Casey Winslow

Casey Thomas Winslow (born January 12, 1978) is a fictional character in the Last Resort Harry Potter RPG Series, role-played by Jen. Her character originated in the first site of the series, Hogwarts. He is currently a fugitive from the Williams Regime and part of his wife's resistance group, Isis, following the disbanding of the Order of the Phoenix.

Description
Casey stands at 5'10" and weighs in at about a light 150 pounds. His brown hair, once kept neatly cut, is now a little longer and more unkempt, blocking his vibrant blue eyes from view should he not brush it back. Most days, he sports a beard as part of his cover and due to the fact he is a little too busy to bother with such trivial things. Casey's chest is covered in wounds from years ago when Derrin White attacked him with Sectumsempra during the Portkey Battle as well as part of his neck from an attack by Lucius Malfoy toward the end of his sixth year at Hogwarts. He also has a scar from where the Dark Mark used to rest upon his left forearm, a mark he received during his time undercover for the Order as a Death Eater. Aside from that, he has the usual sort of scars from battles, quidditch acidents, normal day-to-day accidents, and a few scars from self-inflicted injuries in a few places no one else sees. A man with his past can't expect to have a pristine body.

Personality
To find ten words and say they summarize perfectly the complexity of Casey Winslow's personality would be to fool yourself. Ten individual words might reflect a few aspects but to fully think you know him by them is rickety thinking at best. Years of life and the experiences it has brought have carried him through the tidal waves of life and transformed him from the young, reclusive bookworm he was before he met Evie Price to the lovestruck fool he was as a newlywed to the man he is now today. However, he would be the first one to tell you he wished he still was that young, innocent, and naïve. At least back then he hadn’t felt the ill effects of love. Back then, everything had still new and not yet experienced by him when it came to love and therefore rather romanticized when he had given thought to it. Back then, he hadn’t faced the harsh realities of life and the emotional pain that now seizes him almost every single day.

But, he has to accept that gone are the days of whimsical, carefree trips with Evie after finding a babysitter for the kids, and gone are even the not so whimsical, carefree days that they at least spent together even if they weren’t entirely enjoyed. However, while he acknowledges it, it doesn’t mean he accepts it. It’s too difficult for him to do that as it feels him with a deep sense of despair that’s almost too difficult for him to shake off, and considering that he has an almost thirteen-year-old son to raise, he chooses to ignore the gravity of his situation and the tough possible reality of the end all of his plan.

In some ways, Casey hardly recognizes himself anymore. The old Casey would have frowned down on polyjuicing as a dead friend, considering it meant disposing of the body so that the family wouldn’t find out. The old Casey would have never considered killing someone an option. The old Casey never would have dared consider allying himself with the Death Eaters even if it achieved his ends and was for the greater good. So, in so many ways he’s changed, and he’s not quite sure that it’s for the better. Yes, he does feel that in many ways he’s a stronger person, but at the same time, he feels he’s weaker in that recently he’s been having to question so many of his old moral code to explain away his actions to himself in a way that he can live with them. It lends itself towards a lot of personal grief, but such is life to Casey. Pain is one’s best friend; it lets him know that he’s still alive.

The part that has stayed that is also good in his eyes is his love for Evie and for his son. He’s just not quite sure whether his love is bordering obsession currently when it comes to Evie or not. It’s a fine line, and he doesn’t want to cross it, but he loves her, and he wants her back. He wants her safe. He wants her to remember, to truly remember, and to live a fulfilling, happy life. Of course, her current obsession with exacting revenge on Trevor Williams leaves this seemingly wistful thinking.

Family

 * Wife: Evelyn Winslow, aged 33. Pureblooded status. Fugitive. Isis leader.Winslow.png
 * Son: Julian Winslow, aged 14. Pureblooded status. Fugitive.


 * Daughter: Lydia Winslow, murdered. Pureblooded status.


 * Son: Oliver Winslow, murdered in womb. Pureblooded status.


 * Daughter: Olivia WInslow, murdered in womb. Pureblooded status.


 * Father: Mark Winslow, deceased. Pureblooded status.
 * Mother: Paige (Thomas) Winslow, aged 65. Pureblooded status. Slave.


 * Brother: Christopher Winslow, aged 45. Pureblooded status. Slave.


 * Sister-in-law: Sarah Winslow, aged 44. Muggle-born status. Slave


 * Nephew: Jason Winslow, aged 21. Half-blood status. Fugitive, former OotP strategist.


 * Neice-in-law: Jennica (Herado) Winslow, deceased. Pureblooded status.


 * Great Niece: Katie Winslow, aged 2. 3/4-blood status. Fugitive.


 * Niece: Emily Winslow, aged 18. Half-blood status. Fugitive, helps around safe house.


 * Sister: Gladys Winslow, aged 43. Pureblooded status. Short order cook.


 * Sister: Laura Travis, aged 41. Pureblooded status. Fugitive.


 * Brother-in-law: Michael Trais, aged 42. Half-blooded status. Citizen. Wizengamot.


 * Brother: Jack Winslow, aged 39. Pureblooded status. Fugitive, living in Switzerland


 * Sister-in-law: Lily (Perez) Winslow, aged 37. Muggle-born status. Fugitive, living in Switzerland.


 * Niece: Anne Winslow, aged 17. Half-blooded status. Fugitive, living in Switzerland.


 * Brother: Chance Winslow, aged 37. Imperium Guard.


 * Sister: Millicent Cuthbert, aged 37. Pureblooded status. Slave.


 * Brother-in-law: Matthew Cuthbert, aged 38. Muggle-born status. Slave.


 * Niece: Catherine Cuthbert, aged 2.5. Half-blooded status. Citizen, adopted out.


 * Niece: Diana Cuthbert, aged 2.5. Half-blooded status. Citizen, adopted out.


 * Aunt: Martha (Winslow) Wallace, aged 61. Pureblooded status. Citizen. Retired.
 * Uncle: Leeroy Wallace, aged 64. 3/4-blood status. Senior staff in Wizengamot.
 * Uncle: Casey Winslow, murdered during the First War. Pureblooded status.
 * Aunt: Darleen (Thomas) Smith, aged 61. Pureblooded status. Fugitive.
 * Uncle: Joel Smith, aged 63. Half-blooded status. Fugitive.
 * Aunt: Amy (_) Winslow, aged 61. Pureblooded status. Fugitive.
 * Uncle: David Winslow, aged 61. Pureblooded status. Fugitive


 * Cousin: Michael Winslow, aged 38. Pureblooded tatus. Fugitive, former Order.


 * Cousin: Sam Winslow, aged 34. Pureblooded status. Prisoner of War, former Order.


 * Cousin-in-law: Lucy Winslow, aged 33. Muggle-born status. Fugitive, former Order.
 * Second Cousin: Isabella Winslow, aged 2.5. Half-blooded status. Fugitive.

Childhood
Casey Thomas Winslow was born on January 12, 1978 at 4:32 a.m., 5 lbs., 11 oz., 18 1/2" long to Paige (Thomas) Winslow and Mark Winslow. He was the ninth and last child of the couple, brought into the world with 11-yr-old Christopher, 9-year-old Gladys, 7-year-old Laura, 5-year-old Jack, 3-year-old Chance, and 3-year-old Millicent in the waiting room with their Aunts Darleen, Marsha, and Amy and Uncles Joel, Leeroy and David as well as their cousins 1-year-old Sam and 4-year-old Michael and their Grandmothers Mary and Lauren and Grandfathers Logan and James, all but the youngest few eagerly expecting the announcement of his safe arrival. All but Chris and Gladys and the adults were asleep, Chris and Gladys keeping each other awake by playing, having to be told constantly to keep quiet, their baby cousin was sleeping and their younger siblings. Like a broken record, adults were.

Finally at 4:32 a.m., everyone almost nodding off, the door could be heard opening, and everyone who was still hanging onto consciousness practically jumped, some standing, the rest sitting. Chris and Gladys were the first to go in, being the new baby's siblings. Both were only allowed to look at the new baby, considering the time, but soon they had to leave and the adults took turns, holding him. 'He's not fussy, Paige; that's good,' his grandmum had told his mum while holding his newborn form in her arms. His mum had been all smiles. She knew the work that would be involved, but that didn't matter at the moment. She'd enjoy her son, spoil him when she could. He was her baby boy.

Casey, however, ended up being the one baby that seemed to have all the problems. Colic, ear infections, caught nearly everything that went through the house. Usually she'd managed to keep the babies from catching things, but it seemed no matter how hard she tried, no matter what precautions, Casey caught everything. Therefore, he was pretty much her fussiest baby, but she couldn't blame him. This only caused her to be overprotective of him, made her take interest in every aspect of his life. Her baby boy wasn't going to suffer anymore after that tough first five years of life.

Growing up, Casey could get away with almost everything that happened between himself and a sibling, seeing as Paige figured he was least likely to be the instigator, as that was how it had often been between herself and her sister, Darleen. Seems she overlooked the fact that Darleen had often annoyed her. Though this would seem to give the tendency that Casey would have grown up acting like a spoiled brat, he didn't really. Instead, he chose to be pretty quiet, rarely really instigating any fights between himself and his siblings. It was better that way. Less of a chance of their ganging up on him. Plus, his dad was enough to scare anyone into a hole and make him refuse to come out, so he figured out that being quiet and submissive was more advantageous in the long run at a fairly young age.

