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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.
A/N *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^* Thank you HEAPS Candy- candy and Emily-DiosaDeOrquesta!!! *muah* you guys ROCK!
Thanks for your review RadiantMoonWolf ^.^, I'm glad you like.
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The young girl refilled her cup with water and looked quizzically up at her Mum.
"Ok, what's the chat about?" she questioned, surveying the parental figures. Dark rings loomed under her mother's eyes and her Grandmother's looked stern. They were both looking at each other, as if they were in a middle of a conversation. Chloe stood there, waving her arm in front of her mother.
"Earth to mum?" She giggled, jumping up and down trying to get her attention.
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'She is a strong girl, she can handle it' Her mother's voice echoed inside her head.
'She's only 8. 8 years old, what are we going to say, oh honey, there's something I need to tell you, you just happen to be a witch? I don't think so, she won't understand. School doesn't start for 2 years, what are we going to do in that time?'
'You're father suggests to train her, she will need to be advanced, quick on her wit and fit for when they need her. Hopefully she'll have your brains and not her fathers.'
She shook her head, sorrow in her eyes, looking over at her daughter, their eyes connecting. She knew it pained her to think about her husband. She loved Chloe too much to let her go out into the world she grew up in. To think if she found out about her father, if he got wind of her. She didn't want of think of what her son-in-law was capable of but they were doing the right thing.
What her Granddaughter had inherited was strong power and if she didn't start to train and tunnel that power into something it might be lost.forever. She was no ordinary witch, she was the only one of her kind for the century at least and her power needed to be put to use and fast, if she lost her powers, she would be the last legatee. She didn't know how much longer they had, but know was the time to break it to her only Grandchild, even if she didn't understand it immediately.
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Chloe stood and stared point blank at the two adults. They were giving her the creeps. She stepped back slowly until the corner of the bench jabbed her in the shoulder.
"OUCH" She yelped, scrunching up her face in pain and jumping forward. The quick jolt of pain subsided and she continued to look back and forth between her mother and grandmother until, it was like the rubber band keeping them together snapped apart. They both looked over at her and she felt a smile press against her lips. She let out a giggle, her ebony mane, bouncing as she laughed; she gazed between them both, again.
"What was going on there?" she questioned, holding back a laugh.
"Nothing, nothing" Her mother said, busying herself with putting the jug of water away.
"It didn't look like nothing" Chloe replied, her cheeky grin re-appearing on her face.
'She gets that from her father' her Grandmother thought indistinctly, grinning inwardly, such a great bloke, she couldn't believe what had happened to him.
"Actually it wasn't nothing, why don't you come and sit down and we'll tell you about it" Her Grandmother pulled the seat out beside her.
Chloe walked over, cautiously and sat in the chair beside her Grandmother, placing her water glass on the table she looked down at her feet, she couldn't even touch the floor yet. Swinging her legs joyfully back and forth she chuckled, then looked up swiftly when she heard the scraping of a chair on the floorboards that told her, her mother had joined them at the table.
"So" Chloe said, pulling her water closer to her and clutching it as if for life and death under her chin, breathing into it, causing it to fog up. "What were you doing with your eyes?" She couldn't laugh this time, looking at her Mother and Grandmother; they looked serious.
"We were talking" Her Grandmother replied simply, turning to look at her only Grandchild, warmth and caring radiating off her.
Chloe replied with a simple "Oh" Not really understanding it, she dared to ask how. "Um.how, were you talking? I couldn't hear yo.." Her grandmother cut her off.
"We weren't talking with out mouths, there a lot of different ways to converse with someone, Chloe. We were talking with our eyes, if you're a witch or wizard you can do it after the proper training."
"A witch? Or wizard?" Chloe said, looking confused.
"Yes, your mother and I are witches, so are you" Her Grandmother said directly.
Whatever they were expecting the small girl to say it defiantly wasn't what came next.
"I knew that" She said matter-of-factly.
Her mother was gazing at her intently, along with her Grandmother, both surprised.
"But how were you talking, I couldn't see your wands" she said quickly, swinging her legs back and forth once again.
Her mother gasped across from her and her Nan's eyes poured into her from her side.
"What do you mean we weren't using our wands?" Her mother asked calmly, disregarding the fact she didn't look it.
"Well my dad said you have to use a wand to do magic" Chloe replied, quietly.
At this point her mother was in hysterics, breathing rapidly and her Grandmother still looked at her bluntly from the side.
"Y..yyy..your father?" She managed to splutter in between breaths.
"Yeah dad. What about him?" She questioned, coolly, didn't her mother know her dad?
