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Cassandra Blaze had no idea what had just happened. Her father, Johnathon 'Johnny' Blaze, the Ghost Rider, had just had to make the one sacrifice she'd hoped he'd never actually make, sacrificing his life to save the planet, the angel/demon who'd been the source of his powers turned to her.

"Cassandra Blaze?"

Zarathos asked calmly, looking at the now orphaned girl, who was kneeling besides her father's body. Cassandra looked up at the spirit.

"What more do you want from me?"

Zarathos touched his hand to her forehead.

"With you, a new era of Ghost Riders will begin. For the first time, you will have access to the mounts of all the past Ghost Riders and you will be able to choose between the forms of the spirit of vengeance and the spirit of justice. I also will allow you your last words with the spirit of your father before I make you my new host."

Cassandra nodded and Zarathos temporarily revived Johnny to let him talk to his daughter.

"Hey kiddo. I know I don't have a lot of time, but I want to tell ya a few things. Firstly, what I should've told ya before I died, you're adopted. I haven't got a clue who your birth parents are, but chances are pretty high they'll be looking for you. Second, make sure you find that chain that I used as a weapon and keep it with you at all times, just incase you need to beat someone down without going full Vengeance or Justice Rider on them. I know you'll make me proud. My little Cassie Blaze. The brand new Ghost Rider."

Cassandra smiled at the spirit of her father before Zarathos excused Johnny to go to heaven, and turned to Cassandra, it taking him all of a minute to make her his host and make sure she had full control of his powers, which were now her own, knowing that her extreme power would make her both a powerful ally and a fierce enemy. Though he didn't know how she'd be dragged to her fate.

Five years later Cassandra chuckled as she thought back to the day, having gone back to the church where her father was buried to learn a few extra skills from the man known as Carter Slade, who had pretty much raised her into the ideal young Ghost Rider. Fearless, a talented fighter, and when he realized she was a witch when she was younger, he'd gotten her enrolled at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and wizardry and let her get a custom made wand. It was 14 inches long, pleasantly swishy, with six separate woods which included ebony, cedar, elm, maple, yew, and redwood, and it was matched by the six cores, black phoenix feather, thestral tail hair, a hair from the tail of Carter's horse, thunderbird tail feather, horned serpent horn, and rougarou hair. At the end of it all, it was a wand worthy of a Ghost Rider, closely linked with death, almost a warning for the incredible power that Cassandra possessed.

"Alright Cass. Are you ready? Your school did decide to put you in that exchange program with Hogwarts."

He said to the young third year, who was entering her fourth year. Cassandra nodded as she finished altering her jacket. Putting it on, she smirked, she'd decided to change her outfit, proving herself as a true Ghost Rider. She was now wearing black jeans, black combat boots, a blood red t-shirt, and her new black leather jacket that had retractable spikes on the shoulders and room for her other new addition. Her black vambraces which also had retractable spikes and a spot for her fingerless leather gloves with retractable spikes on the knuckles. Her characteristic chain was wrapped around her waist as a belt, and there was a second backup chain wrapped around her wrist as a precaution. Her only true accessory was the pair of black sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose.

"I'm ready Uncle Carter. I'll make sure to ride back when I get the chance. Are you riding out with me?"

Carter shook his head.

"No. This is the beginning of your adventure. Time for you to ride alone little Ghost Rider."

Cassandra smiled and nodded, heading outside to where the moon was high.

"Tonight, I ride alone!"

She said to herself, feeling the familiar burn of her powers activating, the flames slowly burning off her skin and muscle tissues until all she was was a flaming skeleton wearing a lot of spikes and leather. Summoning her motorcycle, which looked almost exactly like her father's, and she sped off down the street. She knew where she was headed, and flew down the road in that direction, ignoring the screams of people who saw her. Headed towards the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, her bike ignoring the laws of physics as she sped off towards Europe, hoping to get there before the sun could be seen on the horizon.

What she really wasn't expecting though was for the first thing to happen to her to almost run over a pureblood witch by the name of Andromeda Tonks.

A/N

I like how this is turning out. I don't know where it's going, but I like how this is turning out. And yes, I know I said Cassandra was adopted. You'll figure out who her parents are soon enough.