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I'd never given much thought to how I would die... If I had, I would've hoped for better than this. I've had a good life. I would've hoped for a good death. But what is a good death? Is it exciting? Is it memorable? Is it quick? Is it painless? For me, a good death is one that is quick and painless like the Killing Curse. My death wasn't like that. I was stabbed three times by a mugger in Knockturn Alley on my way back from Borgin and Burke's on August 31st 2030. On my way back from saying hi to my Mother. During Harry Potter's time as someone of my age, it was her Grandfather and his friend's shop. She took over when my Grandmother died last year.
My Mother had only ever known her Mother. According to my Grandmother, Violetta Burke, my Mother's Father was Sirius Black. They conceived my Mother during the summer after he broke out of Azkaban Prison and my Mother was born on May 4th 1995 as Penelope Black. Her Father died a little over a year later. I was born in 2015 as Cassiopeia Black. Today's my 15th birthday. I no longer like my birthday. How can I like the day I die? It's fitting the day I die is also the day I was born. Like my Mother, I never knew my Father either. All I know is his name is Edward Remus Lupin, his parents died in the Wizarding War and I get my Metamorphmagus ability from him. I was conceived during the Christmas holidays when my Father was in his sixth year at Hogwarts.
It's funny. The kind of thoughts you have as you bleed to death on the ground. You'd think they'd be more interesting. Someone's last thoughts on Earth. I've never believed in a God or any kind of Afterlife. I wonder what will come next for me... Maybe reincarnation? That'd be cool. Like, coming back as a character from a book or something. Like those Muggle books I read: Twilight. My vision starts to fade. Death. A bittersweet end... All I see is black.
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I opened my eyes and saw a light pink ceiling. I sat up and looked around. I was laying on a small bed with a second bed in the room the same size as mine but I have blue bedding and the other bed has pink bedding. The room didn't have much in it. There was one pink wardrobe and a blue chest of drawers. There was a blue nightstand next to my bed and a pink one next to the other bed and a gap between the two beds. There was a white desk with a mirror hanging over it and nothing else was in the room. I walked over to the desk to look in the mirror as the bed was really small and I shouldn't've been able to fit on it let alone have all the spare space that I had. Also, the last thing I remember is dying so I shouldn't be alive or healthy enough to move around like this without feeling any pain as I have just been stabbed multiple times and was bleeding out alone which now that I think about is very sad and depressing. I looked in the mirror and saw someone about three years old. Is that me? I moved my hand and the person in the mirror moved her hand at the same time in the same way. It's definitely me. How did I become, not only uninjured but also a three-year-old and appear wherever the hell I am? The door opened and I turned to it. "Cassie?" A brunette girl about 5 or 6 years old said as she walked into the room.
"Yeah?"
"Are you feeling better? You've been sick for a while now," the girl said.
"A little. My head hurts. I feel... Confused."
"Lay back down then." I shook my head a little and the girl sighed before she walked over to me, picked me up and carried me to the bed I had woken up on. "Let me tell you stuff then. Maybe that will help your head." She held me in her arms as she made us lay down and stroked my hair. "I'm your older Sister, Bella. It's September 27th 1993 and it's a Monday today. I turned 6 two weeks ago on September 13th and you turned 3 years and 6 months old 8 days ago 'cos your birthday is March 19th 1990. Mom's currently out getting shopping and she has our neighbour popping in every hour to check on us. This helping, Sis?"
"Yep. More."
"A few days ago, you got really sick and your body was hot and you passed out and fell and hit your head. The Doctors said you might have some memory problems but that they should clear up fast, which is why I'm telling you stuff. Our Mom is Renee and my Dad is Charlie and we don't know who your Dad is because our Mom won't tell us but you see Charlie as your Dad too and he sees you as his kid too. We're in California but Dad lives in Forks and he's on the police there! We visit him every year for the summer and I used to for Christmas too but Renee put a stop to it after you were born. They split up when I was a few months old and Renee got pregnant with you when she brought me down to visit Charlie for the summer just before I turned 2. All we know about your Dad is he's from the Res near Forks." Holy shit. I'm not just a kid now but totally in Twilight. Fuck. Please, please, please let me still have my Magic! ... Wait... If my Dad's a guy from the Res, I might become a Shifter! Even more so if Bella spends as much time around the Cullens as she does in canon and I tag along with her every time! Yes! That'd be so fucking cool! "AH!!!" Bella screamed and pointed at my hair. "Your hair changed colour!" Huh, that answers that then. Fuck. Not good.