Entering Hogwarts was an exciting time for Casey. He looked at it as a way to get away from his siblings and parents (mostly parents) and also learn how to do magic like they could. Get back at them after a year, he would. On the train he stuck close by his cousin Sam Winslow, who was a second year Ravenclaw, seeing as Milli and Chance’s friends were much more intimidating since they were so much older. In reality, he actually tried hanging out with Milli, but her friends had done the embarrassing ‘Aww…he’s so cute!’ thing and they both had a mutual understanding that he had to get the hell away, even if they were for two very different reasons.

When they arrived at the Hogsmeade station, Casey followed Hagrid like so many others had done before him. Getting into the boat with a few icky girls, he felt squeamish and for more reasons than the fact that girls had cooties. Water wasn’t his thing. He was terrified of it and didn’t know how to swim and was afraid of drowning in it should he fall out or the Giant Squid Chance had told him liked to eat little first years with blue eyes and brown hair decide he looked like dinner. In fact, he even put on a hat made of aluminum foil that his brother had told him would ward the thing away. The girls had giggled at him, and he had turned red and shrunk down, taking the thing off and tossing it into the lake before resuming paddling, his head down and eyes staring at his black robes, or what he could see of them in the darkness, as he listened to the girls chatter.

By the time they reached the castle, Casey was too tired, cold, and hungry to care about the things the girls noticed about it, and he more or less stayed off by himself as he walked with the group behind Hagrid to the chamber where they waited outside the Great Hall. When a woman with a face that reminded him of a fish introduced herself as Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, also the Head of Gryffindor and transfiguration professor, his attention was drawn immediately to her, taking in every word of her speech with the sense that what she had to say was important or she wouldn’t be there right now. He didn’t want to be caught off guard and look stupid out there since he knew that he’d be before the whole school. That alone made his stomach do cartwheels. The thought of tripping over his own two feet or his robes, which were almost too long made it do back flips.

When told to line up, Casey moved to do so like some sort of loyal dog, being pushed out of the way by the group of forty amassing first years. He wound up second in line after all was said and done, much to his dismay. As he walked across the stage, a loud cheer rose from the Slytherin table from his brother Chance as well as something to the effect of, “Make me proud, baby brother!” His sixth year brother Jack and his fourth year sister Milli countered that cheer in favor of their own respective houses. He chewed back his lip, feeling his cheeks burn a bright red as he looked towards his standing brother before he himself slid up onto the tall stool and felt McGonagall put the hat onto his head. The thing contemplated Hufflepuff for a moment but quickly declared after a few “Hmm…I see” type of phrases, “Ravenclaw!”

The table cheered him on, and Casey walked towards the table, not looking anyone in the eyes as he searched for Sam and slid in to sit beside him. He rested his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. That had been the bravest moment in his life so far—at least that he could remember. He was glad it was over, and he had to recover from the shock. He could have sworn he would have a heart attack, the way his heart had been racing. But after a few moments of having his face covered, he brought his arms down and watched the rest of the ceremony, talking with Sam from time to time and wondering when it was that the meal would be served. He was famished!

His first class was potions with Professor Snape and it was Ravenclaws and Slytherins. When he rose his hand and got the answer correct and continued to raise his hand, ‘nerd’ and ‘show-off’ were the milder names that the Slytherins called him after class after pretending to want to be his friend. Chance hadn’t warned him about Slytherins being so mean-spirited. Milli had, but his brother had reassured him that Slytherins weren’t all that bad. Now he was sure his brother had been lying or was crazy. Rejected, Casey had made his way back to his common room for his free period.

He made a few friends that year, but he was mostly around his cousin, who likely didn’t mind it sometimes but other times felt him a tag-along. Casey couldn’t help it. He knew Sam wouldn’t be mean. They were cousins, and they knew each other, and during holidays and other times during the year they’d always got along. Grades had been excellent that year, but he excelled at flying, and his parents had sent him a few rewards. First, it was an owl, which had, unfortunately, been sent out only a few times before a larger bird of prey took it out. That, or it decided to run away and never returned. Now-a-days, Casey figures the prior is more likely than the latter.

His next year was about as interesting as the watching a cow for days on end eating grass, laying down, resting in the shade aside from Jack’s graduation at the end of the year. He made a few new friends, kept up his good grades, drifted a little more from Sam, and all was well and good in the world for him as he settled more into the school. He knew to avoid Slytherins, to look out for two of the red-heads in Gryffindor who were likely to pull some pranks, and what not to do in order to continue on his detention-free path. He also learned that no Defense teacher made it past one year, seeing as they had a new one this year and the last one had apparently ran for his life after an unfortunate accident in which his face was severely disfigured amongst other reasons.

During his third year, Harry Potter made it to the school, which intrigued Casey. After all, who didn’t know about the boy-who-lived? Even he was guilty of trying to get a glimpse of that scar on more than one occasion. It was like having one’s favorite superhero prove to be real and not fiction. Naturally, he had known Harry was real to begin with, but this was so strange to actually see him and meet him in person. The school was abuzz with the latest Harry had done, and Casey was guilty of keeping up with it even if he didn’t pass the gossip along. He knew how twisted some stuff could get.

This was also the year that he first joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as seeker. The try-outs were shaky, but overall he must’ve done the best job. It was probably due to his slender frame and generally smaller size, which gave him the edge of quickness and agility that his competitors couldn’t have. When first year Harry Potter gained the spot opposing him on the Gryffindor team, it did nothing for Casey’s nerves, and he dreaded the game with Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor all season long, and when it finally came, Potter was out of commission. He felt stupid then, worrying all that year. Gryffindor had to forfeit and the game was in their favor.

His fourth year was filled with fear as the deadly Basilisk was released from the Chamber of Secrets. The uncertain murmuring between the professors set him on edge, not certain what was going on exactly other than students and ghosts alike being found stunned. He never came face to face with the creature, nor did he do much to figure out what was going on. He simply traveled in groups with his fellow Ravenclaws to classes, meals, and other things, and spent a lot of time outdoors. He was scared, dreading what might happen to him, not giving much heed to the bloodlines of the people being attacked. For all he knew it was a professor or that creepy janitor Filch. Everyone always joshed that he was secretly a homicidal maniac seeking refuge under guise of a caretaker.

His mum, on more than one occasion, wrote to him to see if he didn’t want to come home and finish out the year under her instruction. His answer was always ‘no.’ As much as he wanted out, he knew his mother would do him no good. He’d be worlds behind the rest of the students, and she’d baby him too much. Besides, Chance would call him a pansy, and he still lived at home. Pride? No, really? He waded through the year, keeping his marks up as he buried himself completely into the work he had to do to forget his own nervousness. Exams finally came around, his marks staying high as usual, and then finally the end of the year was approaching and the mystery was solved. A basilisk.

The very name of the creature made a shiver of excitement but at the same time of anxiety go up his spine. He knew about them. He’d read about them once in a Care of Magical Creatures textbook Jack had had. Snakes were his favorite creatures, and well, the idea of the basilisk was enthralling. One creature holding so much power to it despite being so venomous it shouldn’t require such abilities? It was humbling, all the same. He could have died, and he didn’t want his mum and dad to know, but his dad worked at the Ministry. He’d have heard regardless if any word was sent from the school to the parents. End of the year festivities ensued, feeling much more light-hearted now that the threat was gone.

He’ll never forget how tightly his mum clung to him when he arrived at the London station that year. It was embarrassing, and at the same time, he felt sorry for her. She’d had to sit all year worrying about him from the time of the first attack, and now she was here, holding onto him for dear life, sobbing tears of, from what Casey could figure, relief and happiness to have her baby boy home alive. For once in his life, he didn’t protest her hugs. It felt the same way to him, even if he was less expressive about it to her than the rest. Milli was equally as excited when he walked through the front door with their parents. She told him how worried she was, which he’d gathered by her lengthy letters that rambled—something he knew she only would do speech-wise if she was highly nervous about something.

Summer could not have ended any sooner for Casey. He loved his family and knew they meant well, but they were all over him and hardly would give him a second alone. He heard the words ‘I love you’ more often than he had ever heard them in his lifetime prior to that summer, and it was getting to the point that he was taking them for granted and saying them more habitually and out of duty than anything else. It was a fun trip through Diagon Alley that year. He received a new broom for Quidditch, and he knew had it not been for all that had happened the school year prior, he would never have gotten it. They wanted him to be as safe as possible, and he felt guilty as they put the broom up on the counter to be bought. He tried to talk them out of it. “Mum, really, I don’t need it.” Didn’t work. Why ’d he have to say, “Yes,” when they’d asked him if he’d wanted it when they saw him stare at it? “Dad, I’d rather have that one,” pointing to a less expensive broom.

They hadn’t budged, and new padding had been added to the queue. If he could have insisted on wearing another sibling’s old robes and uniform to offset the costs, he would have, but none of his other siblings had been in Ravenclaw. Chance had been Slytherin, Milli had barely made Gryffindor, Laura had been in Hufflepuff, Jack had been Gryffindor as had Gladys, and Chris too had been Gryffindor. He, Laura, and Chance had been the odd ones out, though Laura at least had the house in common with their Mum. His dad had been Gryffindor, so even that hadn’t been possible. So, in the end he’d had to get new robes and uniforms. He’d grown some over the summer, though Casey hardly counted it as too much taller, but his mum had insisted he’d not be wearing floods to school and making people think they were poor despite living in a nice manor home.

