A/N: This is the final chapter of a Modern-Day Cassandra. When I wrote the first two chapters, I wasn't really sure of where I wanted to take this story, and I had no clue how to end it. Hopefully, this ending clears up any questions the readers might have. This chapter takes place about a week after Harry, Hermione, Neville and Sirius arrive at the Burrow.

-there was darkness all around him…sanity a thin shimmering thread of light-

-the rat-

-Moony,Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs-

-not the dog, but the rat-

-the mirror…reversed images…everything seen backwards-

-the odd man out-

-didn't belong and never really would-


-chance to be more powerful than possible-


-you should have died…died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you-

-innocence lost-

-screaming and a high, cold voice laughing-

Ginny opened her eyes slowly. Her mother's face was looking down at her, but why on earth was she and the room spinning around so much?

She groaned. Her head was pounding…

"Ginny?" Neville asked, now standing next to her mother. Everything had stopped spinning, for which she was thankful. She looked around and realised that her father, her brothers, Harry, Hermione, and the dog were all staring with looks of alarm and concern.

Also that she happened to be on the kitchen floor.

Ginny struggled to get to her feet, and her parents helped her up and led her to a chair.

"What happened?" Ginny asked, rubbing her temples.

"You-uh-you went into some kind of fit," Neville said softly. "And then you collasped on the floor-Gin?"

Ginny was staring at Snuffles, her eyes wide.

"Padfoot," she whispered.

"What?" George asked. "What was that?"

Ginny got to her feet and pointed at the dog, which shrank back against Harry. "I knew there was something strange about that dog from the beginning," she said. "And I was right."

Ron attempted to laugh it off. "Ginny, did you hit your head on that floor harder than we thought?" But he was white as a sheet, along with Harry, Hermione, and her parents.

Mrs. Weasley tugged at her daughter's arm. "Ginny, maybe we should talk about this in private-"

"No," Ginny said firmly. "No. There have been too many secrets here for too long. And I'm sick of it. We'll talk about it here. Now."

She got down to her knees so she was at eye-level with the dog.

Everyone was silent.

"You see, ever since Harry, Hermione-and the dog came here, the visions I've been having-they've made no sense. Until now, that is. Because I was having visions about a stag, a wolf, a rat, and a huge black dog- that weren't really animals at all. They were Animagi."

Ginny looked up at Harry. "Your dad was an Animagus, wasn't he?" she asked, confident of the answer.

Harry nodded, stunned. "Yeah," he said in a hoarse voice. "Back in his fifth year-took them three years to figure out how-"

"Them?" Percy questioned, his eyes alight. "Who else?"

"Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black," Ginny answered.

"But-why?" Neville asked, bewildered. "Turning into an Animagus is difficult enough when you're a fully trained wizard, but when you're fifteen-and illegally? What on earth was the point?"

"They wanted to help Professor Lupin," Ginny explained. "Well, he wasn't a professor then, but-the four of them were friends back at Hogwarts. When they found out he was a werewolf-they wanted to keep him company during the full moon. They couldn't do it as humans, so they did it as animals. James Potter evidently was a genius at Tranfiguration-lucky thing too, otherwise I doubt it would have worked."

"Years later, when Voldemort-" everyone started at the use of the name, "-was at the height of his power, Harry's family had to go into hiding. Everyone thought Sirius Black was the Keeper-but that wasn't the case, was it?" Ginny asked, addressing Padfoot/Snuffles. "You used Pettigrew instead as a blind. But what you didn't know-what you couldn't know-was that Pettigrew had been working for Voldemort for over a year as a spy…"

The only sound was of the clock ticking. Everyone's attention was riveted on the small girl and the dog.

"And he betrayed you all." Ginny's voice was soft. "When you found out, you went after him, wanting revenge-but he killed the Muggles, bit off his finger, and transformed into a rat…leaving you to take the blame and spend twelve years in Azkaban for a crime you didn't commit."

Her voice caught in her throat as without a word, Padfoot/Snuffles changed into Sirius Black. Ginny got to her feet.

"Hullo, Mr. Black," she said, looking up at him.

Sirius looked down at her in wonder.

"So-so it's true, then?" Fred asked, disbelieving.

Sirius nodded. "It's all true…although I'll be damned to try to understand how you figured it out."

 "This whole week-I've been having visions-and in every one, something's saying, 'the mirror…reversed images…not the dog, but the rat…' and when I looked over at you," Ginny looked up at Sirius and shrugged,  "-everything clicked."

Percy ran a hand through his hair. "So what the hell do we do now?"

Ginny looked over at his brother. "Owl Professor Dumbledore," she said coolly. "He'll want to talk to me about the visions-I'll probably have to join the Order-"

"Ginny," her mother began to protest, but she cut her off.

"Mum, I have to," Ginny insisted. "You can't change who you are and what you're destined for-and this is my destiny. Besides, maybe Dumbledore can do something about the headaches and me blacking out."

Mrs. Weasley sighed, but made no further protests. Mr. Weasley came over and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

Ginny looked up and noticed Harry's gaze on her. He was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time-

And she wasn't really sure why her stomach felt so unsettled all of a sudden.

Later, she told herself resolutely. I can deal with all that later.


Later that evening, Professor Dumbledore showed up.

"I got your owl," he said. His blue eyes looked keenly at Ginny. "Well, Miss Weasley, it's looks like we have quite a bit to talk about."

Ginny met his gaze squarely. "Yes, I suppose we do."