Authors note: I DO NOT own most of the characters in this story - unfortunately the astounding JK Rowling has thorough control of them. The things I do own are the characters (Cassie, Libby, Ionie, Kaden, Maeve, Shaylen, Brandon, Chas and Professor Obine, ok…practically most of the characters in my story then!) and also the plot.
Whoo hoo, my third chapter up and running…please R/R!
Chapter 3 - Muggle Born?
'No…No…I'm…'
'Are you ok?' Cassie opened her eyes to find three figures, silhouettes from the streams of light at the window, towering over her. 'Who…why were you saying "no" continuously?'
'What? Libby what are you talking about? Where am I?' She observed her surroundings, then turned back to the three figures. She became aware that the other two motionless figures with Libby were Ionie and Kaden. Off she went into a dream world again…
'Snap out of it!' It took Libby a while to get Cassie's attention again. A smile drew on her face. 'You still haven't answered me…are you ok or what?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?'
'Madam Pomfrey's room. You collapsed and…'
'No I didn't. I've been awake the whole time. I didn't collapse. Unless…'
'OK, you've had your time, now OUT! She needs to get some rest you know!' Cassie turned her head on the soft, cushioned pillow, to discover a woman. She guessed this was Madam Pomfrey.
'See you later,' they all said. She watched her friends walk out the door, and drifted away, slowly.
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'May I have permission to see her?'
'Of course you may. Dear me, the amount of times you've been in here the past few years Harry, you must miss it!!' A pleasing chuckle came from Madam Pomfrey. At this point Cassie decided to open her eyes, which was very difficult as they felt they had been stuck together with super-glue. When she finally opened them though, she jumped with shock. 'Harry Potter…it can't be…why has he come to see me?'
'How are you feeling?' His voice was caring and subtle, as if he'd known her for years.
'I'm ok. Why did you want to see me, I mean, its not like I'm famous or anything unlike you!'
'Well, you see, strange things have been happening to you lately, and I as just wondering if there was anything I could explain or help you with.' He smiled at her, as if he were her brother. She began to feel safe and not alone for once.
'Erm…well, I've been getting weird daydreams which feel more like reality; letters from unknown sources; and blackouts into nightmares when they are not wanted. Can you explain any of that?'
'Not really, but it was worth a try!' They giggled quietly, so that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't here them. 'I here you weren't brought up by your mother and father, did you ever meet them?'
'No…never. I don't even know anything about my father. I know my mother fell pregnant with me at a young age, and she supposedly died giving birth to me, but that's about it. My stepfather told me that both my parents were born into this world, even though he had never met my father either.' Footsteps could be heard coming towards them. Cassie looked up to find Madam Pomfrey looking over Harry's head.
'Come along then Harry, I think you better leave Cassie alone to get some rest. We don't want you to influence her into getting in too much trouble all the time!'
'Bye Cassie. I'll see your Defence Against the Dark Arts Class.'
'Bye Harry, and thank you.'
'Rest, that's all need, rest.' These thoughts seemed to make her eyes suddenly feel heavy. Soon she was in a deep sleep again…..
For the third time, she was back in the corridor, surrounded by the antiquated armour and paintings. The golden glow from the door shone on the mangled carpet, leaving a trail, enticing Cassie into the room once again. Twice before on entering the room, she had collided with Professor Snape. Hopefully, she thought, this would not happen again…as they say, third time lucky. As she entered, she noticed the 'Records 1900-1999' book, lying on the floor as if waiting…wanting her to open it. She walked cautiously over to it, slowly placing her hands on it. As soon as one hand touched, the book rose from the ground, leaving a blurred shadow underneath. Its pages turned quickly. Suddenly stopped, on the year 1990. 'This is the year I was born, but why?' Moving closer to the book, her eyes then gazed across the page. She found her name, resting half way down. Everything seemed normal to her…..
Name: Cassie Taylor
Born: 6th May 1990
Mother: Lynda Taylor
As she read, she noticed the name of her father had been placed on the page. How did they know who her father was? Her eyes glanced at the name. 'Wait, this must be some mistake. He can't be my father…he just can't…' mumbling to herself. Her body seemed to freeze with bewilderment. 'How can this be true I don't…'
'Are you ok?' The weight on her eyes had been relieved as she felt someone shaking her. It was Madam Pomfrey. 'Thank god, you started to stir. I thought you'd fall out your bed if you kept going on like that. Oh yes, by the way, Professor Dumbledore has given permission for you to get back to your lessons now. He thinks you will be ok as long as we keep a close eye on you. Your friends are waiting outside the door.' Madam Pomfrey headed over to a boy on the other side of the room. Cassie threw the covers back and stood up, her legs feeling like jelly. Her hand reached for her bag, impatiently wanting to get back to her lessons. Her dream came back to haunt her again, What if he is really my father. Maybe I should ask him?' Libby urged Cassie to hurry up, otherwise they would be late for Transfiguration class. Of they went, as if nothing had happened. Cassie somehow seemed to know that even more things were in store for her, what exactly though, she wasn't quiet sure of…yet.
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3rd chapter….finally. I know, this chapter was a bit boring, rushed and short but it was kind of vital, so if anyone thinks it was rubbish well, tough luck, THE STORY WOULDN'T WORK WITHOUT IT!!!!! ONE MORE THING: please R/R…..thanks for reading!
