Lover of the light Chapter 2

AN: Hello, readers! Here's the new chapter of "Lover of The Light". I hope you like it!

All characters and places that aren't mine belong to J.K Rowling.

I always wake up early. The sun has just risen, when I am starting my morning routine. It's not the same every morning, some days I choose to be a slob and not get out of bed before the afternoon arrives.

But today is not one of those days. I get out of bed and dressed into my exercise clothes and head outside. I drink a bottle of water and stretch my legs before I get out of the door.

I close my eyes for a moment and bask in the brisk morning air. I feel awake and fresh immediately and with a rush of energy, I start running. One, two, three, four I count in my head and soon my feet and breathing develop a rhythm. I allow myself to get lost in the thump of my feet across the ground and how every step goes through my whole body.

I run and run until my legs just cannot carry me further. I sit down on the beach and look at the horizon, wondering what wonders lie behind it. When my strength has returned, I get up and run back to the house. Going back is always easier than starting. When I run off, I can never tell how far I will run. I have no motivation ahead of, not ending point. But when I run back home, the house is always in sight and I can keep telling myself 'just a little bit more'.

I enter the door and walk straight to the kitchen where I fill a tall glass right to the brim with water. I gulp it all down and sigh as I stop feeling like I'm going to turn into a raisin. I go back up to my room to complete my morning routine with a bit of dancing and then stretching.

Surprisingly enough, even though we are not muggles, mum and I both like their technology. I think it's pretty wicked that even tough they are in a definite disadvantage because they cannot use magic, they manage to make their life more awesome with all sorts of amazing electric things. That's why we actually own a telly and I have my music box (I know it's called something else, but I can never remember it and let's face it, it is a box that plays music so it's a music box).

I use it for music when I dance. And even for that, I enjoy using muggle music. Because, lets face it, there isn't that much variety in wizard music and even if there was, I couldn't put it into my music box.

I put the disc that has songs on it into the little slit in the music box and turn the volume as low as possible before I press the play button. I close my eyes for a moment as I get lost in the music. I move to the space I have freed for my dancing so I wouldn't hit myself anywhere and just let my body do all the work for my head.

I plop down onto the floor in exhaustion when I feel like my inspiration has run out. I breathe in and start up with my stretches. I am quite bendy from five years of dancing ballet. Doing the splits hasn't even been an issue for me. I try to stretch every one of my muscles that I strained today. When I'm finally done, I just feel like jell-o, but I know that I still need to take a shower and then I can have my morning nap and wake up again when mum comes up to my room.

I turn off mu music and literally crawl to the bathroom, not because I am too tired to walk, but because dragging myself to the bathroom seems just much more fun than simply walking there. I do get up when I arrive there and take a quick shower. Then I just go back into my room wearing nothing but a towel and get back under the covers

That has been my routine for the past two years. Back in Sweden, I took ballet classes and the need to exercise stuck with me since. Even though I don't go to dance practice any-more, I haven't stopped dancing because it is one of the things that relaxes me.

I have always needed some kind of outlet, everyone does, but I couldn't possibly stay sane without it. You see, I have always been strange, even for a member of the magical community. My theory is, that I am too empathic. I can feel other peoples pain and emotions and sometimes I see strange things in my dreams. I haven't even figured out most of the things I can do. Most times it is quite annoying.

That's why I need to take my alone time. Whether it's doing sport or music. I let all the emotions that flood into me out that way.

That's one of the reasons why I'm a bit afraid to go to Hogwarts. Mum and I have always lived in places that are a little bit out of the city, so that I would not have to be in a crowded place constantly. Like this house here, we have always lived in secluded places where we don't have any neighbours or random people walking by. Mum's mind doesn't bother me much. She somehow shields her mind from my weirdo sense.

But in Hogwarts, there will be the constant buzz of people around me. It would be there when I sleep, study or eat. I would have to work really hard on keeping my sanity there.

But that would not stop me from going. I have dreamed of going to Hogwarts and learning magic my whole life. My mum has told me countless stories of how amazing Hogwarts is. Stories about her and her group of friends, whose names she doesn't mention always bring a dreamy look onto her face and make her seemingly young face seem even younger.

My relationship with mother has always been strange, but the good kind of strange. We are similar in so many ways. I have inherited my mothers blonde hair (though hers is frizzy and thin, mine is thick and quite straight) and blue eyes. Both of us are airheads and we enjoy a good laugh. From all the stories mum has told me about her school days, I have gathered that she was (and sometimes is) quite the prankster.

