"Moreover, the makers of the Deathly Hallows are the Peverell Brothers, so it's even more impossible to become the master of Death by owning the Deathly Hallows."
"Then how do we stop Death?" Harry asked hesitantly, "To stop Death from taking you away?"
"We cannot stop Death, at least not forever." Cassandra chuckled lightly, "All mortals must die, Potter, if your brain isn't filled with the pink romantic bubbles of Grindelwald, you should know we are just wizards, not gods."
"I remember you told me, wizards are gods." Harry halted, looking towards Cassandra, "You told me, as long as a wizard is strong enough, they can use any magic, any."
"But that doesn't include the arrogant, Potter." Cassandra glanced at him, "Even after a big loss under Lanlock, you still haven't changed your personality—still so arrogant, conceited..."
They continued walking forward, and at the end of the road, the outline of Malfoy Manor appeared.
"I didn't expect to come here again." Cassandra sighed.
Indeed, Cassandra didn't think there was anything worth remembering in Malfoy Manor.
However, when they reached the gates of the Manor, she suddenly sensed something amiss.
"This doesn't belong to any of my memories, Potter." Cassandra grabbed Harry's arm, "Be careful—"
Just as she finished speaking, they found themselves outside of Mr. Septimus's room.
"We finally meet, Miss Malfoy."
A playful voice came from behind them, as Harry and Cassandra turned around, they saw an elderly lady in a suit standing behind them.
"Who are you?" Cassandra asked guardedly, "Why are you here?"
"You know very well, Miss Malfoy." The old lady said leisurely, looking at Cassandra, "You've been avoiding me for a long time, let me think... It's been nearly ninety years since you drank that potion, you should have known."
"Are you Death?!" Harry asked in shock.
"And you, Potter." Death did not deny her identity, "What exactly drives those people to go through all means, paying any price, to find you a hundred years later... Is it really friendship driving them? I'm very curious..."
"Alright, let's not talk about useless topics, Miss Malfoy." Death looked at Cassandra, "Potter has many years left to live, but you, Cassandra Malfoy, you should have died long ago, I advise you to leave with me."
"What if I say no?" Cassandra asked, raising her head.
"I deeply regret that." Death smiled slightly, "But I believe, shortly you will change your mind, Miss Malfoy."
With that, Death's figure disappeared in front of them.
"What trick is she playing?" Harry asked puzzled, "I suspect she's definitely used some means, you should be careful, Cassandra."
"Hmm."
Cassandra slowly nodded, and before she could make a move, Ignatius Malfoy's voice came from behind them.
"Cassandra?"
He looked at Cassandra with some surprise, walking quickly towards her, examining her from head to toe.
"By Merlin's beard, I've been looking for you for so long, in Gringotts, Diagon Alley, even in Knockturn Alley, I've searched everywhere for you but couldn't find a trace! I never thought you would be back home already!"
"Home?" Cassandra asked, puzzled and on guard, racking her brains to recall this scene belonging to which memory.
"Yes, Dad has gone frantic." Ignatius sighed, "You went crazy trying to find that Muggle-born boy, heaven knows how much we've been worrying about you. But never mind, you're back, and Dad is surely waiting for you inside, come in with me."
Cassandra was stunned.
She realized, this memory... doesn't belong to the past, nor to the present.
Or rather, this isn't a memory, but what would have happened after she drank the potion—if she had chosen not to drink it, and instead come home.
Ignatius seemed not to notice Harry, passing by him, pushing the door open.
Cassandra followed him and walked through the door.
Harry, observing from the side, didn't know the cause, he just assumed this was part of Cassandra's memory.
Could it be that Cassandra had run away from home? He thought to himself.
After walking through the door, Harry found that Mr. Septimus seemed older than he had ever seen him.
He was also a bit confused, what exactly was going on?
"Kathy?!"
Mr. Septimus, upon seeing Cassandra, stood up with a start, looking at his daughter in disbelief, his expression filled with joy, as if a lost treasure had been found.
"Dad." Cassandra smiled faintly, walking up to Mr. Septimus.
"You've finally given up on Potter, Kathy." Mr. Septimus said gratefully, patting Cassandra on the shoulder, "Good, good..."
Cassandra said nothing, merely staring at her father, lost in thought.
"Let's have a meal together, Kathy." Mr. Septimus said, looking at Ignatius, "Join us, Ig."
They walked out of the room and entered the mansion's spacious and bright dining area.
It seemed like the kitchen had prepared a lavish feast to welcome Cassandra home, even more sumptuous than the Christmas feast Harry had eaten at Nimongard Castle.