THE MALFOY TWINS' DETOUR

"Kill Albus Dumbledore..."

The low voice of Voldemort echoed as flashing lights of spells being thrown back and forth blinded her eyes.

"You're a death eater!" A voice shouted, it sounded quite familiar, but she couldn't figure out whose voice it belonged to because of the other yelling voices that echoed together.

"Our family is going to die, Cassiopeia! You're being selfish!" The voice of Draco yelled.

"We can't trust her anymore, she's a liar. She's a traitor!"

"I don't know if I chose the right decision. I don't know what to do anymore..." her voice sobbed.

Someone screamed in pain, and another voice shouting to stop.

"Kill him..." the voice of Bellatrix hissed in her right ear. Cassiopeia swallowed a lump on her throat as she held her wand in her shaking hand, pointing it towards her Headmaster.

"Kill him!"

"Cassiopeia..." a faint voice said.

"Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light came out of the end of her wand---

"Cassiopeia!"

Gasping, she shot up from the bed. She looked around quickly. Her breath was shaking, her eyes wide. Her shoulders were being held, stopping her from panicking.

She slowly calmed down when she realised she was back at the hotel. She looked at Harry who had a very concerned look on his face as she buried her face into her hands.

"Are you okay?" He asked, softly, "you were shaking---"

"I'm okay," she replied. But her lips were still quivering.

"You don't look okay," said Harry, "what did you see?"

"I-I didn't see anything, it was just a bad dream," she replied, letting out a shaky breath. "I'm okay, you don't have to worry, Harry."

If she could, she would tell Harry everything. Everything she saw.

It was scary, she knew those kinds of "nightmares" were visions. It felt real. Not only that, but it felt like she was in a memory, like it already happened.

Harry on the other hand, looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. He knows something was up, but he decided its best that he shouldn't ask her anything yet.

"You can always tell me anything, you know,"

Oh, she wishes she could. How would Harry react when he finds out that she has to kill Dumbledore? How she is a Death Eater? And the real question is, will he still want to be with her?

"I know," came her response. She laid back down, Harry following. Cassiopeia placed her head on his shoulder, holding his arms tightly.

There were a few moments of silence. Nothing can be heard except for the passing cars outside, and the laughs that can be heard from the pub below.

"Hey, Harry..."

"Hm?" He hummed.

"Will you stand by me no matter what happens?" Cassiopeia asked, lifting her head up, so her eyes met with his green ones.

"Of course I will," he answered.

"Promise?"

He chuckled, nodding, "I promise,"

