Chloe Potter and the death eaters daughter
Disclaimer: Almost all things in the story belong to the talented J.K.
Rowlling who thought up Harry Potter and his world.
Summary: Sorry to all people searching for H/D fiction. It's only under this category because it's about their sisters, their lift at Hogwarts and how it feels to be the little orphan girl and blamed for crimes you didn't commit. Please read and review.
Rating: PG-13
The three-story cottage was about 100 yard (that's about 150 feet I think) from the cliff edge. It's ivy covered walls and broken down fence had seen it's better days and it's chipped door and window frames were in desperate need of a lick of paint. The cottage was however 'quaint' was the word and held residence to a wizard and two witches. A tawny owl flew over the thick forest that surrounded three sides of the cottage with only the west side of the building lay exposed to the exquisite view of the English channel with white chalk cliff coves in clear view. It was to this beautiful site that Chloe Potter awoke each morning. The young witch had been living in this quiet and friendly environment for little less than a year when her parents had gone into hiding and murdered within the same month. When news of her brother's safety had reached her light had appeared at the end of Chloe's dark and lonely tunnel. This light was soon dimmed when she had been informed of where and how he would live. With her aunt and uncle, in complete ignorance of his world and his two sisters. But while her brother still lived the light that warmed her heart would never be extinguished.
The sleeping girl's eyes fluttered open and a yawn escaped her small pink lips. She turned to face the opposite wall and look at the pictures on her bedside table. One was of her and her family. Her mother and father were sitting on the sofa (or couch, if you're American, I'm British so I use sofa) with her in-between them holding her brother on her lap with her mother's arm around her. Her sister Bethany was on her fathers left hugging him tightly and Sirius and Remus were behind the sofa with their arms around each other with sunny lying on the floor at her feet. It was a typical wizard picture so the positions and activities often changed. But at present it was as it had been the day it was taken. The people were smiling broadly. She was playing with Harry on her lap; her mother and father would often kiss or stare affectionately into each other's eyes, as would Remus and Sirius, Bethany would fiddle about with her hair and Sunny would sometimes jump up and lick her face. They were a picture perfect family, the key word there is were. They were a picture perfect family up until Sirius had stabbed them in the back. She could never hate him, she loved him and she loved him more than words could say, maybe even more than she loved her own father.
The next picture on her table was of herself, a red haired boy with bright blue eyes dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt with a light splatter of freckles funning across his nose. Next to him was Chloe who was dressed in her school uniform from St Maurine's school for the gifted which was a grey, black ands red tartan (Plad, for those who don't know what tartan is (it's the pattern of a kilt or what Scottish blokes wear) skirt, a grey blouse, a sleeveless v-neck jumper and a black blazer with the school's crest on the left Brest pocket (two crossed swards with the schools Latin motto under them which loosely translated was 'to rule well is a trait but to be loved is a gift'). And finally there was a silver-eyed girl with long flowing platinum locks that cascaded down her back like a beautiful waterfall of fine silk and ended below her waist. Her beautiful pale skin only added the superb form and colour of her pouted claret (not scarlet) lips. The only colouring to her face was the light fleck of pale pink in her cheeks. The girl was dressed in expensive robes of fine rich cranberry red with a long black velvet cloak that tumbled past her ankles. The clasp depicted her family's crest; a snake entwined around a double T'd cross (oh come on you've probably worked out who it is by now grey eyes, platinum hair). She longed to here from Divinity whom she hadn't seen since their expulsion from school for using the dark arts. They had been guilty of the crime but done all the wrong things for all the right reasons, to save Bill's life. Bill was the boy in the picture (Bill Weasley obviously) and as she lived close to Ottery St. Catchpole she visited him daily as little entertainment was offered other that watch Bethany and Remus argue about the finances. Divinity on the other hand was not so near; she lived on the great Malfoy estate in the countryside outside York where majestic creatures roamed the grounds and deadly beasts haunted the woods. Chloe assumed that these creatures were strictly sport and not pets after she's seen Divinity sporting a unicorn skin and silk three-piece suit with matching boots. Apparently the manor had at least two hundred rooms, which seemed a disgusting waste of space to Chloe when only six people lived there excluding the 50 something servants. Bills house however wasn't nearly as large even though Bill had more family. His house made Chloe feel safe and warm. Mrs Weasley was always fussing over her and being friendly. Mr Weasley was a very nice bloke who was absolutely fascinated with muggles and all things to do with them. Bill's six brothers and sister were all very bright a lively. Charlie was a year younger than Bill and herself and was a great deal shorter than Bill, herself and even Divinity but the three of them were exceptionally tall children and could pass as thirteen year olds. He was a great lover of animals and an even bigger lover of Qudditch. Next was Percy who was a bit shorter than Charlie despite the age difference. He was a quiet and shy boy who kept to himself and tended to read alone, no like the twins at all. The twins were troublesome, loud and utterly lovely. With bright eyes and a taxing nature Fred and George were bound to get into more trouble in their first week of school than Chloe would get into in a month, she was still her fathers daughter after all. Then there was Ron. What could be said about Ron, he was a nice boy but unlike his Brothers he didn't express any particular interests, oh well he was only two. And lastly there was Ginny, the youngest and only girl of the family. She was barley a year old and had bottomless cow eyes (ever looked at a cow's eyes?). They were deep caverns of chocolate that sparkled when she was happy and screwed up into nothingness when she was sad.
