I just want everyone to know, all my ideas are completely and twisted to
make me smile. They may not fit JK's world of Harry Potter but they fit the
one that I like! LOL! So anything that doesn't quiet seem right to you is
because, most likely, it isn't right, but inside my head it is. And the
ones that seem familiar are because I don't own them...the wonderful JK
Rowling does, and I want to thank her for creating this awesome world for
me to play around in!
For the reader to know:
Chanse's name is pronounced Chance. For the people who would like to see what Chanse looks like...Chanse has emerald green eyes, and short brown hair, with some blonde highlights in it. She's fairly tall, I would say about 5'4.
Geno, Chanse's owl, is pronounced Jen-o.
On with the story...enjoy...
Oh P.S. - I REALLY suck at English, so I know there's a BUNCH of errors in this story...please excuse them! Also my Word program seems not to correct everything that it should correct! *Grrr* So there's a lot of errors that should be corrected but they're not...like: 'rapped' should be 'wrapped', and my Word program doesn't correct the right tenses! So sometimes one sentence will be in past tense but the next sentence will be in present...EXCUSE IT ALL PLEASE! I'm so sorry! *Beginner writer*
Ok...NOW on with the story...enjoy...
Chapter 1: The Accident
Chanse woke up one morning and got into the shower, and then she went to boring old school. Where at the end of the day she found out that there was going to be a Talent Show next week, and all talents were allowed. Quickly Chanse signed up, and then ran went home, to practice for the show.
Chanse decided that she was going to sing and dance, because she knew she had a beautiful singing voice. So she started to sing, to her music, and dance around in her room. She practicing moves she could do for the up coming talent show.
Chanse took a break from dancing, and decided she should work on the song she wanted to sing. So she wrote down some tunes, and words that she could sing. She sat there for about twenty minutes thinking. Once she had decided on the song, that she wanted to sing, she thought she should work on her moves to go with the song.
She started to sing and dance, and perfected her routine. Then she decided she should go over it one more time and acted like it was the real deal. "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you very much I would like to show you.....No, I wouldn't say that. That doesn't even sound like me...Hey, it's me Chanse...No."
Chanse fell onto her bed and thought how she would introduce herself. Chanse sighed, and right as she did that, her cat, Nova, jumped up on the bed and walked over to Chanse, and climbed onto her stomach and closed her eyes and began to purr. "What am I suppose to do, Nova?" Nova looked up at Chanse, and then went back to bed, "A lot of help you are." Chanse thought about it and then she picked Nova up and set her on the ground and lay back down. She closed her eyes and listened to Jubilee, Roxy, and Logan singing. "I've got it..."She jumped off her bed ".......It may be simple but it'll do. Here's we go..."Chanse cleared her throat. "I'm going sing and dance to one of my own songs called, I'm Not The Same, thank you."
Chanse turned on her music and started to sing and dance. She was doing so well and singing probably the best she's ever sang. But then she got a weird feeling in her stomach, but she ignored it and kept going. Chanse throw her arms forward and kicked her right leg forward too, and something terrible happened...
*BOOM! *
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"CHANSE!" Chanse's mother screamed and sprinted up the stairs, and when she got up to the top of the stairs she saw wood all over the place. She ran down the hall into Chanse's room where Chanse was curled up in the corner of her room crying. "What the happened?" Her mom ran over to Chanse, "Are you ok honey?" Heather fell down on the ground and held Chanse. "What happened?" her mother asked again, but Chanse couldn't speak. Heather nodded and pulled Chanse closer to her, and rocked her back and forth.
About an hour later Chanse's father came home, "I'm home."
"We're up here, Tom." Heather said in a small, scared voice. Tom ran up the stairs and looked down the hall and saw wood piece in the walls and all over the floor, down by Chanse's bedroom. He spirited down the hallway and stood in the doorway and saw his wife holding his daughter in her arms on the floor. "What the hell.what happened?" He ran over and knelt down on the ground next to his wife, "Is she.ok?" Heather nodded yes. Chanse looked up into her daddy's eyes, and her eyes were full of tears. "Honey?"
"Uh huh?"
"What happened, here?"
