Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK
Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This fic is somewhat AU. It doesn’t
technically clash with anything that’s canon, but there is an alternate
universe later on and the story involves some details about the Weasley family
that probably would have been mentioned at some point in the books if they were
Also, I’d like to thank my betas Kelleypen
and Jo Wickaninnish for all their help on this fic and for dealing with all my
Mirrors and Wishes
sat down on the floor of his bedroom in the center of a pile of gifts. He
picked one up, held it up to his ear, shook it, weighed it in his hands, and
carefully placed it behind him before selecting another and repeating the
process. He smiled up at his wife as she strode into the room.
“Are you ready
yet?” Cassia Weasley asked as she dumped several neatly wrapped gifts with
glittering nametags into the pile.
Charlie replied, squishing the gift in his hands.
“What do you
mean not really?” she asked suspiciously, plopping down onto the bed.
finished wrapping, and I finished writing out the cards, but I still have to
figure out which card goes to which gift.”
Cassia sighed as
she snuggled into her pillow, making herself comfortable for a long wait. “Why
didn’t you just do each gift and card at the same time like I told you to?”
“Because it’s so
much more interesting this way,” Charlie answered, flashing her a wide smile.
“It’s like a puzzle. You have to figure how to discover what’s inside each
gift without messing up either the gift or the wrapping paper.”
she said, yawning.
“You know you
Cassia made a
soft snorting sound as her eyes slowly closed.
Cassia found herself tiptoeing through the
dark halls of Malfoy Manor, listening for the noise of approaching footsteps.
She pressed herself against a tapestry when she thought she heard a door creak
around the corner. If Death Eaters were approaching, their heavy boots on the
hardwood floor would certainly give them away. Cassia stayed motionless for
several seconds. She could hear nothing but a soft snuffling sound. A house-elf
perhaps? She crouched down low; a man might miss something so small, and a
house elf could be persuaded to keep silent. Slowly, she peered around the
corner and found herself looking directly into a pair of sleepy grey eyes. She
“Go back to sleep, Draco.”
“But Cassia, I’m thirsty. I need a glass
“I said go back to sleep.”
“And I said I’m thirsty.”
Silently cursing all stubborn, spoiled five-year-olds
who would never listen, even to someone seven years their senior, she hissed,
“Have Mipsy or Dobby to get it for you. No buts.” She cut him off when he
tried to say something. “Back to bed or the very minute Aunt Cissy gets back
from London, I’ll tell her about those cookies you stole.”
Faced with this dire threat, the child
mournfully slunk to his room, leaving Cassia to her task. She crept down to
the drawing room and pulled back the carpet under the stairs. Though the
complex charms that kept the trapdoor locked and concealed would not be taught
until next year, her Uncle Lucius had trained her so thoroughly that she easily
surpassed all the other second years in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defence
Against the Dark Arts. She pulled out her wand and muttered several charms in
quick succession, slipped as silently as a shadow though the trapdoor and
closed it behind her. She stepped in front of a chest full of files and began
to comb through it, trying to find where her blood traitor father had been a
few weeks previously, November 28 to be specific. She knew that her Uncle
Lucius kept careful records of the man’s comings and goings, especially on
nights when he may have need of an alibi—since the two brothers looked so much
alike. If Cassia could figure out where her father was the night her uncle had
gone to interrogate the Bones, Lucius could be proven innocent, assuming that
he could manage to get a trial. If her father had been seen by someone on that
night, Lucius could claim that he had been in that place at that time; her
father would finally be of some use to her family.
Cassia felt a familiar frustration fill her
as she was reminded of the day nine years ago when her twin brothers had been
killed in a forest at the age of two by Muggles hunting deer, while her father,
who was supposed to be watching them had been cavorting about in some
restaurant with his Muggle-born second wife. Though her mum had loved Marcus
so much that she took him back after things didn’t work out with the
Muggle-born, Cassia was never able to forgive him for abandoning and shaming
her family. Now it was just Cassia and her parents left. Unable to face the
rest of the family after that incident, they had moved to India where her parents continued their work as magizoologists. When Cassia turned eleven, she
convinced her parents to send her back to Britain where she lived with her aunt
and uncle during the Christmas and Easter breaks, allowing her to attend
Hogwarts and show some family loyalty. With her aunt in London and none of the
resident Death Eaters aware of her uncle’s files, it was up to her alone to
save Lucius from the dementors.
Cassia tried to separate the damp papers
that filled the chest. She had figured out that they were sorted by date and
was now searching for the current year. 1965. 1968. 1976. The name “Julius”
caught her attention. The little brother who had been killed by Muggles.
She pulled out the sheet of parchment.
November 8, 1976
Name: Julius Malfoy
Muggle-born mother. Father is
No wonder Uncle Lucius and Aunt Cissa never
wanted Dad in the house, Cassia thought. He had
children with that Muggle-born he divorced! Cassia skimmed through attack
plans detailing a kidnapping from a camping trip on November 12. At the bottom
of the page she found the words, “Status: Eliminated.” She nearly dropped the
parchment. They killed my brother. It wasn’t Muggles. They killed my
brother. But he was a half-blood, so it’s not that bad. But he was only two.
No two-year-old could ever possibly deserve this. How could they do that to
family? She sat in silence for several moments, then heard heavy footsteps
above her head. They must have been preparing to change the guard around the
house. Nott would be here soon, and he was far more likely to discover her and
the hidden room than that idiot man Goyle. Cassia quickly resumed her mission
and flipped though the last sheets of parchment, looking for her mother’s
name. 1977 Gideon and Fabian Prewett. 1981 Harry Potter. 1982 Horace Bones.
1985 Sandra Malfoy. What was her mother doing in Uncle Lucius’ files?
December 16, 1985
Malfoy, suspected Auror
Cassia’s heart leapt into her throat.
