorboards. Cassian barely got past the editorial, some overly excited drivel about international cooperation and the Cup, when soft slipper-steps padded in from the hall.

Bathsheda didn't stop walking. She climbed straight onto the sofa, flopped across his legs like a cat who'd claimed the warmest spot in the flat, and announ...

CASS145- Foam

I'll be publishing another chapter today, making it two days of double chapters this weekend. Thank you all so much for your support throughout this time. The past few weeks have been quite busy, with lots of travel, so there may have been a few editing mistakes here and there. Sorry about that, and thanks for pointing them out. Love you all, as always! 🫀🫀🫀

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CASS144- Events

Cassian stepped into Regulus's study and stopped short.

Everyone was already seated. Nobody looked thrilled.

Matching frowns. That was never a good sign.

He raised a brow. "Who died? And don't all raise your hands at once."

Aunt Viola didn't even glance up from her whisky glass. Just rolled her eyes and swirled her glass.

It was Armand who answered. "Sirius Black e...

CASS143- Alternate Reality

I'll post a second chapter in an hour or so.

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Harry woke up before his alarm. The sky was still grey, curtains cracked just enough to let in the early light. Hedwig was perched on the windowsill, feathers puffed up and eyes half-lidded. No cage. Just the ledge. That still felt strange.

He reached out and scratched behind her head. She leaned into it, blinkin...

CASS142- Footpath

Another Crawler darted into the array, sliced too fast to track. It hit Cassian's corner and bounced, claws screaming against the barrier.

Perenelle's wand lashed upward. "Pin them!"

Nicolas frowned, eyes on the flickering line of wards. "They're draining the magic. We don't have long."

Cassian swiped sweat off his brow with the back of his sleeve. "Patronus. Use them."
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C- Between the Lines #3 - Rowena vs Illiteracy (Read After Ch 30)

Helena Ravenclaw waited outside her mother's study after knocking. She dared not enter without waiting for permission. A hot tea and biscuits were balanced on a tray in one hand, her other hand smoothing down her sleeve for the third time. She wanted it to look like she had thought of this on a whim, not that she had stood in the kitchen baking biscuits Rowena might actually eat.

Inside, ...

CASS141- Ngaralu

Bathsheda stepped back half a pace. "You're—"

"Ngaralu," Cassian answered for her.

She looked as thrown as the rest of them. Eyes narrowed, lips barely moving as she spoke. "Years must have passed. I felt the bindings weaken long ago. Then the silence. I was forgotten. So was the seal." Her gaze swept the circle, stopping on no one in particular. "How many lifetimes has it been?"<...

Spells and Ancient Varriants

I'll post a Google Sheet later. I couldn't add table to here.

Cassian actively try to learn spells. Most of his mastery progress comes from his own effort and practice. He has to start from scratch, just like a first-year student, learning everything from the very beginning. That is why there is some delay in his spell progression.

On top of that, he also needs to c...

CASS140- Call!

Lumos Noctis. The spell. His spell.

The one from the memory, the one that dragged itself out of his head. The dark, the void, the creatures that fed on light like it was prey.

He stared at the darkness in the centre of the ruins, that thick black patch where even shadow didn't dare cross.

His stomach turned.

He looked at Nicolas. "W-when did this happen?"

Nicolas f...

CASS139- Noctis

"Apolline Delacour. Pleased to meet you. I was sent by Master Flamel."

Bathsheda's brow creased, muttering. "A Veela?"

The woman nodded. "Yes."

Cassian scratched the side of his neck. "By Master Flamel, you can't mean..."

Apolline turned slightly and pointed to a cafe just across the street. "Please come with me."

Cassian looked between her, the alley, and the cafe...

CASS138- Summer

Next day, the Petrified students were treated... no lingering damage, not even for Nearly Headless Nick, who went straight back to floating through walls or whatever counted as a hobby for a ghost. Exams were cancelled too, which had Hermione looking as if someone had stolen her birthday. The rest of the castle, however, erupted in cheers.

Bathsheda was waiting at the bottom of the stairs...

CASS137- Power

I asked for second year feedback and got absolutely nothing. Guess I'll just sit here, crying into my notes... lol. (I am an ugly-crier)

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Cassian didn't bother hiding his grin when Lucius left the meeting room, cane tapping against the stone, mouth pinched like he'd bitten into a lemon.

"You've lost, Malfoy," Cassian said as they passed in the corridor. "Try not to trip ove...

CASS136- Dismissed

The aftermath of the Chamber incident wasn't neat.

The governors had barely finished congratulating themselves over Dumbledore's removal before they were forced to drag their smug faces back to Hogwarts and reinstate him. Cassian had the pleasure of watching most of them avoid eye contact like children caught misbehaving and told to apologise.

He stood at the front of the chamber, n...

Announcement: Advanced Chapters Are Here

I've finally delivered on the promise I made, and now the new access will be:

• Greg Tier: 3 → 10 Advanced Chapters (20k words~) (Ch86-95)

• Imagination Apprentice: 10 → 20 Advanced Chapters (40k words~)(Ch86-105)

• Imagination Scholar: 15 → 30 Advanced Chapters (60k words~)(Ch86-115)

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CASS135- Memory Wipe!

"Fawkes, get your feathery arse here."

Soon enough, he heard wings flapping from somewhere above.

A warm breeze ruffled Cassian's hair. He looked up to see Fawkes.

The phoenix swooped down from the darkness above, light shimmering from his golden-red feathers. He landed lightly on Harry's chest, tilting his head as though studying the wound.

Cassian huffed. "Took your ti...

CASS134- Dark

With a strangled yell, Harry ripped his arm free. The fang tore out with it, blood spurting in dark arcs across his sleeve. His knees buckled, and he hit the ground hard, one hand clutching the venomous tooth.

Cassian's heart jumped into his throat. "Stay down, you stubborn little..."

But Harry wasn't listening.

He twisted on the floor, fumbling the diary into his lap. The fan...