"How do you know him sweetheart?" Her attention was now directed towards her Grandmother again.
"Oh, I saw him, why? Her mother still looked like she was going to have a heart attack.
"Where did you see him? What does he look like?" Her grandmother demanded, trying to keep a peaceful tone.
"I saw him in my dream, he told me who he was and that I'm a witch, he's tall and he's got black hair and black eyes and he's really tall. Every time we talk he's in a dark, cold place. It's a really small room and there's only a bed" The young girl paused. "Don't you know him mum?" She said, looking at her mother who had her face in her hands, her Grandmother was pacing up and down now. "Yes dear, I know him." She mumbled from the depths of her hands.
Chloe didn't know what was going on, both her mother and grandma seemed stressed about the fact she knew her dad.
"Can I please go to bed now mum, I'm tired" She yawned.
"Yes, yes ofcourse, go up and I'll be up in a minute to tuck you in" She said, sitting up straight, looking into her daughter's fatigued eyes.
"Ok" The young girl jumped down from her chair and hugged her Nan around the waist and ran to the door "Night" she called, before swinging the door open and making her way up the stairs one at a time, her footsteps breaking the thick, stillness of the air in the large kitchen.
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All chaos broke loose once the young had left the room, her mother look distraught; she was busy hacking her teeth into her index finger. "How does she know?" she muttered curiously.
"It'll be ok, we'll keep her safe. I'll contact your father and you go tuck Chloe in," She said hastily, fiddling with something on top of the fireplace. "And stop hewing at your nails" She added in a motherly fashion.
The ruby haired woman rolled her eyes, a minute smirk evident on her face. She turned to leave, upon reaching the door she threw a beam of hope back to her mother, who caught it and returned it whole-heartedly. 'Yes Mum' she added, a touch of mockery hidden in her voice.
She pushed the swing-door open and walked over to the staircase, clutching her head in her hands, massaging her temples. 'How could this happen?' She thought to herself. If the prophecy was true she would have to start to study magic, but how could they be sure it was her that was meant to be? Why her daughter?' It wasn't fair. But nothing ever was. If things were fair she wouldn't be here, in this country, she wouldn't be on the run and she'd have her husband at her side; Sooner or later she should have known she would have to send her daughter off to school
She reached her daughters door and turned the knob, crossing over into what looked like a purple world, even in the dark everything seemed to have a purple tinge to it. Making her way across the mauve carpet she sat on the side of the small single bed, making sure not to sit on her daughter.
She turned on a light and looked into her child's eyes, which in the light of a muggle lamp looked like big, black lost tunnels, taking a minute to look at her daughter she hit herself inwardly 'She had Sirius's looks' Her sleek black hair, now matted and sweaty. She seemed to take after her father in so many ways, his mischievous ways, looks and way of being able to charm others, even at the young age of 8. She wondered if her daughter had any of her mother in her. They would have to wait and see; only time would tell.
Snapping out of her thoughts she shook her head slightly and looked at her daughter, she was grinning, her customary, mischievous grin. She smiled at her daughter. What was she going to do, what would happen to her? Her mother seemed keen on training her for what's ahead but she didn't want to loose her only child that in fear she may be killed. Her eyes lazily rolled over the clock on the wall above and lit up instantaneously, it was 2:30am, this would have to wait for the morning, she would try and get some sleep, despite everything. Pulling the covers up on her young daughter she kissed her on the head.
"Good night mum" Chloe whispered, stifling a yawn.
"Night honey, sweet dreams" She hugged her forcefully, turning the lamp off and made her way over to the door, walking out into the corridor she left the door open for the warm air to escape and quickly and quietly as possible made her way down the stairs. Keen on asking her father what to do about the current situation. Making her way to the bottom of the stairs she swiftly walked over to the kitchen. Little did she know that upstairs her daughter was tossing from side to side in her bed, her tweety doll nestled next to her, falling into an uneasy sleep, prepared for the conversation with her father.
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How did everyone like that? **Grins** Please review and tell me what you think, Smooches - Chloe XoXoX
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.
A/N *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^* Thank you HEAPS Candy- candy and Emily-DiosaDeOrquesta!!! *muah* you guys ROCK!
Thanks for your review RadiantMoonWolf ^.^, I'm glad you like.
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The young girl refilled her cup with water and looked quizzically up at her Mum.
"Ok, what's the chat about?" she questioned, surveying the parental figures. Dark rings loomed under her mother's eyes and her Grandmother's looked stern. They were both looking at each other, as if they were in a middle of a conversation. Chloe stood there, waving her arm in front of her mother.
"Earth to mum?" She giggled, jumping up and down trying to get her attention.