Cassiopeia gave him a soft smile, before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

~~~

"Well, see you at school," said Cassiopeia turning towards Harry. He held his books inside a bag, so it wouldn't look suspicious to the muggles.

"Are you sure you know how to get home?" He asked.

"Why? Do you want to meet my mother?" snorted Cassiopeia, "Yes. I'll call Dobby, don't worry."

"All right, I'll see you." He kissed her cheek before stepping on the bus. The doors closed and he waved at Cassiopeia.

The girl had told him earlier that they should just ask Dobby to send Harry home, but Harry refused. He didn't want to go through that again until he's ready.

Cassiopeia's smile faltered as the bus drove away, realising that she was back to being alone again. She tightened her blazer before walking away, into an empty alleyway, she quickly looked around for any muggles or those cameras that muggles have, before taking out the shard of glass inside her bag.

"Dobby?" She called, not even ten minutes later, a crack was heard. Cassiopeia turned around to see the little elf in front of her, his smile so big and bright.

"Hello Miss Malfoy!" greeted Dobby, waving.

"Hello Dobby, I need help getting home. Will you help me?" She asked, "at the playground would work, or somewhere close to the Manor where it's hidden from the muggles?"

"Of course, Miss!" Dobby held out his hand, and Cassiopeia took it quickly.

And with a crack, the two had disappeared.

Dobby appeared in the playground, and Cassiopeia waved goodbye and thanked him for helping her. It was easier than using muggle transportation.

Cassiopeia walked home, humming a soft tune. She reached the gates of her Manor, she opened it and went inside.

The colourful garden that it once were, now filled with dead leaves, plants and flowers.

Although the sun was shining very bright, it doesn't hit the garden. Due to the large Manor blocking the sun from the gardens.

She opened the front door, saw her mother sitting on the sofa, a book in her hands. She looked up, Cassiopeia gave her mother a small smile before heading up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Closing the door, she lets out a heavy sigh. Alone again, at least not for long this time.

She didn't know if she actually wanted to get back to Hogwarts now. If she stayed at home, it would actually be much more peaceful than being at Hogwarts. She didn't want to do her task. She didn't even know if she should tell Dumbledore about it.

After she slipped on comfortable clothes, she fed her owl before laying on her bed.

With a frown on her face, she closed her eyes. Cassiopeia wanted to see the future. What might happen, if anything would go well or not. But a part of her didn't want to, what if it might be bad?

She decided she didn't want to. Not now.

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Cassiopeia is now back wt Diagon Alley, but this time she stood with her mother and brother inside Madam Malkin's shop. Since it was close last time, the girl had no choice but to follow her mother.

She told them she should go on alone, but of course her mother objected. It was not a good idea to wander alone nowadays.

Cassiopeia stood inside Madam Malkin's shop along with her mother, her arms crossed. She tapped her foot impatiently, as Draco goes on with his babbling.

"I'm not a child, in case you haven't noticed, mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone," scoffed Draco.

"Honestly, brother, if you think mother won't let me shop alone, why would she let you?" snarled Cassiopeia, annoyed.

Madam Malkin chuckled, "Now, dears, your mother's quite right, none of us is supposed to go wandering around on our own anymore, It's nothing to do with being a child---"

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" hissed Draco.

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes, before looking at her watch as Draco examined himself in the mirror.

"If you're wondering what the smell is, mother, a Mudblood just walked in," said Draco.

"I don't think there's any need for language like that!" gasped Madam Malkin, she scurried out from behind the clothes rack holding a tape measure and a wand.

Cassiopeia turned around, her eyes landing on the trio. Ron, Hermione and Harry. The two boys had their wand pointed towards Draco.

Harry merely glanced at the girl.

"And I don't want wands drawn in my shop, either!" added Madam Malkin.

"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," sneered Draco.

"Alright, I think there's no need for---" sighed Cassiopeia, but she was cut off by Draco.

"Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers,"

"That's quite enough!" said Madam Malkin sharply, "Madam---please---"

Narcissa strolled out from behind the clothes rack. Cassiopeia groaned, rolling her eyes as she walked behind her mother.

"Put those away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do."

"Really?" said Harry, taking a step towards her, "Going to get a few Death Eater pals to do us in, are you?"

Madam Malkin squealed and clutched at her heart. Cassiopeia walked closer to her mother, her eyebrows furrowed. Madam Malkin said something, but she didn't really care. She sent a warning glare towards Harry, whose eyes landed on her.

Narcissa smiled unpleasantly, "I see that being Dumbledore's favourite has given you false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you,"

"I think its best if we should leave---" Cassiopeia turned towards her mother.

Harry looked mockingly all around the shop, "wow...look at that... he's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"

Cassiopeia could agree that her father was a loser, but she blinked at the words that came out of Harry's mouth. She wasn't gonna lie, she almost let out a laugh, but she was still quite shock.

"That's enough!" shouted Cassiopeia.

Draco stumbled over his overlong robe, "Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!"

"It's all right, Draco," said Narcissa, restraining him, "I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius,"

Harry raised his wand higher.

"Mother, I think it's best that we should go," Cassiopeia whispered to her mother, "we don't have time for this."

"I think this left sleeve could come up a little bit more, dear, let me just---"

"Ouch!" bellowed Draco, slapping Madam malkin's hand away. "Watch where you're putting your pins, woman! Mother---I don't think I want these anymore--"

He pulled his robes over his head and threw them on the floor at Madam Malkin's feet.

"You're right, Draco," Narcissa said, with a contemptuous glance at Hermione, "now, I know the kind of scum that shops here...we'll do better Twilfitt and Tatting's."

And with that, the pair of them strode out of the shop, Draco taking care to bang as hard as he could into Ron on the way out.

"Come on, Cassiopeia!" snapped Draco.

"You two head off, just leave me be." she snapped back. Cassiopeia lets out a heavy, annoyed sigh.

"Well, really!" said Madam Malkin.

"Sorry about that, Madam Malkin," she muttered, but if she was actually honest, if Harry and the others weren't there, she would've stridden off as well.

"I'll talk to my brother and mother, Hermione, don't worry---"

"It's all right," said Hermione, "they won't listen to you anyway,"

Cassiopeia walked in front of Harry, "You all right?"

"Fine," he replied, though the very angry look on his face said otherwise. He wasn't angry at her, but he couldn't help it.

She nodded, not knowing what else she should say. She kissed his cheek before patting Ron's shoulder and heading out of the shop.

Not only that, but she didn't actually know what to say to him, what her mother said was out of line, especially that Harry is still grieving the loss of his godfather. Well, her mother wouldn't care.

Right now, Harry isn't important right now. What's important is that she should get to Borgin and Burkes as soon as possible with Draco.

When Draco was finished with his robes, the twins decided they should get going to the shop right now. Their mother allowed them as long as the two of them stick together. As if Death Eaters or Snatchers would hurt them.

They passed the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Draco glancing over his shoulder. He grabbed Cassiopeia's shoulder before the two hurried along the street.

They glanced around before sliding into Knockturn Alley. The side street devoted to the Dark Arts seemed to be deserted now. Even the shops that still remained open had no costumers at all.

They reached Borgin and Burkes, which sold a variety of sinister objects. There she spotted it, the large black cabinet.

"Ah, the Malfoy twins, what can I do for you?" Mr Borgin, an oily-haired, stooping man stood facing them.

"That cabinet. There's another one, its broken, do you know how to fix it?" asked Draco, sternly.

"Possibly," said Borgin, in a tone that suggested he was unwilling to commit himself. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"

"We can't," said Draco.

"It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell us how to do it," Cassiopeia added.

Borgin licked his lips nervously, "well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything."

"No?" sneered Draco, "perhaps this will make you more confident."

He showed Borgin his left forearm which had the Dark Mark, Draco looked at his sister who pursed her lips before showing hers to the man. Borgin stood there with a very frightened look.

"Tell anyone," said Draco, "and there will be retribution."

"You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend, he'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention," said Cassiopeia, pulling down her left sleeve.

"There will be no need for---"

"We'll decide that," said Cassiopeia. "Well, we'd better be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, we'll need it.'

"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?"

"No, of course we wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying around that down the street? Just don't sell it.'' growled Draco.

"Of course not...sir."

Borgin made a bow, Cassiopeia could see his left hands shaking and his lips trembling.

As Draco went on to say something else, Cassiopeia turned around. It felt like someone was watching her from outside the shop. Then again, this place is full of dark things, some might be alive. Her eyes looked around outside the window, after not seeing anything suspicious, she turned around and see Borgin bowing again.

"Come on," said Draco, looking very pleased to himself. Cassiopeia pursed her lips, following Draco out of the shop.