,,The future depens on what you do today."
In which the past watch the future.
English isn't my first language, I'm sorry for any mistakes I'll make, you're free to correct me any time I would be really happy if so.
All rights belong to J.K.Rowlin...
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AN: Hi! So I still don't know who is gonna be Cassiopeia's love interest. It's gonna be Harry or Theo. Who'd you like better? Hope you're enjoying this book so far as I do writing her. Have a great day! - Gabi❤
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,,Oh were back at Harry." Blacks started to get annoyed. They wanted to see Cassiopeia's life. Not Potter's.
BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.
‘Where’s the cannon?’ he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands – now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
,,What's that?" asked some student. „That's something that could kill you before you can say the killing curse, if the person hit you in the right place." answered Lily. Many purebloods looked at the gun in horror.
‘Who’s there?’ he shouted. ‘I warn you – I’m armed!’
There was a pause. Then – SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
,,Hagrid!"
The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.
‘Couldn’t make us a cup o’ tea, could yeh? It’s not been an easy journey ...’
He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.
‘Budge up, yeh great lump,’ said the stranger.
Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.
,, Coward."
‘An’ here’s Harry!’ said the giant.
Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
‘Las’ time I saw you, you was only a baby,’ said the giant. ‘Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh’ve got yer mum’s eyes.’