"Chloe, Breakfast" Bethany Potter shouted up the stairs to her younger sister. When describing Bethany Potter the term sixteen going on thirty came to mind. She had become more of a mother to her younger sister than a sibling. Bethany (like Harry) resembled her father greatly but had the same perfect green eyes as her mother did. Chloe descended on the stairs in her pyjamas and dashed over to the kitchen table. "Morning" she greeted. Chloe was different from Bethany; she possessed her mother's dark red hair and green eyes. But traces of James Potter could definitely be seen within her. That cheeky grin and that same mischievous glint in her eye most definitely came from her father.
The tawny owl that had been travelling over the thick woodland swooped in through the open kitchen window and dropped the letter it had been carrying onto the draining board next to the sink. "What's that?" Chloe asked while shovelling a pile of bacon and eggs into her mouth.
"I don't know?" Bethany replied. She picked up the letter with the very familiar seal on it. A very familiar seal depicting a lion, a badger, an eagle and a serpent. A board smile spared across Bethany's lips. "Chloe did I ever mention how much you'd absolutely love to go to Hogwarts?"
"Only about a hundred times a day. Why?"
At that moment Remus Lupin, Chloe and Bethany's legal guardian, entered the kitchen, "Morning girls" he greeted. "So, doing anything interesting today?"
"Well I thought that maybe we could go and get Mien and Chloe's supply's for Hogwarts today".
Chloe's head snapped up at this and she started to chock on her breakfast "What?!"
"Guess who the letter's from Chloe"
"You've got to be joking" Chloe said with a big excited smile lighting up her face.
"Afraid not"
* The eastern sun rose high above the horizon that morning and its golden rays swept the magnificent scenery that surrounded Malfoy manor and Divinity Malfoy just thanked god that her bedroom face the west side of the land where she had a perfect view of the woods and all beyond that. On this day however, Divinity didn't have the privilege of a lie in. The creature that was approximately a foot and a half quietly stepped into the girl's chamber and approached the four-poster. The room was fit for a gothic princess, as Lucius often referred to her as his. The walls were completely black wood panelling with a high ceiling from which a fine crystal chandler hung surrounded by painted silver snakes on a black background. The carpet (surprise surprise) was black with a Persian rug near to a mighty oak fireplace and a leather chair. In front of the gigantic glass window that covered an entire wall stood a mahogany desk and high backed chair. The bed it's self was located on the south wall of the room, had black silk hangings, black silk sheets and a black fur throw across it.
The tiny creature approached the sleeping girl and couldn't help thinking that he might like to keep her like this, as none of Divinity Malfoy's awake moods were never very good ones, especially for him. "Miss Divinity" he said shaking her gently, 'why couldn't the butler do this' Dobby thought 'she wont try and kick him into the fire later for waking her so early'. "Miss Divinity" he tried again, saying it a bit louder and shaking her a bit harder. A pair of silver eyes flickered open and then blinked a few times,
"Oh what do you want!" she spat ant the frightened creature". "Dobby is very sorry to wake Miss Divinity so very early but master requests you in his study in half an hour"
"Whatever, now leave" she groaned shooing the pinkie-grey creature away.
"So Dobby shall not be being punished for waking Miss Divinity so early in the morning"
"Oh I didn't say that now did I Dobby?"