So, new books, broom, padding, and uniforms in hand, the family had made it down the Alley to a safe place for the three of them to apparate. Of course, Casey had to do Side-along, but that was beside the point. The good-bye at the train station was painful. Not in an emotional way for him, but because of how tightly his mother was clinging to him and how low on the totem pole she was placing his reputation. He was already labeled a nerd. Did she really have to get him teased by the Slytherins for being a ‘mummy’s boy’? Of course, it took forever for even his dad to manage to pry her off their baby boy. He had given his son a quick hug with a pat on the back and sent him on his way onto the train.

He couldn’t find a secluded compartment at all in the train for him to sit in and read a book, but when he found the third year, blonde beauty that was Amie Seams alone in a compartment, he came in nervously, managing to drop his trunk as he opened it, dumping out everything, underwear and all. Quickly, he shoveled everything into his trunk, not caring at the moment whether or not it was tidy, and with what little sense of dignity he had left, he took out a book and closed the trunk. He then set the book down on the seat and lifted his trunk up to the rack above them and then sat down, turning so his back was against the wall of the train and his legs were sprawled across the bench.

He didn’t get much reading done that trip, far too caught up in trying to sneak glances at Amie. He talked to her a little here or there to find out how her summer went and stuff. He’d known her since they were both in Ravenclaw, but he had to say over the summer some things had changed in her appearance that he liked. He was much too shy to make a move. Much, much too shy. But, it was in trying to find the courage to ask her out before someone else did that he managed to ignore the escape of Sirius Black and become almost totally oblivious to it.

He finally found the courage with only two months left of the school year. Better late than never, right? Well, Amie accepted, which sent Casey’s self-esteem and confidence through the roof. They studied together, hung out in Hogsmeade together, and were practically inseparable. It was towards the last week of school when he decided to break it off. She was too young for him, he’d decided, especially as certain desires started to develop that she could fulfill but he hadn’t felt the urge to ask her. He wasn’t ready for commitment, and his dad had always stressed since they had the talk that girls considered it an emotional thing and not to take advantage. He’d put it as gently as possible.

That summer was boring and uneventful. Apparently an escaped criminal hadn’t scared his mum as much as a possible killer inside the school. Made sense to some degree, but not much. But, when had his mother ever made much sense? Anyway, he spent most of his time at the lake near their manor, swimming when it felt too hot for him, skipping rocks, and reading. It was a nice environment, so why not take advantage of it? Besides, it got him away from his parents and the few siblings that were still living at home all day practically unless one ventured out to his self-proclaimed spot. Usually they left him alone except to call him to lunch, which was usually, embarrassingly enough, by use of the Sonorus charm, but he still chose to spend his time there.

Sixth year: the year it all began. Rumors were spreading through the grape vine about something happening this year at the school as he boarded the train, heading off to find his cousin Sam with whom he tended to spend such rides to the school. He and his cousin briefly speculated before turning topic to predicting what the disaster would be this year, even as far out as alien abduction—obviously just messing around. After a while, Casey began to read, Sam having been discovered by some of his friends and lead out. That grew boring after a bit and his stomach begged for something to digest, so he left the otherwise empty compartment, planning on returning after getting something from the trolley.

Fate, however, had different plans. When two dogs of varying sorts raced out of a compartment chasing a frightened cat and then back in, Casey’s attention was removed from the nearby trolley and his curiosity won out as he entered the doorway of the compartment, his eyes settling on a dark-haired brunette, another brunette he had seen around the common room and knew to be in his year because of how often she was willing to answer questions in class, his ex-girlfriend, and some sandy haired boy with a yellow dog, and then returned to the hazel-eyed, brunette girl, obviously attracted.

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

The brunette had scooted over to make room for him to sit down beside her. “No, not at all.”

And with such an exchange, a friendship would form that would, over time, blossom into a powerful, unbreakable love was formed. Evie Price and Casey Winslow soon abandoned the others for their own compartment when the other boy wanted to sing. Neither were thrilled with that idea, each making excuses. After Evie nabbed something off the trolley, they were off to find somewhere to sit. Near the end of the train, they found an empty compartment and continued their conversation until a professor interrupted and they decided to ditch and change into their uniforms. They met up again before heading onto the carriages.

By the time they’d arrived, they’d agreed to hang out again the day following by the statue of the humpback witch. The feast that night brought in an early threat. Half veela Fleur Delacour sat beside him during dinner, and his attention was stolen away from the general flow of conversation with the Ravenclaw girls around him with whom he’d been speaking beforehand. Just one girl was all it took. He lost all evidence that he was aware of his surroundings or that he belonged to the house in the school known for its brains. No, he wasn’t quite reduced to a bumbling idiot, but it was obvious he was just as spellbound as the rest of the men in the room.

Before dinner was over, he’d arranged to show Fleur around the grounds, which they did the next day after classes. He had to contend with a French-speaking Slytherin who seemed to have hit it off quite well with the Beauxbatons beauty for her attention. Eventually Raven had had to return to the dungeons. ‘Too bright for her, probably,’ Casey had thought, but he had gladly continued on his walking tour with Fleur, showing her the castle, all the grounds, even the Ravenclaw common room. She’d thought the door with the question quaint. Casey had always thought it pointless. Most anyone could get in that way, but it would later prove useful in later years.

During a Hogsmeade weekend, Casey had found Evie, the girl from the train with whom he was good friends by then, in The Three Broomsticks, Ginny having just abandoned her and Amie in a huff. Casey had greeted them, but Amie had got stuck on Death Eaters and something about her sister. He had been confused and had tried to clarify, though he pointed out that the Death Eaters were gone along with Voldemort, having no clue what Amie was speaking about. She had apologized for snapping at him that it was none of his business and they had made up, telling her that she could trust him. Amie had ignored it and left to find her boyfriend Cedric, leaving him and Evie alone.

He and Evie had further discussed the event, which happened to have been the Dark Mark being set off yet again, this time at the school where Amie had almost been killed by a snake. Jamie had been the culprit, but no one knew for sure then. However, he had expertly turned the focus of the conversation to the ball, stating the attention he’d been given and asking if she’d been asked to the dance yet. He was relieved that she hadn’t been. However, when asked if she had anyone in mind, her answer was Draco Malfoy. Casey had had to make a face. Little blond, snobbish weasel. That was her type? At least she had only been kidding. The jealousy there had been unlike any he had felt before.

Then, she had turned the attention back to him and whether or not he had anyone in mind for the ball. The obvious, classic dance between two people wanting to ask each other but being too afraid of rejection to ask. “Hm? Oh, yeah, there's someone..”

Leaning forward, she had asked, “Oh really? And does this someone have a name?”

He had blushed and avoided eye contact because of the answer being right before him. His voice had even been higher pitched with the first word. “Yeah, she does..”

Leaning forward again, she had inquired sweetly, “Care to elaborate?”

“Um...” he’d said, his butterbeer mug becoming interesting again. “Not at the moment?” he’d offered lamely. “Oh..ok then.”

She had sat back and there had been something about her demeanor that had made Casey feel sorry for saying what he had and need to explain himself. The unnaturalness of his voice only continued with each start. “I mean...um...there's just too many people around. Don't want everyone overhearing, you know? Too many Slytherins..”

“It's ok...Honestly..unless you want to go somewhere else that is.”

She had given him a weak smile, and he had spoken again. “Only if you want..” He downed the last of his butterbeer, nearly choking on it, he swallowed so fast. He had cleared his throat to get rid of the tickle.Wrapping her scarf around her neck, she had huffed, “Well this is...oh nevermind”

He had looked at her curiously. “No, go on..” he’d said, glad conversation might go on semi-normally.

“Casey..do you uh...do you—?” she had begun, but she had seemed to nervous to go on.

Noticing she was just as nervous as he was as he’d looked over at her, Casey mentally kicked himself to just ask her, but all he said was, “Do I...?”

“Do..do..do you want...?” She had been blushing so fiercely her skin nearly matched her scarf; however, Casey had dismissed it as the cold as he had sighed and begun to take off his coat.

“I was wondering, Evie, if..” he had started.