Hands shaking, she sped through the rest of the report.
Mission: On the
evening of December 29 search her home for records concerning husband Marcus’.
My mother is a Pureblood. And that’s
tonight! If they think she’s Muggle-born. . . Cassia
skipped to the bottom of the page and felt some of the tension in her body
release when she found the words “Status: Living.” I have to warn her, she
thought, snatching up an Invisibility Cloak from a nearby shelf and throwing it
over her shoulders. The paper still clutched in her fist heated up as if it
had sensed her malignant thoughts. She threw it down, not knowing where she
could run if it were cursed; the footsteps upstairs had not yet ceased. But nothing
happened: no sparks, no explosions. Warily, Cassia leaned forward to get a
better look at the paper lying on the floor. One word was twisting and
morphing. The ink that had shaped the word “Living” now spelled out
Charlie called, shaking his wife first slowly, then more roughly.
grabbed him by his shoulders, flipped him onto his back, and thrust her wand
into his throat as she crouched on top of him on the bed.
“Hey, hey, it’s
just me,” he croaked, trying to push her wand away from his neck.
Cassia drew the
wand back shakily, breathing hard. “I’m sorry,” she said, rubbing her eyes.
She plopped down onto the bed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I dreamt
about the night my mother was killed.” She gave a small attempt at a grin.
“Talk about needing to re-evaluate your life. And I was only twelve.”
kissed her forehead and began running his fingers through her dark hair,
allowing her to continue talking.
“Man, I was such
a brat of a kid. I mean, not in a prissy girly way, but in a stuck-up superior
kind of way. And don’t you say anything about understanding, because you
don’t!” she lectured her silent husband. “How could you know what it’s like to
find out you haven’t got the pure blood that you prided yourself on and that
you’re next on the hit list on the people who you thought loved you? That your
mother’s dead and that the father you despised was a good man, far better than
the ones you admired. I thought that when I was a baby he had been cheating on
Mum with a Muggle-born, but they had just made up a woman because the
Muggle-born the Death Eaters had found out about was Mum. She got away, but
ten years later they realized that it had always been her and they killed her.
My father and I had to go into hiding for two weeks until all the Death Eaters
who knew about her were arrested. Dad even ventured into Malfoy Manor to
destroy my uncle’s records so that no one would know that I was a half-blood.”
let her continue to rant on for several more minutes until she woke up
completely and fully got out of her dream, becoming her usual cheerful self.
“So are you
ready to go to your parents’ house yet?” Cassia asked, fondly kissing his cheek.
“You’re so slow I fell asleep waiting for you.”
I’ve just got to pack up the presents,” he said, getting up to pull the gifts
out of the closet. “They’re all in this closet, right? Mum and Dad,” he
muttered aloud, putting their respective presents into the sack. “Fred and
George. Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione. Percy, Penny, Brianna, Ryan. Bill,
Zhara, Sagira. He looked at the tags on two of the gifts more closely. “These
aren’t the same size. Did you get Ryan and Brianna different toys?”
Ryan’s one and Brianna’s three. They wouldn’t like the same things anyway.”
“Yeah, but then
they’ll be constantly fighting over whose is better.”
“So what do you
want me to do, run out and buy new gifts for Ryan, Brianna, and Sagira too
while I’m at it?”
“No way. You’d
spend half a lifetime trying to find the perfect toy that’s good for all of
them, and we’re already late.”
“It’s your fault
we’re late!” she exclaimed, getting up to lightly smack him on the back of the
head. “I told you to be ready at two.”
“Sorry. Both at
home and on the dragon reserve, there will always be someone who’s later than
“And how will
you ever get anywhere if you all think that? Your problem is that there are
just too many children in your family.”
“You think so?”
Charlie asked, wrapping his arms around her. “I was just thinking that there
aren’t enough. And it’s our turn to provide the next one.”
“We’ve been over
this,” Cassia responded, her voice losing its joking tone as she pulled away
slightly. “I told you that I don’t feel ready for a baby. You grew up with
five little brothers and sisters. But I’ve been an only child since I was three,
and I don’t even know how to buy gifts for kids. What if I mess up and
something happens to the baby?”
can’t avoid love in fear that you’ll lose it,” Charlie told her, rubbing her
back. “I know that what happened to your mum made you wary, but trust me.
I’ll take care of the both of you. And we can have lots of kids; there will
always be someone to love.”
really think that we can replace them that easily do you?”
“Of course not.
But I know how family can get you through tough times. After my parents and
Uncle Fabian died, Mum and Dad adopted me and Bill and we never felt that we
weren’t loved. I still had my elder brother and gained a new little brother in
“You make it
sound as if the loss of your parents never hurt.”
joking? I threw all sorts of tantrums, screaming for Mum, you know, my aunt,
to give me back to my parents. Sometimes I ran away, hoping they’d find me.”
Charlie winced. “All that fussing couldn’t have been good for Mum; she was several
months pregnant with the twins at the time. But she never screamed back at me
or let me spend too much time pitying myself. And the one time I managed to
get myself good and lost in the woods behind the Burrow and started to wonder
if my birth parents would really be able to find me, it was Dad who discovered
me crying at the base of a tree. I think it was when I saw how worried they
were that I realized that they actually cared.”
“Your parents do
love taking in children who need it, don’t they. First you and Bill, then
“Mm, I think
Harry’s taking quite a bit longer than I did to appreciate how much they love
him. I guess it’s because he was already twelve and in boarding school by the
time he came to the Burrow, while I was only five and Mum could spend all her
free time with us kids,” Charlie continued, not noticing how Cassia had
smoothly managed to change the subject. He sighed, then stood up and hefted up
the bag of gifts. “Shall we?” he asked.
their wands and with two loud cracks, Disapparated.