"No miss" said the house-elf as he left the room. Divinity giggled at this, she had absolutely no intention of punishing the elf when her father had sent for her.
Summary: Sorry to all people searching for H/D fiction. It's only under this category because it's about their sisters, their lift at Hogwarts and how it feels to be the little orphan girl and blamed for crimes you didn't commit. Please read and review.
Rating: PG-13
The three-story cottage was about 100 yard (that's about 150 feet I think) from the cliff edge. It's ivy covered walls and broken down fence had seen it's better days and it's chipped door and window frames were in desperate need of a lick of paint. The cottage was however 'quaint' was the word and held residence to a wizard and two witches. A tawny owl flew over the thick forest that surrounded three sides of the cottage with only the west side of the building lay exposed to the exquisite view of the English channel with white chalk cliff coves in clear view. It was to this beautiful site that Chloe Potter awoke each morning. The young witch had been living in this quiet and friendly environment for little less than a year when her parents had gone into hiding and murdered within the same month. When news of her brother's safety had reached her light had appeared at the end of Chloe's dark and lonely tunnel. This light was soon dimmed when she had been informed of where and how he would live. With her aunt and uncle, in complete ignorance of his world and his two sisters. But while her brother still lived the light that warmed her heart would never be extinguished.
The sleeping girl's eyes fluttered open and a yawn escaped her small pink lips. She turned to face the opposite wall and look at the pictures on her bedside table. One was of her and her family. Her mother and father were sitting on the sofa (or couch, if you're American, I'm British so I use sofa) with her in-between them holding her brother on her lap with her mother's arm around her. Her sister Bethany was on her fathers left hugging him tightly and Sirius and Remus were behind the sofa with their arms around each other with sunny lying on the floor at her feet. It was a typical wizard picture so the positions and activities often changed. But at present it was as it had been the day it was taken. The people were smiling broadly. She was playing with Harry on her lap; her mother and father would often kiss or stare affectionately into each other's eyes, as would Remus and Sirius, Bethany would fiddle about with her hair and Sunny would sometimes jump up and lick her face. They were a picture perfect family, the key word there is were. They were a picture perfect family up until Sirius had stabbed them in the back. She could never hate him, she loved him and she loved him more than words could say, maybe even more than she loved her own father.
The next picture on her table was of herself, a red haired boy with bright blue eyes dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt with a light splatter of freckles funning across his nose. Next to him was Chloe who was dressed in her school uniform from St Maurine's school for the gifted which was a grey, black ands red tartan (Plad, for those who don't know what tartan is (it's the pattern of a kilt or what Scottish blokes wear) skirt, a grey blouse, a sleeveless v-neck jumper and a black blazer with the school's crest on the left Brest pocket (two crossed swards with the schools Latin motto under them which loosely translated was 'to rule well is a trait but to be loved is a gift'). And finally there was a silver-eyed girl with long flowing platinum locks that cascaded down her back like a beautiful waterfall of fine silk and ended below her waist. Her beautiful pale skin only added the superb form and colour of her pouted claret (not scarlet) lips. The only colouring to her face was the light fleck of pale pink in her cheeks. The girl was dressed in expensive robes of fine rich cranberry red with a long black velvet cloak that tumbled past her ankles. The clasp depicted her family's crest; a snake entwined around a double T'd cross (oh come on you've probably worked out who it is by now grey eyes, platinum hair). She longed to here from Divinity whom she hadn't seen since their expulsion from school for using the dark arts. They had been guilty of the crime but done all the wrong things for all the right reasons, to save Bill's life. Bill was the boy in the picture (Bill Weasley obviously) and as she lived close to Ottery St. Catchpole she visited him daily as little entertainment was offered other that watch Bethany and Remus argue about the finances. Divinity on the other hand was not so near; she lived on the great Malfoy estate in the countryside outside York where majestic creatures roamed the grounds and deadly beasts haunted the woods. Chloe assumed that these creatures were strictly sport and not pets after she's seen Divinity sporting a unicorn skin and silk three-piece suit with matching boots. Apparently the manor had at least two hundred rooms, which seemed a disgusting waste of space to Chloe when only six people lived there excluding the 50 something servants. Bills house however wasn't nearly as large even though Bill had more family. His house made Chloe feel safe and warm. Mrs Weasley was always fussing over her and being friendly. Mr Weasley was a very nice bloke who was absolutely fascinated with muggles and all things to do with them. Bill's six brothers and sister were all very bright a lively. Charlie was a year younger than Bill and herself and was a great deal shorter than Bill, herself and even Divinity but the three of them were exceptionally tall children and could pass as thirteen year olds. He was a great lover of animals and an even bigger lover of Qudditch. Next was Percy who was a bit shorter than Charlie despite the age difference. He was a quiet and shy boy who kept to himself and tended to read alone, no like the twins at all. The twins were troublesome, loud and utterly lovely. With bright eyes and a taxing nature Fred and George were bound to get into more trouble in their first week of school than Chloe would get into in a month, she was still her fathers daughter after all. Then there was Ron. What could be said about Ron, he was a nice boy but unlike his Brothers he didn't express any particular interests, oh well he was only two. And lastly there was Ginny, the youngest and only girl of the family. She was barley a year old and had bottomless cow eyes (ever looked at a cow's eyes?). They were deep caverns of chocolate that sparkled when she was happy and screwed up into nothingness when she was sad.