"I dunno I was practicing, my singing and dancing for the talent show and then the door exploded!" Tom and Heather looked at each other and Heather let go of Chanse slowly and walked over to her bed and sat down and didn't say anything, she just sat there and looked at her lap. Chanse got up and walked over to her mother who was now petting Vega, but was still looking at her lap. "Mom are you, ok?" Her mom didn't respond. Tom got up and walked over to Chanse and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Honey, show us exactly what you did." Tom walked outside the door and set up a piece of broken wood in the doorway. He walked around the wood and sat down next to his wife. "Go on honey, show us."
"No I don't want to." Chanse broke down crying and looked at her mother. "Mom.Do I have to?" Heather looked up at her daughter who was full of fear. Heather looked back down at her lap and shook her head yes, and then a tear dropped from her eyes. Chanse cried a couple more tears then wiped them clean and started to do her dance.
Tom and Heather watched their daughter's every move. It came to the part where Chanse blew away the door last time and Chanse stopped. "Honey is that it?" Her father asked.
"Yes." Chanse looked down on the grown, "No." Chanse's mom got up and walked over to her daughter and rapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear.
"I know you don't want to do this but you need to do this cause your father and I need to know. But no matter what happens we will always love you." Chanse looked up into her mother's crystal blue eyes, and nodded yes. She started her dance over again and danced and sang like she did before and then when the part came, she stopped for a few seconds and took a deep breathe and throw her arms forward and kicked her right leg forward.
*BOOM! *
The piece a wood went flying into the wall on the other end of the hallway. Heather sat down on the bed very slowly and began to cry in her hands. Chanse began to cry too, and walked over to her mom and got down on her knees. "Mommy you said you would love me no matter what, do you still love me?" Heather stopped crying and looked down at Chanse and got down on the ground and grabbed her daughter and just held her and cried.
"I'll never stop loving, I just can't stop covering up what you are, no matter how hard my step-sister wanted me to, I can't anymore." Tom got down on the ground next to his wife and held his daughter and wife.
"What are you talking about mom, covering up what I am?" Tom helped Heather up and then helped Chanse up.
"Sit down honey." Chanse's father said. Chanse sat down on her bed, and looked up at her parents with curious eyes. "Heather I think since she's your step-sister you should start." Heather nodded and sat down next to Chanse.
Heather took Chanse's hands in hers and began, "Honey."
"Yeah, mom." Chanse said, looking even more confused.
"Well." Heather looked down at her hands, and cried a little onto Chanse and her hands. "I don't know where to begin. But I'll start with my parents.my mother and father were.muggles."
"Muggles?"
"I mean they were regular humans..."
"But mom we're all regular humans... Aren't we?"
"Honey, please just try to understand. You'll understand it all in the end I promise." Chanse nodded her head, and her mother continued, "My parents got divorced when I was twelve, and then my father remarried, a witch," Chanse looked at her mom like she was crazy, Heather smiled a little, "she had a daughter who was a pure-blood witch, named, Hailey.
A pureblood witch is where a witch's mother and father are a witch and wizard. Well, as we got older I became very close with my stepsister. My stepsister, at twenty, married a very powerful wizard, James Potter, a good wizard at that. Well, that's how I was fully introduced into the world of magic. My sister and her husband had a baby girl." Chanse eyes began to tear up, and her lip began to treble.
"...Me?" Heather looked at her mom.
"Yes, honey." Heather smiled, a weak smile cause she knew she had hurt her daughter for not ever telling her about this other life of hers, till now.
"But, why..."
"Let me finish the story, it will help you better understand everything. So they had a baby, you, and for a celebration of your birth they bought you an owl, Geno." Geno squawked from the cage, and Chanse got up and let him out, and he perched himself on her shoulder.
" My sister was always very careful about using her magic in public, but one time a bunch of people saw her use it and followed her back to her car and beat her. She tried to escape but she couldn't concentrate...so she didn't.
She was so afraid of the people following her home, that she sent an owl message to us saying for us to take you, and to raise you as a Muggle." Chanse looked down at her hands, and then looked back at her mom, "Because she didn't want you to suffer what she was going to suffer.
The next day on the news it showed a group of people around a huge fire, cheering and yelling. Then the newscaster reported that reckless people had burned a woman at the stake, which was identified later as your mother. Your father said, as his dead wives wish you were to be raised as a Muggle, and your father couldn't deny that he was a wizard, so he told us to never let you find him.
