"Mais mere, pourquoi il faut que nous s'en aller? (A/N: Don't worry, she won't talk in French for long. This is just a flashback...)" Cassandra remembered this all too well. She had been awoken from a nap during midsummer's eve, and had recieved an owl from her mother. She rememberd everything she said, and tried to say it in proper English. "But mother, why must we go away?" Cassandra shook her head, as if to shake the memories that had stung her heart like a hornet out of her head, when all she was really doing was whipping her head around, acting like a complete fool, for she was 15, and acting like she was 5.

She sat down, and had looked at her new room. It was a cream colored, with a design on the walls that resembled red and gold ribbons morphing into a pheonix on the end of the wall. She had painted it herself, and had stared long and hard at her bunkbeds. They were still drying from the white paint she had covered them in, so for now, her bed was the matress, a pillow, a sheet, and an afghan for extra warmth. She fondled her necklace, a heart made out of a tiger's eye with a setting of silver. She had strung it on a chocolate-colored leather thong, and had tied it around her neck. Her now ex-boyfriend Jonas had given it to her as a parting gift, along with a kiss. She cried silently, and started to write to him. She took up her ledger and quill, and dipped it into the ink.

Cassandra sealed the letter, and scribbled Jonas's address and handed it to her family's owl, Cordelia. Cassandra then watched as the tawny owl fluttered out of the window, flying off into France. She sighed once more, and took her hair out of the style, and brushed it out, the strands looking like woven silver.

"Cassandra dearest, time for bed honey. We have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, to get your new school supplies. Don't you need a new wand?" Cristal said, as she glided into the room. Her long brown hair was wrapped into a bun, with a purple elastic holding it together. She had a gold robe on, with blue detailing and matching slippers. Her large hazel eyes looked lovingly at her daughter. "Yes mother... I'm going now..." Cassandra slipped into her pajamas, and got into her makeshift bed. "Goodnight mama." Cristal returned the phrase, and went off to her bed. Cassandra looked out of the window and watched as a shooting star shot by. She wished to be with Jonas once more...

As Cassandra watched the shooting star, Harry Potter was wishing upon that very same star. His lighting bolt scar was glowing, which was strange, for that was a new thing for him, ever since he turned 15. Harry had wished to move away from the Dursleys, but he knew that wish would never come true. Dumbledore had originally explained that the Dursleys were Harry's only family, but then Sirius Black came along. His guardians, however, wouldn't let him live with Sirius, due to their unhealthy prejudice towards wizarding folk.

"Oh what the bloody hell am I thinking? They will never let me out of their sight!" As if on cue, Sirius Apperated right in front of him.

"Oh yeah? Think again, god-son!" Harry smiled, and ran towards him, and a Portkey appeared in front of him, which was in the form of a football. (A/N: Soccer Ball actually. Just going by British terms)Harry gathered his stuff and Hedwig was held by Sirius. They touched the Portkey, and then were transported to a house in Godric's Hollow.

"Harry, welcome back to Godric's Hollow. Here is where you lived when you were a baby, before your mum and dad were killed." Harry looked and saw the place. Large raised ranches and colonials and front to back splits and mansions of all kinds were lining the streets, and owls fluttered around. He was home. He was actually home.