“Casey, do you want to go to the ball with me?” Finally one of them had got around to it, and she covered her mouth, rather shocked, seemingly in Casey’s opinion, that she had even asked. They had gone outside on a walk after a little more conversation. It wasn’t but a few moments before Evie decided she couldn’t handle this dance any longer.He had agreed, and the rest is history. Well, it would have been had it not been for the first struggle in their newly formed relationship: Fleur Delacour and Casey’s given weakness to veela. The girl had come along, carrying packages while Casey and Evie had been sitting on a wall talking that same day only minutes after Evie’s question and their getting rid of the twins, and they had been discussing how they’d have to find something for the ball. Casey had seen her and been distracted completely, offering to help with her packages.Jamie had come along, Evie had grown angry with Casey, who was smitten from the half veela’s flirtatious smile and words saying his presence was improving her day basically. He had taken the packages upon her request and asked where she wanted them toted. Evie had yelled out, “Unbelievable.” Jamie had replied that she’d be better off with Draco and left, and Casey had retorted with, “What?! Can't a guy give a girl a helping hand?” He had been distracted by Fleur again and taken her to The Three Broomsticks. He had shrugged off Evie’s outburst and walking off away from them and turned back to Fleur and gone back to escorting Fleur to the home of the best butterbeer in town.It was as he walked off to get butterbeers for the both of them that Evie had stalked in as her animagus black cat self and warmed up to Fleur. She had begun to attack her, Casey’s attention had been drawn back, and Evie had been turned into a toy. The half veela was outraged. He came back just as Fleur screamed and did it, asking what was wrong, but soon Evie had turned back to her human self to get out of the charm that Fleur had placed on her. He was shocked to see her there, hadn’t dawned on him that she could possibly have been the cat that had been turned into the figurine until around then. Evie was irate.Casey made the mistake of siding with Fleur, calling her reasonable. She began to leave, and Casey was further a git, asking her if she’d stay. She didn’t think it was wise, and the two were left alone to speak and flirt until they were interrupted by Ginny and then Fred and George. Kind of difficult to talk with so many people, especially two other lovedrunk guys, but they attempted to continue conversation until pixies were released and Fleur jumped into his arms. He helped her try to zap them.Realizing the plan was going wrong, she nabbed Casey away, saying she had something to help him get rid of the pixies. Casey refused until the twins assured they’d help her, and then he followed Ginny, who lead him to Evie who’d been sitting outside the pub. He expressed his weakness to her; she expressed her concerns considering Fleur wished for him to ask her to the dance, and he assured her that he didn’t think he’d do that even under the charm but if he did, she could slap him back to his senses. He managed to get her to come with him into the pub to shake Fleur loose after making sure she was ok. He promised her a dance simply out of pity when he told her that he already had a date and she seemed upset about it.All went without problems until one night not long after the events of Hogsmeade. Casey had been coming down from the common room to go to the library when he stumbled across Evie. He greeted her, but instead of a normal answer, he received a warning that she couldn't help it and found her wand being pointed directly at him. It definitely wasn't something he could let happen, her harming him, so he used Expelliarmus to disarm her. It wasn't long after that that he heard Jamie's voice casting the killing curse at them. He managed to knock himself and Evie out of the way but not without sustaining injury to the right side of his body. Angered and likely scared, Jamie fled the scene.Casey had no clue really as to what had just happened, why Jamie was behaving the way she was, but he had his suspicions from the incident where Jamie attacked her twin sister and Casey's ex, Amie. The rumor had it that the Dark Mark had been found in the hall and Amie had been attacked. No one knew for sure who did it, but all the same, evidence seemed to point towards Jamie, but why? That's what got Casey, though his focus was on getting to Dumbledore before Jamie could get too far away. However, those plans were thwarted when Natalie Seams came along and made them go to the hospital and completely so when Evie fainted. He wasn't leaving her and he was sure he could have Dumbledore summoned to the hospital wing somehow.He was right. After tending to their wounds (Evie's first, under Casey's insistence), Poppy Pomfrey made her way to find Dumbledore, leaving an upset Natalie, an unconscious Evie, and a troubled Casey to take care of themselves. Shortly after Poppy left, Evie came to, and Casey had to explain to her what had come to pass as she didn't remember anything beyond Jamie trying to get her to join Voldemort, which confirmed the suspicions Casey had in mind. After a bit of joking to lighten the mood, he asked on Natalie's behalf whether or not she believed Jamie to have acted of her own accord. Her nod was enough confirmation.Dumbledore's arrival and discussion with Casey brought him mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad to know that a group of would-be aurors, known as the Order of the Phoenix, was stationed at the school now and putting up spells to disable the use of the Unforgivable Curses, yet on the other, he was disappointed that more wasn't being done to find Jamie before she could do something else to someone else. Casey felt there had to be some more direct and immediate repercussions, even if it was owling his father to get the auror department involved in the situation. Merlin knew they ought to. Ginny's arrival shortly after Dumbledore left left Casey thoroughly unsatisfied with Dumbledore's way of handling this situation, so he determined to do something.With Mika, a girl in his year and house who had arrived before Dumbledore, and Evie, he set out to find Jamie. They encountered a klutzy Hufflepuff by the name of Valerie and Jamie's own best friend Elanor along the way. Elanor, concerned about her friend's wellbeing, agreed to help only to appear to turn on them once they were in the forest. Casey endured the Cruciatus Curse multiple times and even Valerie, who was placed under the Imperius, trying to kill him. They soon retreated after Jamie mysteriously fainted, leaving Elanor and the other girl alone in the Forbidden Forest.The last week of the semester held a couple interesting classes. One was much more pleasant to Casey than the other. During Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid had the idea to bring in Fleur Delacour as an example of a veela. The girls, naturally, were all up in a huff about that as their boyfriends drooled over her. She targeted Casey in her display, kissing him, which he rather enjoyed, though he didn't say so to Evie. Evie stormed out on the class, and Fleur told Casey to meet her afterwards. He was too lovedrunk to really recognize what Evie had done, so afterwards he met up with the half veela, and they were merely talking, her trying to convince him to dump Evie, when Evie came around, giving Fleur a piece of her mind, eventually punching her. Jamie even had her piece in it, sending the Fernunculous curse at Fleur. Casey, distracted by Jamie's presence, forgot Fleur as he tried to run her off.The other class was Defense Against the Dark Arts only a few day prior. Moody had decided to go over the Unforgivable Curses, and given the recent attack on their lives the subject was much too close to home. The result? Casey and Evie left the class after receiving detentions. It was then that they had their first kiss by the lake before class let out and they fled to the Ravenclaw common room. His cousin Sam delivered him a letter from his parents a while later, and Casey read it, discovering that his parents had invited Evie to spend Christmas with them since he had informed them her parents wouldn't be around. She accepted his invitation and wrote her parents about it.The Yule Ball was not without event. It started off well enough, Evie and Casey dancing, a little side effect from the attack in Evie, Casey trying to offer Fleur the dance he promised her to no result, but then later when they were out on the balcony Skeeter found them and began her questioning. As soon as they managed to get away, Casey discreetly cast a spell and the reporter's notebook and quill burst into flames. One of his more daring moments, but it was a good feeling to see Skeeter so upset.The rest of the year progressed as expected; however, it wasn’t meant to remain that way. It was nearly the end of the year when Casey and Evie served detention together with Jamie when Casey began to notice a change in Evie’s behavior that he could not explain, so he attempted to follow her and talk to her to see what was up, only to be bombarded by an attack from Lucius Malfoy and some other Death Eaters. Evie took the brunt of it as he carried her unconscious form away after turning Lucius into a chicken using the Pollus hex. One of his cronies turned him back and he attacked them both with Sectumsempra. Unfortunately, Evie had to be hospitalized in Mungo’s for a time, and Casey waited anxiously for word on improvement on Evie’s condition.Word arrived after a few weeks, and Casey was allowed to go to Mungo’s to see her. Of course, her parents were soon there after Casey’s arrival, one of the few times they actually seemed to be there, and after being in the family a year or so later, he wondered if it hadn’t been for appearance’s sake. He went with Evie to the house and the two disappeared to her secret place near her family’s manor where they talked a while until the family house elf came to retrieve them for dinner.Dinner was a disaster. It turned out the Minister was coming over, presumably to discuss politics, but Jamie Seams and her family showed up as well as Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and there was a lot of tension. Things escalated, and it was not a very good first impression for Casey towards the Price’s—not that it would have mattered much anyway. No one was good enough for his daughter in Thomas Price’s mind unless he was well off.The year eventually ended in relative peace for the young couple, and summer was relatively boring, considering Casey was seldom allowed out of the house or able to sneak away. However, soon, seventh year began, a year which had its fair shares of highs and lows, though certainly not in the same ways as any year before. His cousin, Sam Winslow, took over Care of Magical Creatures due to Hagrid’s absence, a fact which seemed odd considering how little Sam liked the subject or the idea of teaching; however, the Order ordered position proved beneficial as it provided Casey someone to confide in with plans he had for his and Evie’s relationship.The year started out well with a last minute prank pulled by Evie and Casey, but soon after, during their first class with Umbridge, the problems began. Naturally, the fact that no one was allowed to mention Voldemort or side with Harry’s story didn’t set well with Casey and neither did the fact that his favorite subject was now boring. Eventually, things escalated to the point that Umbridge stripped Casey of his Quidditch privileges, which left the team suddenly without a seeker or captain.Casey tried his best to rebel, teaming up with Evie and, surprisingly, Jamie Seams, to steal back his broom from Umbridge’s office. It was pulled off with a little help from the twins, but the detentions were added to, much to his dismay, but he grinned and bared it. He was determined not to let her get the best of him.Come December of that year at the Yule Ball, a very nervous Casey danced with Evie before asking her out to a walk around the gardens set up before the school and asked her to marry him beneath a tree. Her reaction made him almost uncertain as to whether or not she’d say yes or not, but in the end he was reassured and happily, the couple returned to the Yule Ball. Unfortunately, as they told Ginny Weasley, Slytherin Michelle Thompson overheard and used it to meet her own agenda.After stealing a piece of hair from Evie’s head, she tipped off the band to announce the blessed event and polyjuiced as Evie, taking off with Casey in the confusion. It wasn’t until they reached the Forbidden Forest that the young man realized this wasn’t Evie. Auspiciously for him, a fellow Ravenclaw and friend, Serena Riley, had realized the switch when Evie came to her and Ginny for help finding Casey after the rush that had followed the announcement as people went to see her ring and congratulate her. She was able to stop Michelle just in the nick of time.Christmas break was a flurry of events. Once again separated from seeing each other, things were odd and felt somehow vacant to Casey, who snuck off during the Christmas celebration at his house, which one could imagine was a big to-do with so many people and some young children in the house. They exchanged gifts at Evie’s flat and spent some time together before stealing the Weasleys and having a big snowball fight in the Winslow’s large lot. Afterwards, they apparated into Casey’s room and were discovered by his father whilst snogging on his bed. Evie was kicked out and forbidden, but later Casey spoke to his mother, who invited her son’s fiancée over for tea the following Saturday.It was that day that the two ended up deciding to run off together to Ireland, where they spent a few blissful days and nights together before returning home to her flat. Her father soon discovered they had returned and came with her mother over to their daughter’s flat, catching the two cuddling together on the couch, asleep. Thomas Price, being the already-not-too-thrilled man that he was, jumped to conclusion and grabbed Casey up by the neck and attempted to kill him, slapping Evie away as she tried to get him to stop. Evelyn, her mother, managed to get him to stop. Problems were not to end there. In haste, the two rushed off together after a stop at the Weasleys, making plans to elope, deciding it was the only way they were going to manage to get their fathers to stop trying to keep them apart. They went to go see his cousin, Sam, and his girlfriend, Hufflepuff Lucy Anderson, to see if they would be witnesses. Fortunately for them, the other couple managed to make sure they remained only fiancé and fiancée until their projected wedding date.Things weren’t easy throughout the rest of the year. NEWTs coming along and forcing Casey’s more book- and study-oriented nature to spring forth presented problems for them as well as Umbridge’s ever-watchful eye. However, they somehow made it through seventh year alive and together and with a wedding nearly planned somewhere between studying, friends, and sneaking around to spend time together in the more varied ways they preferred.Summer before the wedding was exciting in that “we could get caught” sort of way as Casey and Evie spent nights together, sneaking her in and out of the Winslow manor. However, all that came to an end on June 18, 1996, the day of their wedding. It was a nice summer day with a wedding ceremony and reception held at the Weasley’s home. They stuck around for a while before heading off for their honeymoon to Ireland.