Well, a year later your father remarried a Muggle-born witch named, Lily. Your father and Lily had a baby boy." Chanse eyes became very large and began to tear up
"I have a brother?" Chanse laughed, and Heather smiled.
"Well, yes, a half-brother." Chanse's tears began to overfill her eyes, and roll down her face. "His name is..."
"No Heather, we can't tell her his name. You know we can't!" Chanse looked over at her father with tears rolling down her face.
"To hell with what my sister said, Tom. This poor child has been put through so much shit already, I'm telling her, damnit! Your brother's name is Harry James Potter."
"So my real name is..."
"Foxlin Chanse Potter...Yes...
Well an evil wizard named, Lord Voldemort, was after your father, Harry, and Lily. Voldemort found your father, and Lily, and tried to kill your brother, but your father and Lily sacrificed themselves to save Harry. But in sacrificing themselves it only weakened Voldemort.
No one knows how, but somehow Harry survived, but in surviving he was left with a scare on his forehead in the shape of a lighting bolt." Heather squeezed Chanse's hands tighter, "You two are never to meet because if you were you two would become very close."
"So what, he's my brother. I want to be close to him!" Chanse yelled, "I have that right to want to be close to my brother, don't I?"
"No, because in the end one of you will lose the other one. And Voldemort will probably use you to get Harry, and we don't want that. Because if Voldemort cast a spell on you to make you evil you can turn Harry evil too! No one can stop Voldemort except for Harry, and Professor Dumbledore..."
"Professor Dumbledore, is he a really person? Who is he? He sounds so familiar."
"He's the head professor at Hogwarts. Which before you ask what's Hogwarts, Hogwarts is a school where young wizards and witches go to learn to use their powers. You should have gotten your letters to leave for Hogwarts when you were eleven but Dumbledore thought it would be safer to keep you from getting the letters.
Over time your powers have become more and more powerful and the only reason why Dumbledore won't hide your letters anymore, is because you have to learn to use your powers. And..." Heather looked down at her hands then at Tom. Tom nodded his head to tell her go ahead, and then Heather looked into Chanse's emerald green eyes.
"Yeah mom?"
"That's where you'll be going to school next year."
"But I don't want to." Chanse stood up and looked at her mom with anger, and all her mom could do was look away from her daughter. Tom stepped forward next to Chanse and sat her back down, and knelt down by her.
"Honey, don't you want to learn to control your powers?"
"Well, yeah, but if that means leaving here then, no."
"What happens if you hurt someone on accident? What will you do then?"
"Well...I don't know. Where do I go for Hogwarts?" Chanse said.
"England...We leave tomorrow."
"But... I need to pack."
"Not much sweetheart, just something nice to dress in, something to work out in, and something casual to dress in. Everything else you'll need we'll get in England. Honey, you're not going to Hogwarts right away."
"Well, where the hell am I going then?"
"We're going to send you to live with a man named, Hagrid." Chanse jaw dropped and before she could say anything her mom said, "He's going to teach you all you'll need to know, for Hogwarts. Because, honey, you should start in the first or second year class, but you're so advanced that Professor Dumbledore wants to put you in sixth year."
"But if I'm so advanced then how come I'm just finding out about my powers now?"
"Well... You know how your father and I would leave to go England every year?" Chanse nodded, "Then lately we started to go multiple times a year?"
"Yeah."
"We were going to Hogwarts, to see Dumbledore, and kept getting him to renew a spell on you." Chanse looked worried at her father, "To shun your powers." Chanse sighed with relief.
"He told us; every time we went to him that the spell wouldn't work forever. I guess he was right, because finally stopped working." Chanse looked down at her bed sheet and thought about everything she just heard. "So do you have any questions?" Chanse thought again and started to ask questions about her parents, Hogwarts, Harry, and this Hagrid fellow.
By the time she was done asking her questions it was two o'clock in the morning. Her mom tucked Chanse into bed and kissed her goodnight. "Good night honey. Ready for your training?" Chanse nodded, "When you go to platform nine and three quarters" Chanse looked at her mom puzzled, "Yes nine and three quarters. Hagrid will be waiting for you, and you're to tell him what level of training you want, ok?"
