Falling Into Reality
Disclaimer- Any names you recognize from the books are not mine. Any you don't recognize are.
Summary- Little Carlyn doesn't have a clue as to her father's past, who she really is, or what the future holds for her. An only child, she wishes for someone to play with, and going to an all girls school where she may as well as be invisible doesn't help. When mysterious strangers clad in unusual clothes arrive in her kitchen, her world flips itself upside down. Can she cope with her new life that she must begin? More importantly, can she forgive her father for the lies?
"Please mum, don't go! I'll be good, I promise! Mum, I don't want to be alone anymore. I'm scared, and dad isn't here to comfort me yet. Please mum, don't go! Please!"
Carlyn woke up screaming. Another night terror, and another unforgettable dream. So many questions that her father didn't answer. It had been the same dream for three nights now, and still it scared her beyond her comprehension. Who was that woman, and why did she call her mum? As far as she knew, she didn't have a mum.
"Daddy, I had another bad dream." She whispered into the dark. Soon, her father would come and save her. She knew he would.
A chair scraped downstairs, and two strange voices drifted up through the ventilation system. They must have been a man and a woman.
"Harry, you have to come back with us. Voldemort's followers won't retreat." The man said.
"Yes, Harry. They don't believe you killed him. They need proof that you aren't dead." It was the woman this time.
"No, can't you see I have a life here, Hermione! I have a child. What will she do when I tell her that we have to leave, that her father's business in the magical world isn't finished?" Her father sounded mad, but scared too.
"What, you mean you haven't told her yet Harry? What are you thinking?" the man said.
"I'm thinking that I don't want her to grow up being Harry Potter's daughter. I want her to be Carlyn Gretchen Potter." Her father was definitely mad now.
Carlyn was scared. Who were these people, and what were they doing in her kitchen? What did her father mean by, 'the magical world'? She decided to go downstairs.
As she tiptoed down the creaky steps, she glimpsed a short figure, about her height, standing next to the man and woman. Two more were sitting near her father's feet. "Children?" she thought.
"You have to tell her." The woman said. "Hasn't she received her Hogwarts Letter yet?"
Her father pulled a piece of yellowed parchment off the refrigerator top. "You mean this?" he asked.
"Yes, and why haven't you sent it back yet?" the man sounded annoyed.
"I told you, Carlyn will not grow up to be a mess like I am. Going back to our world will only make things worse for her."
Carlyn silently neared the kitchen. What did her father mean, 'our world'? She entered behind him, and cleared her little throat.
Harry must have jumped a foot into the air. He whirled on her, pulling a stick out of his pocket. He pointed it at her, then drew it back when he saw who it was.
"Carlyn, why aren't you sleeping? Did you have another bad dream?" he asked quietly.
She peered around her father's legs. The man was tall and lanky. He waved and nudged the child that stood by his legs. A girl with long bushy hair waved. The two boys sitting at his feet were asleep, and one gave a small whine as the woman tapped them each one the head. She looked almost exactly like the girl, only much taller. The small boys, who must have been twins from their looks, waved a little, then fell back asleep.
"I am Hermione Weasley, and these are my children Alyssa, Alex, and Aaron." The woman named Hermione said. She smiled warmly.
The man introduced himself. "I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my family." He gestured to the group.
"I, I, I am Carlyn." Carlyn stuttered. She was visibly frightened. She looked up at her father. "What do you mean by, 'magical world'?" she asked.
"Well, I guess I have a lot of explaining to do don't I?" he said. Carlyn just nodded.
Disclaimer- Any names you recognize from the books are not mine. Any you don't recognize are.
Summary- Little Carlyn doesn't have a clue as to her father's past, who she really is, or what the future holds for her. An only child, she wishes for someone to play with, and going to an all girls school where she may as well as be invisible doesn't help. When mysterious strangers clad in unusual clothes arrive in her kitchen, her world flips itself upside down. Can she cope with her new life that she must begin? More importantly, can she forgive her father for the lies?
"Please mum, don't go! I'll be good, I promise! Mum, I don't want to be alone anymore. I'm scared, and dad isn't here to comfort me yet. Please mum, don't go! Please!"
Carlyn woke up screaming. Another night terror, and another unforgettable dream. So many questions that her father didn't answer. It had been the same dream for three nights now, and still it scared her beyond her comprehension. Who was that woman, and why did she call her mum? As far as she knew, she didn't have a mum.
"Daddy, I had another bad dream." She whispered into the dark. Soon, her father would come and save her. She knew he would.
A chair scraped downstairs, and two strange voices drifted up through the ventilation system. They must have been a man and a woman.
"Harry, you have to come back with us. Voldemort's followers won't retreat." The man said.
"Yes, Harry. They don't believe you killed him. They need proof that you aren't dead." It was the woman this time.
"No, can't you see I have a life here, Hermione! I have a child. What will she do when I tell her that we have to leave, that her father's business in the magical world isn't finished?" Her father sounded mad, but scared too.
"What, you mean you haven't told her yet Harry? What are you thinking?" the man said.
"I'm thinking that I don't want her to grow up being Harry Potter's daughter. I want her to be Carlyn Gretchen Potter." Her father was definitely mad now.
Carlyn was scared. Who were these people, and what were they doing in her kitchen? What did her father mean by, 'the magical world'? She decided to go downstairs.
As she tiptoed down the creaky steps, she glimpsed a short figure, about her height, standing next to the man and woman. Two more were sitting near her father's feet. "Children?" she thought.
"You have to tell her." The woman said. "Hasn't she received her Hogwarts Letter yet?"
Her father pulled a piece of yellowed parchment off the refrigerator top. "You mean this?" he asked.
"Yes, and why haven't you sent it back yet?" the man sounded annoyed.
"I told you, Carlyn will not grow up to be a mess like I am. Going back to our world will only make things worse for her."
Carlyn silently neared the kitchen. What did her father mean, 'our world'? She entered behind him, and cleared her little throat.
Harry must have jumped a foot into the air. He whirled on her, pulling a stick out of his pocket. He pointed it at her, then drew it back when he saw who it was.
"Carlyn, why aren't you sleeping? Did you have another bad dream?" he asked quietly.
She peered around her father's legs. The man was tall and lanky. He waved and nudged the child that stood by his legs. A girl with long bushy hair waved. The two boys sitting at his feet were asleep, and one gave a small whine as the woman tapped them each one the head. She looked almost exactly like the girl, only much taller. The small boys, who must have been twins from their looks, waved a little, then fell back asleep.
"I am Hermione Weasley, and these are my children Alyssa, Alex, and Aaron." The woman named Hermione said. She smiled warmly.
The man introduced himself. "I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my family." He gestured to the group.
"I, I, I am Carlyn." Carlyn stuttered. She was visibly frightened. She looked up at her father. "What do you mean by, 'magical world'?" she asked.
"Well, I guess I have a lot of explaining to do don't I?" he said. Carlyn just nodded.