Prologue

Death was everywhere on both sides of the battle field but it seemed that the Hogwarts defenders were losing. Because no matter how much they picked themselves up to fight in the name of freedom they were still outnumbered.

Cassia Potter descended from the Headmaster's office with a grim expression plastered on her face as she thought of what Dumbledore told Snape of how to destroy Voldemort once and for all. She was the final ingredient to his ultimate demise.

Stepping back into the Great Hall and seeing the dead laid out on the floor the wounded on the floor only steeled her resolve.

"No Potter! You are not going out there!"

She had passed the defenders only to pause and turn back to face Professor McGonagall who had spoken. Everyone stood up with dark expressions as they stared at the girl in question.

"It is the only…"

"No Cassia its not!" Hermione screamed at her best friend. "You are not giving up! We need you!"

She was about to explain why but couldn't get any word out before succumbing to a few stunning spells

…

"Ow." She muttered opening her eyes slightly. Taking a stunner usually placed someone to a painless slumber but several? It was painful, she realised. Looking around she noticed that no one was inside the Great Hall and after cursing colourfully she quickly got up and ran across the room towards the huge entrance door which stood ajar.

She quickly moved aside dodging a killing spell that came through and narrowed her eyes in anger when she heard Bellatrix Lestrange's mad cackle.

"Ohh! Potty finally decided to come out and play." Bellatrix spoke with relish.

Cassia froze in shock as she stared down at the newly freshly dead bodies on the ground floor. Amongst them was Hermione and the entire Weasley family.

"STOP!" She shouted her voice cracking at the last resistance. They had lost, it was over. She no longer had the will to fight. All her family was gone, her parents, Godfather, Moony… the list went on and now her best friends. She wanted it to end.

"That's entirely up to you Potter. Surrender yourself to the Dark Lord and all of this can end." Bellatrix declared. All the Death Eaters and the Hogwarts defenders were pointing wands at each other and the only difference was that their side were lacking in numbers.

"I will do it."

"No Cassia!" Neville shouted only to be stunned.

"I will go with you, just let them live."

…

"Cassia Potter, the Girl Who Lived and now come to die."

She stared unblinkingly at the man who pointed the Elder Wand lazily at her with a curios look. A second later, a blinding green light struck and she knew no more.

…

Listening to Dumbledore rant about how sorry he was and his past mistakes concerning her, Cassia felt an intense rage as she stared at the man.

"You plans failed Dumbledore!" she screamed at the man who took a step back in surprise. "I lost everything! Everyone I ever cared about all because of your games!" Cassia breathed heavily. She had bottled up her rage from the moment she was forced to return back to the Dursleys from the moment Sirius died only to learn the following year that Snape was responsible for her parents died.

"You wanted me to destroy Voldemort and yet failed to hand me the tools to do it! And what was your solution again? Or that's right love!" She stepped forward not caring about the remorseful look on his face. "Love didn't stop you from falling off the lightning struck tower like an old waxwork did it?! It didn't stop the new regime being enforced by Voldemort on Magical Britain! You had the power to stop this but lacked the will and drive to use it!"

Dumbledore looked down and began to cry in earnest

"There are not enough words on the planet that can describe how much I loathe you old man. Everything that has happened is your fault." She turned around and stared at the train tracks.

"Neither can live while the other survives…"

"As long as I am dead, Voldemort will stay dead."

Dumbledore suddenly looked up to face the girl with puffy eyes realising that she had made her final choice. She wasn't going back and he couldn't fault her. It was indeed his. He had controlled her all her all of her life. Seeing the state of the Wizarding World on the other side he couldn't help but notice all the things he could have done differently.

…

Back at the Forbidden Forest, Bellatrix was busy shaking the Dark Lord frantically as he laid unmoving on the ground only to jump back in shock as his body suddenly combusted into flames. She tried casting a water spell but it couldn't stop the flames.

"Do something! Anything!" She screamed at the Death Eaters as they gazed solemnly perplexed at their master fate. In her anger and frustration she stepped close to the unmoving body of Cassia and cast the killing curse but the strangest thing happened.

Instead of it reaching her forehead, it backfired and struck its caster who then dropped dead to the ground.

"If your Evil master couldn't kill her what makes you think that you can?" Hagrid who had been observing the scene as he sobbed at the girl's fate mocked angrily trying to wrestle free out of his bindings.

Before they could reply, there was a massive cry from deep within the trees as Centaurs galloped releasing arrows from their bows striking the scared Death Eaters. They began to retaliate but it was of no use as Hogwarts reinforcements came to join the battle. Among them was Neville who was holding the sword of Gryffindor. He advanced forward dodging the spells with only one goal in mind, to slay Nagini who just floated aimlessly suspended in air. Cassia had specifically assigned him the task of slaying the snake before she took off into the Forest with the Death Eaters and now his chance.

…

Waking up in the body of a six year old she scoffed at the dead bodies that surrounded her. The irony of it all made her think that fate and destiny truly hated her.

"We have a live one your grace!"

Looking up at the man who spoke, her eyes widened in shock at the thousand year old battle armor that he wore as he approached her pulling his sword out of his belt. He was about to strike before Cassia raised her palm automatically in defense only to be shocked when the man was flung way back by an unseen force only to then crash to the ground.

"She is a sorcerer Count De Martel!" the other soldier spoke.

Before Cassia could say anything, a heavy blow struck her at the back of the head and succumbed to darkness.

Should i make her a wiccan?