Before the Takeover
Two years of relative peace ensued their wedding until during the trio’s final year the Order received some Intel on Voldemort and future plans, which resulted in them stationing the young couple in Hogwarts, Casey as defense against the dark arts professor and head of Ravenclaw and Evie as charms professor and head of Gryffindor. The Intel proved unfruitful, and the young couple enjoyed their time together back in their old school. Why not? There were no signs of Voldemort. Still, “Be prepared for the worst” should have been their motto from the get go.

It wasn’t long after that that there was a battle, and in its wake, Casey was determined to end this threat once and for all. It was agreed they needed someone on the inside, and he took the offer despite knowing it would mean working closely with Alastor Moody to learn Occlumency so he could make it longer than a second within Voldemort’s ranks and not be struck dead. Evie was upset, naturally, but Casey, seemingly having developed a fashion by which to calm her, managed to do just that: calm her.

Only a couple days into it, Casey was freaking out. Having realized fully by now what it meant he might have to do and highly emotional in a way he wasn’t accustomed to, the young man tried to convince Evie to leave him, saying that he didn’t want her to see him like this, didn’t want to place her in danger. He tried everything, even attempting to ditch her at her father’s, but nothing worked.

Time went on, a battle followed, as well as torture and murder sessions with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and Casey was starting to wear thin. However, being the sort of person he was, he pressed on, forcing himself to endure it as best he could.

It wasn’t long before an old friend was to show up on the doorstep of the school, scared and on the run. Not long behind her would follow the start of their problems. It turned out that Serena Riley, whom they hadn’t seen since only months after their wedding, had spent the past couple of years in a far less mirthful manner than her friends. Casey ushered her to the Great Hall and found out her tale. She had run out of resources, so back to Hogwarts it was for her. It wasn’t as though she had much of a choice, after all.

She quickly made herself useful, helping Casey out around the classroom at first until she replaced McGonagall as professor of transfiguration, the elderly woman keeping only her position as headmistress. It seemed things were starting to settle down into a groove that, in any other year or situation, might have been considered comfortable. For him and (though unnoticed by him as he dealt with his own problems and bottled things in) his wife, it wasn’t comfortable.

A battle was soon in the making, this time upon the soil of the Forbidden Forest. The Death Eaters seemingly winning, Voldemort decided to test Casey’s loyalty, commanding he kill his wife. Casey injured her, and had it not been for his ability to manage to wordlessly remove Petrificus Totalus from Mrs. Weasley, he would have had to kill her or be killed himself. The move undetected by the Dark Lord, Mrs. Weasley managed to rescue Evie just as Casey uttered the killing curse and he managed to get by unsuspected.

About a month later, the toll it had been having on Evie evidenced itself before Casey when he came to her office, finding the office in shambles and Evie broken down in tears. Finding out she was unable to do magic well, if at all, he comforted her the best way he knew how to do and took her home. Once she was calm enough, he went and took a shower to try to clear his head of the guilt he felt. However, he only came to the conclusion that he was right. He was bad for her to be around, dangerous even. He had caused her this problem. The best way was to leave her, to try the only thing that he hadn’t tried the time before, cruel though it may be.

After getting out of the shower, the man went to their bedroom and got dressed. He sat down and wrote a letter with the potential to ruin everything they had fought so hard to earn and keep only a couple years ago. It was all lies, stating that all of this had been a sham: all the time together, the marriage, the relationship, his love for her. All of it had been the result of a dare. She came to the room just as he had finished writing it, and he quickly set it on the pillow and apparated out.

What hurt him was that she believed him so easily, especially with all the double meanings he had left her within his words. She should have known him, should have known he wouldn’t leave her like this, that he’d have the guts to tell her to her face. Why else would he have tried to do so only a month or so before? If she had read it carefully...

About a week or so later, he went to retrieve his journal, something that could validate “needing” to see her and that was actually true. Once inside, Evie attempted to get him back, but Casey forced on the cold persona he had around Death Eaters. However, as she began to grow ill, that was all it took. He got her to the hospital wing and quickly left her there, feeling that staying would only weaken his demeanor more and make her believe she had a chance when he didn’t want her to know she did anymore than she already knew.

Somehow she manages to convince him to start from the beginning, to try to give them another chance. However, Serena, believing that they hadn’t yet reconciled, came storming into his classroom as he was disciplining Ravenclaw student Zeke Tylor. Her comments made him upset, and he left the classroom rather quickly since she had dismissed his class for him when she’d come in. Despite his protests, the students had, naturally, took advantage of Professor Riley’s words and left.

Having found out she was going to leave the school to go to her parents’, Casey made his way over to Evie, managing her just as she was working on getting out of the school’s gates. She admits to being pregnant, a fact which catches Casey off guard. He obviously didn’t want her to go to her parents after that and persuaded her to spend a day out with him, which they did. She needed to get some things for her owl, Saleel, anyway. They ended up coming back to the school plus one that night, a black kitten named Felix meeting them as they’d had the pet store deliver him to the school. The night didn’t quite end the way Casey wanted, the two getting worked up only to have Evie freak out over the baby right as he felt like he was getting somewhere with her, and he left the room to cool down for a while but did end up coming back later, asking if he could stay with her.

Things progressed from there, things seemingly getting better between them, though Evie still lacked her magic and Casey was still stuffing. Christmas break came, and they went home for the holidays as usual, deciding to take a holiday instead of spend Christmas with the family. Unfortunately, Christmas Eve apparently wasn’t an unthinkable time in Voldemort’s eyes to call a meeting, and Casey had to leave, coming home rather upset. He didn’t want to talk about it and shut himself off to Evie who was concerned about him, her plans to help relax him abandoned to find out what had happened. He didn’t vent, refused. Eventually they ended up in a lip lock, only to have Evie shut him down as he tried to go further.

He prepared to leave rather quickly. He couldn’t stick around here with her like this. He’d lose it. She tried to get him to stay to talk, and when he wouldn’t, she began to take off her negligee, practically throwing herself at him since she didn’t know how else to get him to stay and not go out and do something completely stupid. However, he pulled away, throwing her argument back in her face and saying he didn’t want to use her like that. He was gone for hours, drinking, and Evie was furious with him when he finally got back, doing everything to annoy him in his state.

At an Order meeting that followed not long after, Casey and Evie tried to convince the Order that he needed to get out, to stage his death so he didn’t have to keep up this double life since it was having too much of a toll on him and them. Most everybody was for it except for Moody, who thought Casey was being a wuss and copping out. Nevertheless, eventually it was agreed, and plans commenced on how to fake his death. Evie had to leave the room, not wanting to think about her husband dying at all even if it wouldn’t be real, and Casey couldn’t blame her, leaving himself to go up to the room she’d gone to and talk with her.

However, even the best-laid plans go wrong. There was an element to the battle Casey hadn’t known about: portkeys. The Order members were scattered, seemingly paired off by Voldemort’s sheer will to undermine love and reveal it as a weakness. Casey and his cousin Sam ended up paired off with Derrin White, former friend of Evie, and Voldemort. Casey fought with Derrin, who nearly killed him with Sectumsempra. Sam barely managed to get them away before collapsing himself in the hospital wing where Lucy and Evie waited anxiously with Poppy for people to return.

Both men were in a coma, but Casey awoke before his cousin and long before his friend Serena. After he woke up, a secondary plan was put in motion, and Casey’s seemingly lifeless body was removed from the hospital room at Mungo’s and his bed rest was continued at the Order’s headquarters.