"Ok, good night mom." Chanse kissed her mom, and turned over and tried to fall asleep.
For the reader to know:
Chanse's name is pronounced Chance. For the people who would like to see what Chanse looks like...Chanse has emerald green eyes, and short brown hair, with some blonde highlights in it. She's fairly tall, I would say about 5'4.
Geno, Chanse's owl, is pronounced Jen-o.
On with the story...enjoy...
Oh P.S. - I REALLY suck at English, so I know there's a BUNCH of errors in this story...please excuse them! Also my Word program seems not to correct everything that it should correct! *Grrr* So there's a lot of errors that should be corrected but they're not...like: 'rapped' should be 'wrapped', and my Word program doesn't correct the right tenses! So sometimes one sentence will be in past tense but the next sentence will be in present...EXCUSE IT ALL PLEASE! I'm so sorry! *Beginner writer*
Ok...NOW on with the story...enjoy...
Chapter 1: The Accident
Chanse woke up one morning and got into the shower, and then she went to boring old school. Where at the end of the day she found out that there was going to be a Talent Show next week, and all talents were allowed. Quickly Chanse signed up, and then ran went home, to practice for the show.
Chanse decided that she was going to sing and dance, because she knew she had a beautiful singing voice. So she started to sing, to her music, and dance around in her room. She practicing moves she could do for the up coming talent show.
Chanse took a break from dancing, and decided she should work on the song she wanted to sing. So she wrote down some tunes, and words that she could sing. She sat there for about twenty minutes thinking. Once she had decided on the song, that she wanted to sing, she thought she should work on her moves to go with the song.
She started to sing and dance, and perfected her routine. Then she decided she should go over it one more time and acted like it was the real deal. "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you very much I would like to show you.....No, I wouldn't say that. That doesn't even sound like me...Hey, it's me Chanse...No."
Chanse fell onto her bed and thought how she would introduce herself. Chanse sighed, and right as she did that, her cat, Nova, jumped up on the bed and walked over to Chanse, and climbed onto her stomach and closed her eyes and began to purr. "What am I suppose to do, Nova?" Nova looked up at Chanse, and then went back to bed, "A lot of help you are." Chanse thought about it and then she picked Nova up and set her on the ground and lay back down. She closed her eyes and listened to Jubilee, Roxy, and Logan singing. "I've got it..."She jumped off her bed ".......It may be simple but it'll do. Here's we go..."Chanse cleared her throat. "I'm going sing and dance to one of my own songs called, I'm Not The Same, thank you."
Chanse turned on her music and started to sing and dance. She was doing so well and singing probably the best she's ever sang. But then she got a weird feeling in her stomach, but she ignored it and kept going. Chanse throw her arms forward and kicked her right leg forward too, and something terrible happened...
*BOOM! *
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"CHANSE!" Chanse's mother screamed and sprinted up the stairs, and when she got up to the top of the stairs she saw wood all over the place. She ran down the hall into Chanse's room where Chanse was curled up in the corner of her room crying. "What the happened?" Her mom ran over to Chanse, "Are you ok honey?" Heather fell down on the ground and held Chanse. "What happened?" her mother asked again, but Chanse couldn't speak. Heather nodded and pulled Chanse closer to her, and rocked her back and forth.
About an hour later Chanse's father came home, "I'm home."
"We're up here, Tom." Heather said in a small, scared voice. Tom ran up the stairs and looked down the hall and saw wood piece in the walls and all over the floor, down by Chanse's bedroom. He spirited down the hallway and stood in the doorway and saw his wife holding his daughter in her arms on the floor. "What the hell.what happened?" He ran over and knelt down on the ground next to his wife, "Is she.ok?" Heather nodded yes. Chanse looked up into her daddy's eyes, and her eyes were full of tears. "Honey?"
"Uh huh?"
"What happened, here?"
