A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to the sequel to A Different Destiny! Told you I'd eventually get this up!

Warning: If you haven't already read A Different Destiny, then you should definitely stop what you're doing and go read that one. There will be major spoiler warnings, confusing plot lines, and a whole lot of background stuff that you will have missed out on. I mean, you can just be completely crazy and jump into this one, but I'm not responsible for that decision. You have been warned.

I do not own anything as that all goes to J.K. Rowling. Also a huge thank you to Arekusandorachan for helping with ideas. Hope you enjoy and happy reading :)

Cassandra frowned, glancing through the book she had gotten from her father's library. She looked over at the letter Draco had sent earlier in the week asking if she would come to visit at Malfoy Manor during the summer.

She sighed and turned the page. How had time passed so quickly? They would soon be going into their fifth year at Hogwarts! Next thing she knew, it would be sixth year, then seventh, then who-knew-what after that.

Then again, maybe fifth year would prove as uneventful as the past two had been. Thankfully, things hadn't gone too horribly with her magic. She had her father's constant Occlumency lessons to thank for that not to mention the amount of Runes textbooks she had accumulated once that class had begun.

There was that one thing that had happened at the Quidditch World Cup, though. Death Eaters had gone through the campsite, setting things on fire, placing the Dark Mark up in the sky…. Cassandra smirked as she turned the page. She had heard from her father that Voldemort had been furious about what had happened. At least half of the Death Eaters who had been involved were now dead, if not more.

Speaking of Death Eaters, she was surprised that Bellatrix had kept her distance so far. Lestrange seemed to strongly dislike Cassandra, but she had seen less and less of the Death Eater when she had visited Riddle Manor. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. It was almost like measuring the tide on a beach; was she happy that it was receding, or was it just gathering strength for a stronger wave? Then again, Bellatrix could've already done something to her and Cassandra just wouldn't have noticed…. At least, she hadn't done anything that she could remember….

There was also that thing with Pettigrew as well. Her hand curled into a fist at the thought of his name. That one had been responsible for her mother's death. He had sold her mom out to Voldemort by labeling her as a traitor to the Death Eaters soon after he had revealed where the Potters had been hiding. Thanks to him, they had all died in one day. At least he had been found out by the ministry—though they hadn't been able to arrest him. She supposed that she should feel some relief that Sirius Black was no longer guilty or imprisoned in Azkaban, but that provided little comfort compared to the idea that Pettigrew was now amongst the Death Eaters.

She sighed. Cassandra hated going to Riddle Manor any time Pettigrew was nearby. Of course, Voldemort still put him on the most menial of tasks, but it didn't help much. All of the Death Eaters loved him. In revealing where the Potters were hidden, he had helped ensure the death of Harry Potter himself. He had been deemed the "Chosen One", the one who would someday defeat Voldemort. And now he was dead. Voldemort would continue to grow in power unopposed and without anyone who could stop him.

The door below opened and closed. Cassandra paused, listening to the footsteps. Her father must've just returned home. He walked up the stairs and softly knocked on the door before entering.

The dark haired Potions professor stood in her room, looking as if he was about to give a lecture on the usage of salamander blood or some other ingredient. Then again, Cassandra guessed that Snape always had that look on his face. At least, that was the look she had grown up with.

Then again, he was still both her father and her professor. Sadly, the two remained separated. While he was a professor at Hogwarts under Dumbledore's watchful eye, her father was also a Death Eater spy for Voldemort. Too many rumors had circulated about who her father could be—as everyone knew that Elaine Johnson had been a Death Eater when she was alive—and thus, Cassandra had learned to keep her father and Professor Snape separated unless she wanted him to be discovered as a spy.

Still, at least she didn't have to pretend there was any difference over summer. The look he gave was just the same one he always gave. Nothing more and nothing less.

"You've spent most of the summer up here reading," he pointed out. "There are other things you can do besides studying, you know."

She smiled. "The more I study, the more I can learn about magic."

He walked over and eyed her book, seeing what she was reading. " 'controlling magic', you mean."

"If I can learn more…."

"You don't need to control your magic. Not in the way this is teaching you." He reached over and closed the book. "Suppressing your magic isn't going to help. And you've already made progress. Far more than you managed before you ever stepped foot in Hogwarts."

"But if the same things happen…. I don't want it to get out of control again."

"It won't." He sat on her bed and looked at her. "It won't, Cassandra."

"But what if it does?"

"Your magic is powerful. It always has been. There's no denying that. But it's also yours. You've learned how to safely keep it under control."

"Yes, but—" She sighed and stared at all of the papers she had scribbled notes on. "The only magic I can do without losing control is the sort that they don't teach at Hogwarts. At least, not until I get to the N.E.W.T. levels and even beyond that! I need to either learn as many spells as I can that I can use safely or I need to learn how to control it so I don't accidentally blow someone up in class."

"But there is still a difference between controlling your magic and suppressing it."

"I know. I just wish there was a way to guarantee that my magic won't get out of control."

"There's never a guarantee of anything. We can never be certain of anything." He stood. "Take it from someone who knows how quickly the future can change."

"Are you staying home now?" she asked. "Or do you have another assignment?"

"Depends on why you're asking. Were you considering accepting Draco's invitation for you to visit his home?"

"Only if you weren't going to be here."

"I may have something soon. Dumbledore is prone to calling meetings of the Order. It will take up most of the day if you'd like to visit then."

"Maybe…."