Of course, being bedridden didn’t go over well with Casey. Evie would hardly touch him or cuddle with him when asked, afraid she would hurt him, but he saw it as she was disgusted with him and his newly disfigured body. He hated being waited on and treated as an invalid. He hated not being able to get out of bed to go to the bathroom on his own, but he refused to use a catheter. He hated not being able to leave the room or the house. He hated the small confines. He hated the feel of the sheets and the bedside manner of Mrs. Weasley. He hated not being able to go with Evie to well-care check-up on progress with the baby. He hated not being able to be what he had been up ‘til now, and the worst part was that he didn’t have anyone to blame. However, that didn’t stop him from pegging it on other people in his mind. If Moody hadn’t said they needed someone on the inside... If only Moody hadn’t looked down on him and made him feel like a child... If only he had been stronger, better, faster, less vulnerable emotionally to Derrin’s taunts... If only Derrin had fought fairly...

The worst part with it all was the first day when Evie was supposed to tell his parents that he was dead but couldn’t go through with it and brought his sister Millicent and his mother back with her to HQ. Naturally, they wanted to wait on him, and he’d have none of that. He was already feeling inadequate enough without his mother babying him. Eventually Moody caught wind a few hours later and kicked them out, removing their knowledge of his status still being with the living.

The next several weeks were difficult. Being stubborn as he was, he insisted on trying to move around the place on his own when he thought everyone was away but only ended up hurting himself all over again. Yet, he still refused his cousin’s help when Sam found him lying there on the ground. Sam was frustrated, and Evie was furious when she found out. Casey didn’t care. He just wanted to get better. He just wanted to be his old self, to be able to help Evie care for the baby when he was born. And of course, he couldn’t stand being kept out of the battle that ensued only a number of weeks later right before the school year ended. Old sit ‘n’ spin found his way there, however, much to Evie’s dismay and dislike (and oh how he paid dearly for it around her). He managed to take down Fenrir and Umbridge, but afterwards, he was severely winded.

However, the fact that he was now alive was known, his cover blown. He slowly readapted back to life in the real world outside the Order HQ, though the Ministry gave him hell to revoke his death certificate, giving him piles upon piles of paperwork, and his family rushed to see him while ignoring Evie and giving her the cold shoulder for knowing but not saying anything to them. It was lose-lose for him and Evie both, however, for Casey found no pleasure in being flocked even if it did gain him a number of good meals of his favorite things as a child.

A few months down the road, Casey was functioning again with the aid of a cane—aid that was seldom utilized by the twenty-year-old young man. Shortly before the new school year began, he tried out as seeker for Puddlemere United and won the position, much to his delight. Eager and glad to see a non-brooding husband again, the very pregnant Evie encouraged him, attending his first game and trying to be there for him as much as was possible in her condition, which, admittedly, wasn’t all that much, but he understood.

On October 18, 2000, Casey and Evie’s firstborn was born. Julian Thomas Winslow was a cute little thing in Casey’s opinion. The loving father doted on him as much as possible those first few hours. They slipped away to somewhere quiet after both mother and baby were released from the hospital, and Casey only left when necessary for practice or a game.

His Quidditch career was short-lived, however, as only a few months after his son’s birth he found distance growing between himself and Evie since when he was home it seemed the focus was on Julian and not them. So, due to the desires to be there for his son and wife and to repair the distance between himself and his wife, he quit the team. Oliver Wood and the rest of the gang weren’t happy with him at all.

He replaced the Defense teacher the following school year, and the young family took up residence in the professors’ dormitory. About two years later, Evie reclaimed her role as Charms mistress and head of Gryffindor, and only a year after that, everything started to go down the drain. First off was Headmaster Trey Hunter’s (Trevor Williams) sudden interest in Evie unnerving Casey. Despite Evie’s ignorance to the fact, he knew the man was after his wife. Second? Second was perhaps worst of all. It revealed a weakness in the marriage. Evie didn’t completely trust Casey not to hurt her.

Voldemort found Evie in the forest, and naturally, Evie was afraid—afraid for her life, afraid for her son’s life, and afraid for her husband’s. She gave into joining Voldemort’s cause when he managed to reveal her biggest fear and convince her that Casey had had an affair even though he hadn’t. Without a doubt, the twenty-two-year-old was angered by this when he found out. She didn’t trust him. What else did she think he was capable of? Did she really have that little faith in him? She’d made it clear that there were only two things that were unforgivable in her eyes, and those were to have an affair or to hurt her. Of course he was going to avoid those like the plague! He’d be crazy to risk losing her. He loved her more deeply than he could ever remember loving anyone else.

He revealed to her all the things that he’d been exposed to and done as a Death Eater and begged and pleaded with her to not go to the meeting and to instead run with him and Julian. Evie was affected by his words, and she promised she would come back and they would leave, but that she needed to buy them some time, so she was going to the meeting. Despite Casey’s supplication, she went. And they never left.

Arguments began, and Casey swallowed his pride to ask for outside help. However, Serena didn’t manage to make things better. He eventually turned to the bottle. Even if he didn’t have a taste for the beverage, at least it gave him a buzz if he drank enough and he could escape inhibitions for a while. Morgana Calloway seemed a sympathetic, understanding young barmaid, and Casey took advantage of this over the next while, telling her everything, not really thinking she could ever be interested in him. He had too many problems, and besides, he wasn’t thinking of her in that way...or at least he wasn’t trying to. There was something about her, a sort of veela charm to her, that drew him to her, though he did his best to resist it. The bottle seemed to work for a short while, and he was able to keep drinking to a bare minimum. However, nightmares began to occur. Their content was more than disturbing. There was a blonde woman, a pretty thing, who wished to sleep with him, and whom Casey in the dream felt highly attracted to. They were going to have a baby. And there Evie came with a man named Tom behind her. He reminded him so much of Voldemort, but at the same time of someone else. She left him in the dream. She was so angry. The others weren’t much better. Some were quite erotic, others just plain disturbing.

This only drove him deeper into drinking. Instead of telling Evie, he chose to drink his problems away, which really didn’t work since, come morning, they were still there. Because of the drinking, the arguments worsened, and it was becoming more and more unbearable to handle the stress on his own. He was afraid that telling her the dreams would be just the little push she needed to justify marching out on him. He couldn’t understand why he was still having the unwanted nightmares, but he did.

Eventually, he hesitantly spoke with Hermione about the nightmares, and she started to deduce what was happening to drive these nightmares, all generally involving the same people, into his mind when they weren’t something he wanted to have.

The Yule Ball comes around and he and Evie play it nice and manage to seem to be making progress. He let her know just how much she meant to him and how much he loved her and that he would try his best to overlook the Voldemort thing because he didn’t want to lose her. The night was much lighter than usual, and it was good for the couple.

However, trouble brewed in paradise overnight. Despite the evening they had had, the nightmares still came—only, this one was far worse than any before. Forgetting he was supposed to go with Evie and Trey to The Three Broomsticks that morning, he left early and began drinking. However, his drinks were spiked with a temporary amnesiac potion with something that weakened his will and removed his inhibitions. Evie and Trey walked in on Casey and Morgana snogging rather passionately on the bar countertop.

Deeply hurt, Evie spoke to him, and when Casey didn’t recognize her and denied that they had a son together, she stormed out. Morgana calmed his mind and pulled him back to their snogging session. Though he had no way of knowing it, she planted memories in his mind so he thought they had actually copulated.

His father was less than sympathetic when his son showed up at his doorstep a few days later. The Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and even the Quidditch magazine hadn’t missed a beat. Photographs of Morgana and Casey snogging were all over the front page.

Casey tried to see her at the school before Christmas break, but the encounters never got him very far. However, he tracked her down to her parents’ manor on Christmas Day. He had a son, and he wasn’t going to miss Christmas. It was already bad enough that he hadn’t seen him in a few days.

The next few months that remained in the school year were tense. Anytime Casey tried to near Evie to explain what happened, Trey would cut him off, and Evie refused to let him see Julian or know where he was. What confused Casey most was the mixed message. Where were the divorce papers?

The week before the end of the school year, Casey finally managed to see Evie. He explained that he was leaving the school for good and was going back to Quidditch and asked if he could spend some time with Julian before he went. She agreed reluctantly. However, she was sure to drive home the point that she and Trey were going to spend the weekend together, even wearing a small number that she might have sported for him at one point not too long before.

The day with Jules went well. The two had a good time bonding, and they were asleep already at the house that had once been a home when Evie apparated in, crashing into things in her frantic effort to find him. Casey awoke to the clatter and went to the living room to find his likely soon-to-be ex-wife dressed in nothing but a negligee but looking worse for wear. Despite his feelings towards her after seeing her leave with the headmaster, he quickly went to help her, finding out that she had been attacked by Trevor and Morgana, uttering something about the affair that he didn’t understand or care about right then. He had just enough to hide Evie and a sleeping Julian in the master bathroom and fortify it magically and toss himself on the ground where he could see the door beneath the hem of the bed skirt before “Trey” and Morgana could be heard trying to get in.

Morgana entered first and Casey quickly used Petrificus Totalus, taking her out of the equation for the time being. “Trey” didn’t seem to have an issue with that as it was Casey he wanted. They fought ‘til “Trey” felt cornered and removed the spell from Morgana, which Casey didn’t expect, so he ended up being slammed back into the wall with Morgana’s well-aimed Stupefy, and the duo of evil escaped.