Mum is the person I care most about in the world. She has raised me alone and we don't have any other family members. No grandparents, aunts, uncles or...fathers. I do tell myself that I don't need a father. Mum and I just fine alone. But sometimes I can't help but wonder. Who is he? What is he like? Am I like him?

I have figured that all the things I haven't inherited from my mother are small signs of my stranger of a dad showing out. Like my height (mum is short, I'm freakishly tall for my age) and my temper. Or maybe even my little mental problem.

I push all of the slightly depressing thoughts out of my head and fall asleep.

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I wake up for the second time this morning, because I feel a presence in my doorway. I open my eyes to see mum standing there in her pyjamas, holding plate filled with pancakes in her hand.

"Morning, Ellie! Look, magic made pancakes for you. Eat up!" She leaves the pancakes onto my table and both of us laugh.

I get out of bed feeling really great. I am awesomely well rested and my mood is wonderful. I dig into the pancakes and I have devoured the stack of them in no time.

Realizing that I am still wearing my bathrobe, I go and get some casual clothes from my closet. A simple jeans and t-shirt combo. My hair is only a little damp, so I put it into a braid so it wouldn't bother me. I don't like the feeling of wet (or even damp) hair on my skin. It makes me cold.

I storm down the stairs and run into my mum who is just on the lowest step.

"I was just coming back up to tell you that we're visiting a couple of my friends today."

She says.

"I didn't know you had friends in Britain. Who are we visiting?"

She rolls her eyes "I grew up here. Why would I not have friends here. We're going to the Weasley's house. I believe they call it the Burrow." she says and I smile.

"Should we name our house too? Perhaps seaweed? Or The witch cave?" I joke at her and she lets out a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. But I think since we're both ready we could just get going now."

She turns around and I follow her to the fireplace, where a fire is already burning.

"We're flooing?" I ask just to make sure, eve thoug it's quite logical because there's a fire in the fireplace in the middle of summer.

"Yes, I thing you better go first."She takes the bowl where we keep the floo powder and holds it out to me.

"So I tell the fireplace that I want to go to The Burrow?" I ask mum as I grab a handful of the powder.

She nodds and throw it into the flames. They rise very high, turn bright green and with a small wave to mum I step right into them. I close my eyes and say as clearly as possible "The burrow."

A warmth surrounds me and I desperately clutch my hands to my sides and keep myself grounded so that I wouldn't fall out of the fireplace before the my stop. I barely have time to think that, when I already halt to a stop that indicated that I'm in the right place.

I open my eyes to see a bunch of redheads staring back at me. I haven't even come out of my shock yet, when my mother stumbles into me and both of us fall down onto the carpet that is situated in front of the fireplace. That poor carpet is definitely in the soot dangerzone.

I try to wriggle out from under mum and we both get up. I check myself for any grime and when I deem myself clean, I look up at the redheads again. There are five kids and two adults, one of whom my mother is hugging.

The other adult who is a slightly balding, but still distinguishably redheaded man walks towards me and holds out his hand with a small twinkle in his eye.

"Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley. You must be Elise." I give him a nod and he lets go of my hand.

"And this is the rest of my family. He points to the woman who is in an excited conversation with my mother "This is my wife Molly,"

he gestures to the oldest of his kids who wears an extremely pompous expression and a pair of glasses "he is Percy,"

he points to two boys who are identical and both of them wear a mischievous expressions "they are Fred and George,"

the youngest boy who is holding a rat in his hand "Ron,"

and then the youngest of them all, a girl with long red hair and a shy expression "and she is Ginny."

I wave to all of them, not really finding anything to say.

"We have two more, Bill and Charlie, but they don't live here anymore. Charlie is in Romania studying dragons and Bill is in Egypt working for Gringotts."

"Nice to meet you all." I get to say before Mrs. Weasley speaks up."Allright you lot. Gather up into he kitchen for some tea!"

AN: Like it? Hate it? Please leave some feedback. I've got no reviews yet, so it would be awesome to know if the story is bad or not so far. Come on, I wrote two thousand words for you, it can't be too hard to write a few back :) You can even point out my spelling and grammar mistakes (I know they are there even though I read through this chapter at least three times. I swear, they just hide from me). But thank you for reading and until next chapter!

Marie