"I dunno I was practicing, my singing and dancing for the talent show and then the door exploded!" Tom and Heather looked at each other and Heather let go of Chanse slowly and walked over to her bed and sat down and didn't say anything, she just sat there and looked at her lap. Chanse got up and walked over to her mother who was now petting Vega, but was still looking at her lap. "Mom are you, ok?" Her mom didn't respond. Tom got up and walked over to Chanse and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Honey, show us exactly what you did." Tom walked outside the door and set up a piece of broken wood in the doorway. He walked around the wood and sat down next to his wife. "Go on honey, show us."
"No I don't want to." Chanse broke down crying and looked at her mother. "Mom.Do I have to?" Heather looked up at her daughter who was full of fear. Heather looked back down at her lap and shook her head yes, and then a tear dropped from her eyes. Chanse cried a couple more tears then wiped them clean and started to do her dance.
Tom and Heather watched their daughter's every move. It came to the part where Chanse blew away the door last time and Chanse stopped. "Honey is that it?" Her father asked.
"Yes." Chanse looked down on the grown, "No." Chanse's mom got up and walked over to her daughter and rapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear.
"I know you don't want to do this but you need to do this cause your father and I need to know. But no matter what happens we will always love you." Chanse looked up into her mother's crystal blue eyes, and nodded yes. She started her dance over again and danced and sang like she did before and then when the part came, she stopped for a few seconds and took a deep breathe and throw her arms forward and kicked her right leg forward.
*BOOM! *
The piece a wood went flying into the wall on the other end of the hallway. Heather sat down on the bed very slowly and began to cry in her hands. Chanse began to cry too, and walked over to her mom and got down on her knees. "Mommy you said you would love me no matter what, do you still love me?" Heather stopped crying and looked down at Chanse and got down on the ground and grabbed her daughter and just held her and cried.
"I'll never stop loving, I just can't stop covering up what you are, no matter how hard my step-sister wanted me to, I can't anymore." Tom got down on the ground next to his wife and held his daughter and wife.
"What are you talking about mom, covering up what I am?" Tom helped Heather up and then helped Chanse up.
"Sit down honey." Chanse's father said. Chanse sat down on her bed, and looked up at her parents with curious eyes. "Heather I think since she's your step-sister you should start." Heather nodded and sat down next to Chanse.
Heather took Chanse's hands in hers and began, "Honey."
"Yeah, mom." Chanse said, looking even more confused.
"Well." Heather looked down at her hands, and cried a little onto Chanse and her hands. "I don't know where to begin. But I'll start with my parents.my mother and father were.muggles."
"Muggles?"
"I mean they were regular humans..."
"But mom we're all regular humans... Aren't we?"
"Honey, please just try to understand. You'll understand it all in the end I promise." Chanse nodded her head, and her mother continued, "My parents got divorced when I was twelve, and then my father remarried, a witch," Chanse looked at her mom like she was crazy, Heather smiled a little, "she had a daughter who was a pure-blood witch, named, Hailey.
A pureblood witch is where a witch's mother and father are a witch and wizard. Well, as we got older I became very close with my stepsister. My stepsister, at twenty, married a very powerful wizard, James Potter, a good wizard at that. Well, that's how I was fully introduced into the world of magic. My sister and her husband had a baby girl." Chanse eyes began to tear up, and her lip began to treble.
"...Me?" Heather looked at her mom.
"Yes, honey." Heather smiled, a weak smile cause she knew she had hurt her daughter for not ever telling her about this other life of hers, till now.
"But, why..."
"Let me finish the story, it will help you better understand everything. So they had a baby, you, and for a celebration of your birth they bought you an owl, Geno." Geno squawked from the cage, and Chanse got up and let him out, and he perched himself on her shoulder.
" My sister was always very careful about using her magic in public, but one time a bunch of people saw her use it and followed her back to her car and beat her. She tried to escape but she couldn't concentrate...so she didn't.
She was so afraid of the people following her home, that she sent an owl message to us saying for us to take you, and to raise you as a Muggle." Chanse looked down at her hands, and then looked back at her mom, "Because she didn't want you to suffer what she was going to suffer.
The next day on the news it showed a group of people around a huge fire, cheering and yelling. Then the newscaster reported that reckless people had burned a woman at the stake, which was identified later as your mother. Your father said, as his dead wives wish you were to be raised as a Muggle, and your father couldn't deny that he was a wizard, so he told us to never let you find him.