Once he was certain they were gone and not hiding out somewhere in the house, Casey made his way to the bedroom and disabled the spells he had on the bathroom, going in to find Evie holding onto an obviously confused and upset Julian. The reasons that mother and boy were upset were different. Julian didn’t like that his mum had come to pick him up and took him from his dad while he was asleep and couldn’t tell daddy bye and was confused why they were staying hidden in the bathroom and why his mother seemed so scared and was holding on so tightly and forcing him to be quiet and not try to open the door. Evie, of course, was scared for rather obvious reasons. Casey had no clue as to the full extent of what “Trey” had done to Evie, but she had said something in her initial flurry of sentences that implied rape and Merlin only knew what else. He rushed with her and Julian to his parents’ home, leaving Julian with them and heading off to St. Mungo’s with Evie. She was quickly imprisoned admitted as her rapidly declining mental state and awareness was obvious.

The next day news of “Trey’s” capture hit the headlines of the front page of the Daily Prophet, and why wouldn’t it have? The Headmaster of Hogwarts being carted off to Azkaban was big news, especially being caught within the care of magical creatures professor’s (John Kenneth) house with Genevieve Aurelle, herbology professor and John’s girlfriend, being held as his captive. Nevertheless, Mark and Gladys Winslow, who happened to be on duty in the auror’s office that day, were on the scene after John disabled the Death Eater. Of course, the Ministry was unwilling to acknowledge the man was a Death Eater, and the Order just did what they normally did.

Casey stayed faithfully in Evie’s hospital room with at least one Order member standing guard outside the door at all times around the clock. The healers knew it wasn’t worth arguing with him and provided him with a cot. Evie soon had a violent outbreak towards him when he touched her hand. It was almost as though she didn’t see him, and when the healers and nurses tried to put an IV in since she was refusing to eat, it was hell to pay, so her wrists and ankles were placed in shackles with a restraint around her midsection to keep her from thrashing.

It was a scary experience for Casey to see his wife in the state she was, and it didn’t help that she wouldn’t talk. In fact, she rarely seemed to be present in the room, and touching her to get her attention only seemed to scare her back to where she was after she tried fruitlessly to defend herself against what she viewed as a threat. He couldn’t understand it. Why did she want to hurt him? Didn’t she trust he wouldn’t hurt her? He wouldn’t find out the reason until months down the road.

Eventually, however, he managed to have a brief conversation with her and decided that keeping her in the hospital was doing her more harm than good. White walls had always irked her. She was in a constant position, which put her at risk for bedsores. He was her husband. Perhaps taking her home where she’d never been harmed and had always felt safe was the best bet. Plus, it would be easier to keep an eye on Julian himself then. The healers didn’t want to release her, but with Thomas Price’s backing, it was a done deal, and Evie was returned home.

She made little progress. In fact, she refused to go out, refused to let him share a bed with her, refused to eat, and she continued her violent outbursts. One day when Casey felt his wife could handle watching Julian as he was sick and probably going to sleep an hour, he went outside to try to move around and clear his head and just be Casey and not have to be Casey Winslow, Mr. Mum—or Casey Winslow, unlicensed healer and Ministry work-at-home clerk. He met a scary sight when he returned in to check on Evie. She’d got her hands on a knife and cut into her left wrist. It being the location of such a delicate, vital blood vessel made him more than amply worried.

Nevertheless, he didn’t take her to the hospital. Instead, he called his cousin’s fiancée, Lucy Anderson, who worked at Mungo’s. She advised psychiatric treatment after healing the wound, but Casey said it would do no good. She wouldn’t say anything aside from the fact that she was trying to get rid of the Dark Mark, and if she said that to a therapist, it would get her time in the looney bin, and he was not going to allow his wife to be placed in there. It would be ten steps backwards from what little progress he’d made with her. She was at least eating a little on her own and had taken a shower that morning. Against her better judgment but understanding that Evie had issues she couldn’t just talk about with a normal psychologist, Lucy left after peeking in on Julian, who had slept through the whole ordeal.

Of course, the fact that “Trey” had escaped from Azkaban just that morning in an unprecedented and unknown fashion, had perhaps lead to the outburst after a seeming start towards the right path to recovery. Casey didn’t know, but he moved his desk to the room so he could work in there and make sure she didn’t try something like that again. He didn’t want to walk in when it was too late the next time.

Mrs. Weasley’s visit one day after bringing them some much-needed groceries, insisted that he and Evie get away together—take a cruise or something. She felt that Evie would do better if she just got away from the general area of the world where it had all happened. Casey said he’d consider it, and he observed Evie the next few days, deciding that since she seemed to be doing better at home, perhaps it was time to get her to venture out into a place where there was only a select number of people around and things should generally be safe. So, he booked the cruise, and the morning of, he told her, deciding as she let him cuddle with her for the first time in ages that morning. He’d bought her two dresses, one for if she kept up the whole need to cover every inch thing and one for if she decided to be a little more modern and less proper.

She was hesitant, but she agreed to try it. They went. Evie took a while to get used to the new surroundings, but soon she allowed Casey to kiss her. However, eager for more, he began to forget herself. But, he still noticed that she’d gone stiff beneath him and quickly removed himself from her general area with an apology. After a while, they went swimming, and the rest of the cruise went on pretty mundanely.

Evie’s progress continued upward from there with a few small deviations, but eventually things were very much back to normal in the couple’s relationship, much to Casey’s relief and joy. However, she was still wary about going outside, so after going to the fair with Julian one night, he suggested that the two of them go the next night together and spend some time alone. He won her a huge stuffed animal, rode rides with her, and pretty much went along at the pace she set doing whatever she wanted. He was very glad to do that. It distracted the two of them from the argument the night before over his decision to go work as an auror. He’d had the proper classes, so while he’d be on training, he just wanted to be able to get out there and do something about the “Trey” situation, figuring if he was captured once and for all, things would get completely back to normal.

So, he applied, and he got the job. With his father head of the department and half his family as references, it was sort of difficult not to. Of course, this meant being away from home for periods of time, and that was a bit of a strain, considering Evie tended to worry when he was gone. One return home was more memorable than all but one other. Evie was more “friendly” than usual, and while perhaps it was odd to get home and go straight to the bedroom, he didn’t question it, just enjoyed it. Soon, she couldn’t hold the news in any longer. They were going to have a baby. He didn’t react how she’d hoped. He was sort of shocked and quiet. Sure, he was happy, but when they’d brought Julian into the world, there weren’t Death Eaters to still deal with. True, Voldemort was once again gone, but what if he were to come back again? They’d thought they’d got all the horcruxes before but they’d been wrong then. What if they were again? Of course, he didn’t even let Evie know this, and he quickly lightened up, which relieved the expectant mother.

These worries were a constant worry for Casey throughout the pregnancy, but he kept them to himself and focused on work. A month or so before Lydia’s birth, he was out on a mission with his father, and “Trey” appeared. He was so close, but the man killed his father, and he was torn between going after “Trey” or checking on his father. That moment of hesitance gave “Trey” the opportunity to escape, and the man took it.

Casey was given time off to deal with the death of his father but refused to accept the offered therapy, knowing he had underlying unresolved issues that he couldn’t let out unless he wanted to be taken to Azkaban. He soon decided to quit that job, and he went a few months jobless helping Evie with their newborn daughter Lydia. That helped him perhaps more than therapy could have, just spending time with his family and having people relying on him. About a year later, he was able to return to Quidditch, and he snatched up the opportunity, hoping to find stimulation to fight off his budding depression. That didn’t last more than two years, however.

After he quit, he petitioned to regain his prior position at the school and regained it. After three years teaching with his family living in the castle with him, he was assigned Deputy Headmaster duties under Jamie Carter. Everything should have been fine at that point. He should have been happy. Everything was going right, better than it had in quite some time. He and Evie were still together, he had two beautiful young children, and he had a job he genuinely enjoyed. Despite it all, he was unsatisfied and unhappy despite trying to be. His memory was going. He was losing interest in absolutely everything, even an activity with his wife that used to be not only fun but great stress relief for him. He was finding self-harm more and more alluring, but he didn’t want to be labeled as crazy and be locked up, so he “took care of himself.”

Two years later, the 2008 school year began. He was completely paranoid by this point, and things were beginning to fall apart for him even further. He couldn’t hide it much longer, though he continued to try. Evie was getting more and more concerned and researching her suspicions and everything seemed to match up, but she didn’t know how to approach Casey about it, afraid that it would cause him to become defensive. But fate had plans of it own to out Casey’s issues and force him to admit to them. One night, early in the morning, he woke up from a nightmare and headed for the bathroom. He locked the door, and Evie got up to check on him. However, when he wouldn’t answer her, she forced her way in, and in a rush to try to hide his blade, he cut himself fairly deep.

Immediately spotting the blood and the other scars—some fresh and others halfway healed, Evie was appalled, disappointed, and concerned all at once. She tried to snatch the blade from him, but he sunk down into the tub to keep her from being able to grab it from his hand. All he saw was the disappointment and perceived anger and shut himself off from talking. He pushed her out of the way after an emotionally charged outburst and headed down to the common room, not caring how he was dressed. He flooed out of the place and quickly made his way to Diagon Alley after transfiguring his clothing so he appeared to be a bum so no one would notice it was him.

However, he spotted Derrin White, Evie’s old friend who had transferred to Durmstrang for his final year and known Death Eater who had nearly killed him, and he followed him into Knockturn Alley, knowing the boundaries of the other’s parole. Of course, Derrin was cocky as ever.

Casey left the encounter even more disturbed. His fears that he’d been bottling in and the memories were all coming to the forefront of his mind, and now that Evie knew about the cutting and the depression and how he couldn’t handle anything, he knew there was no way to just push them away. Evie would try to force him to deal with his issues immediately.