"Chloe, Breakfast" Bethany Potter shouted up the stairs to her younger sister. When describing Bethany Potter the term sixteen going on thirty came to mind. She had become more of a mother to her younger sister than a sibling. Bethany (like Harry) resembled her father greatly but had the same perfect green eyes as her mother did. Chloe descended on the stairs in her pyjamas and dashed over to the kitchen table. "Morning" she greeted. Chloe was different from Bethany; she possessed her mother's dark red hair and green eyes. But traces of James Potter could definitely be seen within her. That cheeky grin and that same mischievous glint in her eye most definitely came from her father.
The tawny owl that had been travelling over the thick woodland swooped in through the open kitchen window and dropped the letter it had been carrying onto the draining board next to the sink. "What's that?" Chloe asked while shovelling a pile of bacon and eggs into her mouth.
"I don't know?" Bethany replied. She picked up the letter with the very familiar seal on it. A very familiar seal depicting a lion, a badger, an eagle and a serpent. A board smile spared across Bethany's lips. "Chloe did I ever mention how much you'd absolutely love to go to Hogwarts?"
"Only about a hundred times a day. Why?"
At that moment Remus Lupin, Chloe and Bethany's legal guardian, entered the kitchen, "Morning girls" he greeted. "So, doing anything interesting today?"
"Well I thought that maybe we could go and get Mien and Chloe's supply's for Hogwarts today".
Chloe's head snapped up at this and she started to chock on her breakfast "What?!"
"Guess who the letter's from Chloe"
"You've got to be joking" Chloe said with a big excited smile lighting up her face.
"Afraid not"
* The eastern sun rose high above the horizon that morning and its golden rays swept the magnificent scenery that surrounded Malfoy manor and Divinity Malfoy just thanked god that her bedroom face the west side of the land where she had a perfect view of the woods and all beyond that. On this day however, Divinity didn't have the privilege of a lie in. The creature that was approximately a foot and a half quietly stepped into the girl's chamber and approached the four-poster. The room was fit for a gothic princess, as Lucius often referred to her as his. The walls were completely black wood panelling with a high ceiling from which a fine crystal chandler hung surrounded by painted silver snakes on a black background. The carpet (surprise surprise) was black with a Persian rug near to a mighty oak fireplace and a leather chair. In front of the gigantic glass window that covered an entire wall stood a mahogany desk and high backed chair. The bed it's self was located on the south wall of the room, had black silk hangings, black silk sheets and a black fur throw across it.
The tiny creature approached the sleeping girl and couldn't help thinking that he might like to keep her like this, as none of Divinity Malfoy's awake moods were never very good ones, especially for him. "Miss Divinity" he said shaking her gently, 'why couldn't the butler do this' Dobby thought 'she wont try and kick him into the fire later for waking her so early'. "Miss Divinity" he tried again, saying it a bit louder and shaking her a bit harder. A pair of silver eyes flickered open and then blinked a few times,
"Oh what do you want!" she spat ant the frightened creature". "Dobby is very sorry to wake Miss Divinity so very early but master requests you in his study in half an hour"
"Whatever, now leave" she groaned shooing the pinkie-grey creature away.
"So Dobby shall not be being punished for waking Miss Divinity so early in the morning"
"Oh I didn't say that now did I Dobby?"
"No miss" said the house-elf as he left the room. Divinity giggled at this, she had absolutely no intention of punishing the elf when her father had sent for her.