Well, a year later your father remarried a Muggle-born witch named, Lily. Your father and Lily had a baby boy." Chanse eyes became very large and began to tear up
"I have a brother?" Chanse laughed, and Heather smiled.
"Well, yes, a half-brother." Chanse's tears began to overfill her eyes, and roll down her face. "His name is..."
"No Heather, we can't tell her his name. You know we can't!" Chanse looked over at her father with tears rolling down her face.
"To hell with what my sister said, Tom. This poor child has been put through so much shit already, I'm telling her, damnit! Your brother's name is Harry James Potter."
"So my real name is..."
"Foxlin Chanse Potter...Yes...
Well an evil wizard named, Lord Voldemort, was after your father, Harry, and Lily. Voldemort found your father, and Lily, and tried to kill your brother, but your father and Lily sacrificed themselves to save Harry. But in sacrificing themselves it only weakened Voldemort.
No one knows how, but somehow Harry survived, but in surviving he was left with a scare on his forehead in the shape of a lighting bolt." Heather squeezed Chanse's hands tighter, "You two are never to meet because if you were you two would become very close."
"So what, he's my brother. I want to be close to him!" Chanse yelled, "I have that right to want to be close to my brother, don't I?"
"No, because in the end one of you will lose the other one. And Voldemort will probably use you to get Harry, and we don't want that. Because if Voldemort cast a spell on you to make you evil you can turn Harry evil too! No one can stop Voldemort except for Harry, and Professor Dumbledore..."
"Professor Dumbledore, is he a really person? Who is he? He sounds so familiar."
"He's the head professor at Hogwarts. Which before you ask what's Hogwarts, Hogwarts is a school where young wizards and witches go to learn to use their powers. You should have gotten your letters to leave for Hogwarts when you were eleven but Dumbledore thought it would be safer to keep you from getting the letters.
Over time your powers have become more and more powerful and the only reason why Dumbledore won't hide your letters anymore, is because you have to learn to use your powers. And..." Heather looked down at her hands then at Tom. Tom nodded his head to tell her go ahead, and then Heather looked into Chanse's emerald green eyes.
"Yeah mom?"
"That's where you'll be going to school next year."
"But I don't want to." Chanse stood up and looked at her mom with anger, and all her mom could do was look away from her daughter. Tom stepped forward next to Chanse and sat her back down, and knelt down by her.
"Honey, don't you want to learn to control your powers?"
"Well, yeah, but if that means leaving here then, no."
"What happens if you hurt someone on accident? What will you do then?"
"Well...I don't know. Where do I go for Hogwarts?" Chanse said.
"England...We leave tomorrow."
"But... I need to pack."
"Not much sweetheart, just something nice to dress in, something to work out in, and something casual to dress in. Everything else you'll need we'll get in England. Honey, you're not going to Hogwarts right away."
"Well, where the hell am I going then?"
"We're going to send you to live with a man named, Hagrid." Chanse jaw dropped and before she could say anything her mom said, "He's going to teach you all you'll need to know, for Hogwarts. Because, honey, you should start in the first or second year class, but you're so advanced that Professor Dumbledore wants to put you in sixth year."
"But if I'm so advanced then how come I'm just finding out about my powers now?"
"Well... You know how your father and I would leave to go England every year?" Chanse nodded, "Then lately we started to go multiple times a year?"
"Yeah."
"We were going to Hogwarts, to see Dumbledore, and kept getting him to renew a spell on you." Chanse looked worried at her father, "To shun your powers." Chanse sighed with relief.
"He told us; every time we went to him that the spell wouldn't work forever. I guess he was right, because finally stopped working." Chanse looked down at her bed sheet and thought about everything she just heard. "So do you have any questions?" Chanse thought again and started to ask questions about her parents, Hogwarts, Harry, and this Hagrid fellow.
By the time she was done asking her questions it was two o'clock in the morning. Her mom tucked Chanse into bed and kissed her goodnight. "Good night honey. Ready for your training?" Chanse nodded, "When you go to platform nine and three quarters" Chanse looked at her mom puzzled, "Yes nine and three quarters. Hagrid will be waiting for you, and you're to tell him what level of training you want, ok?"
"Ok, good night mom." Chanse kissed her mom, and turned over and tried to fall asleep.