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Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic, I'm a simple teenager, obviously Harry Potter is not mine! If he were would I be sitting here rolling around in cash? Ooops. o.O Said too much **pushes 100$ bills under bed quickly** you didn't see a thing! **Cheeky grin** If you want to know what is mine, check out my profile. Adios. Enjoy. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
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Chloe rolled over in bed. She couldn't sleep. Summer in Australia was always too hot. Sweat dripped from her hairline as if she'd just ran a marathon. The eight year old sat up in bed, dragging a hand across her forehead.
"Why does it have to be so hot?" she questioned out loud. Chloe stickily pulled her legs out from under the sheets and looked around her large room. Everything was her favourite colour, purple. Purple walls sat behind a dark purple and wood desk that matched her bed and wardrobe. The wardrobe was positioned on the opposite side of the room as the desk, and her bed was back up against the wall under her window. It was always moved there in the summer, it was just too hot not too. She looked out the open window and into the backyard.
How she wished she could be swimming in her pool right now, but it was way too late.
The air had a sticky feeling to it; it seemed to cling to you. The smell of eucalyptus leaves and frangipanis, which were planted in her mother's garden, wafted threw the window and met her nose. Chloe grinned to herself, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else in the world in summer.
Chloe was Australian, or at least she thought she was. Her grandmother and mother who lived with her were both English. She couldn't imagine living in England. It was supposed to be cold all the time! The young girl liked the hot weather...but sometimes it got too hot here. Winter was just right, not hot and not cold, and they would only have about 2 weeks of pure coldness. Yet it was nothing like England, where the snow fell for weeks at a time a people walked around bundled up in heavy coats and scarves.
Chloe giggled, she wore tracky dacks and a shirt in winter. She'd never seen anyone where a scarf where she lived! Gingerly stretching a leg over her bed she got up, thinking she would get some water from the kitchen. Walking to her door, She wondered if her mother and grandmother were still up.
Placing a sweaty hand on the coolness of the doorknob, she held it there until it the coolness gradually faded away, making it body temperature.
"Bummer!" the young girl exclaimed, scrunching up her face. She turned it to the right in her hand and the door creaked open.
Slipping out of her room, she made her way to the stairs. Descending them one at a time, the satin of her boxer shorts clung to her as she walked. She made her way to the kitchen, wincing slightly as her feet touched the cool tiles. She heard the chatter of her mum and grandmother and...and...Someone else? Chloe opened her eyes in shock, someone else? She looked at the clock that hung on the wall above her in the foyer. It was 2am, who could they be talking to? The voice wasn't familiar either. It sounded...male. Chloe paused, leaning against the wall, and listened.
"She is was too young for schooling here, plus I'm not sure if I want her to become this, to cross over worlds. I feel danger for her, from her father, even if I know it's her fate"
Her grandmother in a caring, yet stern voice interrupted her mother.
"Kassy, you understand this is what she has to become. When her time comes she will be a very important part of the war in our world. I understand your concern, but we are thousands of miles away from where her father is, he could have no way from tracking her, and why would he?"
Chloe blinked and slid down the wall quietly, lost in thought. What were they talking about? Her head buzzed.
They were talking about her, but what were they discussing? Worlds? War? It didn't make sense!
"Kassandra, dear I think it would be best to..."
But they never had found out what the man had to say, because Chloe had got up, walked to the kitchen door and knocked on it. She hadn't even noticed what she was doing until after she put she hand by her side after hearing the pound on the door.
The room beyond went quiet and she heard faint whispers.
"Hello?" Chloe called. "Mum? Nan?"
"Just a minute sweetie!" Her mum called to her from the other side.
There was a faint 'pop,' as if someone had burst a considerable small ballooon and scraping of chairs over the floorboards, and her mum opened the door. Looking down at her daughter she smiled, a look of concern evident on the mother's face.
"Can't sleep?" She questioned.
"No, it's too hot. Can I please have some water?" Chloe asked, looking up into her mother's eyes.
"Of course, honey, come in." Her mother stated, holding back the door.
Chloe walked under her mum's arm easily, being short, and made her way over to the kitchen bench, leaning against it with her elbows.
Her mother looked caught between frustration and caring, her face fighting a loosing battle.
"Chloe, dear, your mother and I have something to discuss with you." Her Grandmother looked up at her.
The young girl looked confused, gratefully accepting the glass of water her mum passed her and sipped it quickly.
"Thank you,"
Sip.
"Mum."
Her mother smiled at her daughter, and Chloe put down her glass at looked at her.
"What do we need to talk about?" she asked, feeling more than a little confused.
