As far as she was concerned, there was nothing special about Cassidy Winters. She's simply a girl who drinks far too much coffee than she would like to admit and reads books to escape her life as an unwanted orphan. Then, when she appears in a world...
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Cassidy's POV:
"Okay, let me get this straight," George started, "James Potter was Prongs, Professor Lupin was Mooney, and Wormtail was Peter Pettigrew?"
I nodded and Fred sighed, "This is insane."
"I promise I'm telling the truth," I said simply, "Dealer's honor."
"We had a Marauder teaching us!" Fred exclaimed.
"That's just the start of it!" I continued, "Wormtail is actually an illegal animagi and you-"
"WHAT!?" They cut me off before I could mention that Wormtail was actually known to them as Scabbers.
"Yeah, I don't really like Peter either," I grimaced.
"Is?" George asked.
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"You said 'is' but Peter Pettigrew is dead," Fred answered. "Sirius Black killed him along with a whole block of muggles."
"Well, that's where things get even crazier," I said, finding a stool to sit on while I continued, "Peter didn't die. He took on his animagi form and found a family to live with for twelve years."
"What family?" George questioned while Fred asked, "What's his form?"
"Peter's form is a rat," I told them, waiting for it to click, "The family mistook him for a garden rat with a long life span-"
George shouted, "SCABBERS!"
"HOLY SHIT!" Fred exclaimed.
I widened my eyes in shock at their loud voices.
"Both of you calm down!" I said sharply.
"Calm down!? You just told us our rat was actually a man who was actually a marauder!?" George said.
"I am well aware of what I said! But nobody else besides the trio knows! So shut it!" I hissed.
They both blinked and nodded. The two began recounting memories from Lupin's class and the times they enjoyed messing with Ron and Peter/Scabbers.
As they were talking, we went downstairs to help Mrs. Weasley with preparing dinner. She seemed in a good mood and told me to help set up the plates outside when I asked if she needed help.