"Oh, er, yeah, erm... Surprise!?" She just stared at my hair. I checked and it was now blue. I concentrated for a moment and my hair turned back to normal. Bella screamed again and I winced. "Ow. You're loud."
"Sorry. Just... It's weird."
"I'm a Witch."
"A Witch?"
"Yes. I can do Magic... I think? Like... I can't do big stuff," I said as I noticed my Magical capacity is a fuckload smaller than before I was stabbed. "You can't tell anyone! They could kill me!" Bella got a protective look in her eyes.
"No one will ever hurt my baby Sister... Can you show me some more Magic stuff though?"
"Okay, but I can only tell you stuff about me and not other Supernaturals. I know other kinds exist, don't ask me how 'cos I've got no idea how but I can't tell you about them. It's not my place to. And until you're 18, I don't want you getting involved with other Supernaturals 'cos they're dangerous and either of us could get hurt." Bella looked like she was going to protest before I mentioned that either of us could get hurt. Bella had no self-preservation in canon but she does seem super protective of me, so I figured mentioning me getting hurt might put her off for a while.
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I smiled as I checked my Magical capacity. It's over double what it was when I first arrived in this world. Unfortunately, it's still only a quarter what it was when I started at Hogwarts. But, I'm only 5. I've still got 6 years until I'm 11. If I can double it in the last two years, I can hopefully quadruple what I'm at now in the next 6 years. Besides, I then have 6 years after that before I reach Magical maturity, assuming that's still the same as my past life, because my Magic is different here. I don't need a Wand or conduit but I can still store my Magic in precious stones. I stared at my most recent diary entry, which was about my new classes. Thanks to my knowledge from my past life, when Renee's Mother died and Renee moved us to Phoenix, I managed to convince people that I'm smart enough to skip two grades, so I can be in Bella's classes with her (as that'll be better for me when we reach the time that the Twilight plot actually starts up). "Damn it, now what do I do?" I whispered to myself.
"Cassie, are you okay?" Bella asked as she walked into our room.
"Uh, yeah, just thinking about some Witch stuff."
"Oh?"
"I'm stuck on what to do next about some Supernaturals I know about." Bella's eyes lit up.
"I know you can't tell me much about them but maybe I can help?"
"Okay, so there's three groups of one type of Supernatural that I know about and want to meet. However, there's a downside. None of the other Supernaturals out there know about Magic and these Supernaturals are very protective of their species. Two of the groups are less dangerous than the last one but the last one is in charge of their species. If I go to the last one, I'm worried they'll become too interested in the first Witch they've ever met and they'll kill me or won't let me come home. However, they could also be really interested in me as I'm the first Witch they've met and decide they want to be allies. Plus, they're a bigger group and more powerful than the other two groups, even if they weren't the leader of the species."
"It sounds too dangerous. You should wait until you're older to meet that group." I winced.
"That's what I was thinking. However, if I meet the other two groups, they may feel it necessary to tell their leaders of the new species they've come across anyway, as they could get in trouble with their leaders if they don't and the leaders find out. The second of the three groups is the most likely to do this as they have a bad history with their past leader of three of the five members being killed by the leaders for a reason I can't tell you. One of the other two members also used to be a part of the leaders' group and they met the last member then joined the other three after leaving the leaders and the three's leader being killed. They're unlikely to keep my existence from the leaders. The first group is probably the most likely to not alert the leaders, however, they're dangerous for other reasons and they have connections to the second group due to having similarities that others of their species don't have. Despite not being related in any way, the second and first groups consider themselves 'Cousins' and extended family. Besides that, I know the current locations of the leaders and the second group but not the first. I just know the first and second groups will be in the same place at some point after my 10th birthday to just before my 15th." If the Cullens start high school with some of them as Freshmen in Forks, that means they probably start at that age or older everywhere they go. If they were in Alaska before Forks, it's logical to assume they were there for the four years before Forks. Luckily, that's still 5 years away.
"Do you have to talk to any of the groups right now? Can't you put them off?"
"That's the problem. I'll eventually meet all of the groups. However, the longer I leave it, the more dangerous it'll be for me when they find out I know what they are..."