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Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic, I'm a simple teenager, obviously Harry Potter is not mine! If he were would I be sitting here rolling around in cash? Ooops. o.O Said too much **pushes 100$ bills under bed quickly** you didn't see a thing! **Cheeky grin** If you want to know what is mine, check out my profile. Adios. Enjoy. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
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Chloe rolled over in bed. She couldn't sleep. Summer in Australia was always too hot. Sweat dripped from her hairline as if she'd just ran a marathon. The eight year old sat up in bed, dragging a hand across her forehead.
"Why does it have to be so hot?" she questioned out loud. Chloe stickily pulled her legs out from under the sheets and looked around her large room. Everything was her favourite colour, purple. Purple walls sat behind a dark purple and wood desk that matched her bed and wardrobe. The wardrobe was positioned on the opposite side of the room as the desk, and her bed was back up against the wall under her window. It was always moved there in the summer, it was just too hot not too. She looked out the open window and into the backyard.
How she wished she could be swimming in her pool right now, but it was way too late.
The air had a sticky feeling to it; it seemed to cling to you. The smell of eucalyptus leaves and frangipanis, which were planted in her mother's garden, wafted threw the window and met her nose. Chloe grinned to herself, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else in the world in summer.
Chloe was Australian, or at least she thought she was. Her grandmother and mother who lived with her were both English. She couldn't imagine living in England. It was supposed to be cold all the time! The young girl liked the hot weather...but sometimes it got too hot here. Winter was just right, not hot and not cold, and they would only have about 2 weeks of pure coldness. Yet it was nothing like England, where the snow fell for weeks at a time a people walked around bundled up in heavy coats and scarves.
Chloe giggled, she wore tracky dacks and a shirt in winter. She'd never seen anyone where a scarf where she lived! Gingerly stretching a leg over her bed she got up, thinking she would get some water from the kitchen. Walking to her door, She wondered if her mother and grandmother were still up.
Placing a sweaty hand on the coolness of the doorknob, she held it there until it the coolness gradually faded away, making it body temperature.
"Bummer!" the young girl exclaimed, scrunching up her face. She turned it to the right in her hand and the door creaked open.
Slipping out of her room, she made her way to the stairs. Descending them one at a time, the satin of her boxer shorts clung to her as she walked. She made her way to the kitchen, wincing slightly as her feet touched the cool tiles. She heard the chatter of her mum and grandmother and...and...Someone else? Chloe opened her eyes in shock, someone else? She looked at the clock that hung on the wall above her in the foyer. It was 2am, who could they be talking to? The voice wasn't familiar either. It sounded...male. Chloe paused, leaning against the wall, and listened.
"She is was too young for schooling here, plus I'm not sure if I want her to become this, to cross over worlds. I feel danger for her, from her father, even if I know it's her fate"
Her grandmother in a caring, yet stern voice interrupted her mother.
"Kassy, you understand this is what she has to become. When her time comes she will be a very important part of the war in our world. I understand your concern, but we are thousands of miles away from where her father is, he could have no way from tracking her, and why would he?"
Chloe blinked and slid down the wall quietly, lost in thought. What were they talking about? Her head buzzed.
They were talking about her, but what were they discussing? Worlds? War? It didn't make sense!
"Kassandra, dear I think it would be best to..."
But they never had found out what the man had to say, because Chloe had got up, walked to the kitchen door and knocked on it. She hadn't even noticed what she was doing until after she put she hand by her side after hearing the pound on the door.
The room beyond went quiet and she heard faint whispers.
"Hello?" Chloe called. "Mum? Nan?"
"Just a minute sweetie!" Her mum called to her from the other side.
There was a faint 'pop,' as if someone had burst a considerable small ballooon and scraping of chairs over the floorboards, and her mum opened the door. Looking down at her daughter she smiled, a look of concern evident on the mother's face.
"Can't sleep?" She questioned.
"No, it's too hot. Can I please have some water?" Chloe asked, looking up into her mother's eyes.
"Of course, honey, come in." Her mother stated, holding back the door.
Chloe walked under her mum's arm easily, being short, and made her way over to the kitchen bench, leaning against it with her elbows.
Her mother looked caught between frustration and caring, her face fighting a loosing battle.
"Chloe, dear, your mother and I have something to discuss with you." Her Grandmother looked up at her.
The young girl looked confused, gratefully accepting the glass of water her mum passed her and sipped it quickly.
"Thank you,"
Sip.
"Mum."
Her mother smiled at her daughter, and Chloe put down her glass at looked at her.
"What do we need to talk about?" she asked, feeling more than a little confused.
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