When he returned to their dorm later in the day, he found himself unable to pick up knives or other sharp/blunt objects he could harm himself with, and Evie demanded he hand over his wand when he refused to talk and had an outburst because he couldn’t believe she was treating him like a child—even worse than a child! It took some arguing and a bit of physical and magical force before she could get his wand. She told him that she would hand it to him for class but that immediately after she would be there to collect it and him. Instead of making things better for her husband, Evie had effectively made it worse for her husband and herself by forcing him to view her as a annoying control freak of a bitch.

A talk with Kyle only a handful of days later in the common room left him feeling even more alienated, as Kyle practically dismissed his fear of a Death Eater revival with what Casey viewed as little to no thought. And soon, Bridget, an old Quidditch team mate who had come to teach at the beginning of the 2008-2009 school year, tried to offer her help, but by then he was too wary of other people, too afraid of being judged, and he let out his frustration on her, which left him with no one to talk to or be around, and it really was his own fault, but he blamed it on Evie for worsening his paranoia and depression. Didn’t she understand he needed the cutting? It was the only way he could release his emotions. But stupid people. Stupid people judging based on a stupid, false stigma. Stupid Evie for not leaving it known she was willing to listen and leave it to him to come to her when he got used to the idea. He hated her. He hated them.

Enter Kara Viridian, a young auror he vaguely remembered from his short time as an auror. The young, beautiful woman reminded him a lot of Evie when she was younger. She was well, as he’d already noted, beautiful, talkative, happy, seemingly relatively carefree... He was attracted to her from the get go, and her need for help figuring out why she had received the journal of Sirius Black and a photo of the old Order of the Phoenix from back in the ‘70s made him feel like he could actually do something worthwhile that no one would be able to judge him on.

He soon found himself spending as much time with the younger woman as possible, liking that she was for the most part unaware of his mental instability and that she made him feel needed and useful and like he was worth something—even if it was something as trivial as helping her with this. She entered the Order under his referral, though it was, for the most part disbanded and had next to no meetings at all. He was closing in on the reason she had received the journal and photograph as December neared, and by the night of the Yule Ball, he had fully figured it out. He was planning on telling her in the morning on the train to London, yet another way to avoid Evie and having to sit there feeling like her prisoner. She couldn’t say, “No,” after all, as he was with another person, and she wouldn’t dare try to accuse him of an affair—not with his mental status being rocky at best.

However, that wasn’t meant to come to pass. That night, 19 December 2008, was the last night any of them were to see the interior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only those of half-blood or greater descent would find themselves reentering in a matter of months as Death Eaters stormed the castle, taking everyone by surprise.

Casey was cornered by Derrin White, who was determined to finish the job he’d begun back when they were nineteen. As self-proclaimed leader of the Death Eaters, he couldn’t afford any loose ends. Unfortunately for him, Casey’s will to live, if only to make sure his family got out alive and well, kicked in, and he soon escaped, fleeing to find Evie as he heard from Derrin’s own mouth that this man, Trevor, whom they had known as Headmaster Trey Hunter, was apparently with his wife with the intent to kill.

Desperately, he searched everywhere until he finally found the open Room of Requirement, blasting his way in and right away searching for her with a sinking feeling in his heart. Why else would the man not be here when he had left Evie a note—signed, William Travis, their squib janitor, he noted—and flowers. He had obviously been here. He wouldn’t just leave her here alive, not after that failure he’d made. Finding a heavily secured room in the center of the maze, Casey’s breath caught. What if he was in here with her right now? What if he was raping her as he had before? He couldn’t handle having to help her emotionally when he wasn’t well mentally either.

Finally, he got in, and Evie rushed at him, expecting it to be Trevor, but it wasn’t. Casey felt more relieved than he had in a long time.

Since the Takeover
The aftermath of the battle left heavy losses on both sides. Nearly all of the professors had been killed except those who had been part of the Order, and students had not been left untouched. However, Derrin White’s body was amongst the counted dead. Angry as hell, Casey was quick to call an Order meeting in the common room. He made known his thoughts and feelings that they should fight fire with fire. He hated how all this time they had only defended. They needed to defend, but at the same time they needed to give them a taste of their own brand of medicine. No one else seemed to share his feelings, too caught up by the fact that it was morally questionable. At this point, the man had no care in the world for morals. Children had died, his wife had nearly been killed, and his colleagues had been caught in the crossfire as well, and they were worried about morals? Fuck that.

The next morning all students were returned home, and Casey and his family returned to their house. They tried to calm the kids and act like everything was just like any other winter break. However, they were hard-pressed to do so when a strange owl flew to their windowsill while the children were decorating Christmas cookies with Evie at the kitchen table. Casey opened the letter, noting who it was addressed to and how familiar the writing looked.

It was from “Trey.” Trevor apparently knew where they lived and had an ultimatum. He had taken control of the Death Eaters, and if Evie came and helped him take out Callid Warren, her family would be spared, but if she ignored this warning, Casey would die. He shooed the kids out to talk with his wife, and after much debate, it was decided they would go to a safe house. They attempted to convince his family to go, but they wouldn’t. Oddly enough, despite his prestigious position as ambassador to France with the Ministry, Thomas Price agreed that he and his wife would go into hiding with them. However, neither thought much of it. It was unusual but certainly not impossible.

The night of January first, Thomas told Casey he needed to speak with him, so the two stayed up with a drink for each of them talking for a while before Thomas pulled his wand. Alarmed, Casey set his drink aside, sat up, and pulled out his own wand. He inquired what the older man was doing, but Thomas fought ‘til Casey was disarmed. The rest of the house slept through it due to the spell Evie’s father had placed on the room. However, he hesitated, finally lowering his wand with a quiet, “I can’t do it.”

Casey quickly stood and repossessed his own wand, warily eyeing his father-in-law. Thomas explained the situation. Trevor had come to him wanting him to kill him and that if he did, he would spare Evelyn, Evie, Julian, and Lydia. They quickly worked on a plan to make it look as though Thomas had killed him while he was asleep next to Evie in bed and then Casey set up a portkey and rushed to get Julian out of the place since Evie was reading to Lydia since she still hadn’t been able to sleep. He set the bear in with the explanation that Lydia forgot it in the living room, and he thought perhaps it would help since it was her favorite.

Thomas soon appeared to retire after his daughter went to bed and went to the screen only minutes later to let Trevor in. His dead body was present when Casey returned for Lydia and Evie, and Casey was overwhelmed with shock when he found Lydia’s dead body there but no bear. It had left without her. However, he quickly went to the room he and Evie had claimed and found his wife missing. In fact, he just heard the pop of disapparition. He allowed himself time to grieve briefly before he heard Sam calling out for them, having come with groceries apparently. Casey quickly rushed to grab a few things from the boxes that he wanted for memory’s sake before leaving quickly to find Julian.

Life since that night has been difficult to weather. He heard the news of the massacre of the Weasleys and many other Order members he had known quite well. It grieved him, but bitterly, he thought it was their own fault. He stumbled upon his old Quidditch teammate as he was being mugged in a dingy alleyway. He chased the mugger, but it was too late to save Kevin. Seizing the opportunity, he stole a good deal of his hair from his head and disposed of the body in such a way that no one could easily find it.

Since that night in January 2009, he’s been masquerading as his friend. At first, he simply remained a Quidditch player. On 14 February 2009, he stumbled across Evie, but his inhibitions were severely lowered by the fact that he was quite drunk, and he lost his chance to tell her the truth, having decided to wait a few days to gain her trust since she thought Casey was a bad ex who had beat her for trying to leave him.

He soon found the world under complete, or announced, Death Eater control on 14 February 2010 with Minister of Magic Walter Crane’s revelation that he was in reality the believed dead Death Eater Harold Masters. He was shocked with everyone else but not truly if he was honest with himself. He found opportunity to become an Imperium Guard and a Death Eater, and he took it, hoping that it would somehow get him closer to Evie and regain him a chance to take back his wife. It worked. He quickly befriended Evie under his alias, but he prematurely told her who he was, and he abandoned his role (and thereby his unlikely allies, Callid Warren and Fierro Darque, in the take down of Trevor Williams), fleeing the wizarding world in case Evie ratted him out.

Obsessed with revenge, Casey deposited Julian at the Order Safe House for a few months while he tried to devise a plan to kill Trevor. Unfortunately, resources eventually petered out and Evie was believed dead, murdered in her and Trevor's home. Discouraged by the lack of results from his individual efforts, he was left with no choice but to return to the Order Safe House himself and attempt to rally the troops in the right direction despite their seeming unwillingness to do anything more than sit on their asses. Shortly after his return, Julian ran off and was kidnapped by Trevor.

Following a meeting to attempt to get the Order in on a plot that would lead towards Trevor's take-down, Casey came to the conclusion they were worthless, too afraid to take the Williams girls themselves despite the fact they would be well cared for. He had to wonder if that was the very reason why they were sitting on chances to kill Trevor themselves. So, he sought out a lead he had heard whispers of, and following a meeting, the Syndicate was brought in on the plan. Currently, he awaits the fruits of their efforts to be borne.

On Halloween 2011, Casey decided to visit Evie's grave. There, he met the most unexpected person: Evie herself. She explained she had faked her own death to get away from Trevor and, believing her son and him both dead, she had left the country to seek help. In the time since, she had formed cells of a group called Isis in various countries unaffected by Trevor's rule. He has decided to join her in her efforts in a hope that one day Trevor will be taken down and his iron grip removed from the wizarding world.