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'She is a strong girl, she can handle it' Her mother's voice echoed inside her head.
'She's only 8. 8 years old, what are we going to say, oh honey, there's something I need to tell you, you just happen to be a witch? I don't think so, she won't understand. School doesn't start for 2 years, what are we going to do in that time?'
'You're father suggests to train her, she will need to be advanced, quick on her wit and fit for when they need her. Hopefully she'll have your brains and not her fathers.'
She shook her head, sorrow in her eyes, looking over at her daughter, their eyes connecting. She knew it pained her to think about her husband. She loved Chloe too much to let her go out into the world she grew up in. To think if she found out about her father, if he got wind of her. She didn't want of think of what her son-in-law was capable of but they were doing the right thing.
What her Granddaughter had inherited was strong power and if she didn't start to train and tunnel that power into something it might be lost.forever. She was no ordinary witch, she was the only one of her kind for the century at least and her power needed to be put to use and fast, if she lost her powers, she would be the last legatee. She didn't know how much longer they had, but know was the time to break it to her only Grandchild, even if she didn't understand it immediately.
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Chloe stood and stared point blank at the two adults. They were giving her the creeps. She stepped back slowly until the corner of the bench jabbed her in the shoulder.
"OUCH" She yelped, scrunching up her face in pain and jumping forward. The quick jolt of pain subsided and she continued to look back and forth between her mother and grandmother until, it was like the rubber band keeping them together snapped apart. They both looked over at her and she felt a smile press against her lips. She let out a giggle, her ebony mane, bouncing as she laughed; she gazed between them both, again.
"What was going on there?" she questioned, holding back a laugh.
"Nothing, nothing" Her mother said, busying herself with putting the jug of water away.
"It didn't look like nothing" Chloe replied, her cheeky grin re-appearing on her face.
'She gets that from her father' her Grandmother thought indistinctly, grinning inwardly, such a great bloke, she couldn't believe what had happened to him.
"Actually it wasn't nothing, why don't you come and sit down and we'll tell you about it" Her Grandmother pulled the seat out beside her.
Chloe walked over, cautiously and sat in the chair beside her Grandmother, placing her water glass on the table she looked down at her feet, she couldn't even touch the floor yet. Swinging her legs joyfully back and forth she chuckled, then looked up swiftly when she heard the scraping of a chair on the floorboards that told her, her mother had joined them at the table.
"So" Chloe said, pulling her water closer to her and clutching it as if for life and death under her chin, breathing into it, causing it to fog up. "What were you doing with your eyes?" She couldn't laugh this time, looking at her Mother and Grandmother; they looked serious.
"We were talking" Her Grandmother replied simply, turning to look at her only Grandchild, warmth and caring radiating off her.
Chloe replied with a simple "Oh" Not really understanding it, she dared to ask how. "Um.how, were you talking? I couldn't hear yo.." Her grandmother cut her off.
"We weren't talking with out mouths, there a lot of different ways to converse with someone, Chloe. We were talking with our eyes, if you're a witch or wizard you can do it after the proper training."
"A witch? Or wizard?" Chloe said, looking confused.
"Yes, your mother and I are witches, so are you" Her Grandmother said directly.
Whatever they were expecting the small girl to say it defiantly wasn't what came next.
"I knew that" She said matter-of-factly.
Her mother was gazing at her intently, along with her Grandmother, both surprised.
"But how were you talking, I couldn't see your wands" she said quickly, swinging her legs back and forth once again.
Her mother gasped across from her and her Nan's eyes poured into her from her side.
"What do you mean we weren't using our wands?" Her mother asked calmly, disregarding the fact she didn't look it.
"Well my dad said you have to use a wand to do magic" Chloe replied, quietly.
At this point her mother was in hysterics, breathing rapidly and her Grandmother still looked at her bluntly from the side.
"Y..yyy..your father?" She managed to splutter in between breaths.
"Yeah dad. What about him?" She questioned, coolly, didn't her mother know her dad?
"How do you know him sweetheart?" Her attention was now directed towards her Grandmother again.
"Oh, I saw him, why? Her mother still looked like she was going to have a heart attack.
"Where did you see him? What does he look like?" Her grandmother demanded, trying to keep a peaceful tone.
"I saw him in my dream, he told me who he was and that I'm a witch, he's tall and he's got black hair and black eyes and he's really tall. Every time we talk he's in a dark, cold place. It's a really small room and there's only a bed" The young girl paused. "Don't you know him mum?" She said, looking at her mother who had her face in her hands, her Grandmother was pacing up and down now. "Yes dear, I know him." She mumbled from the depths of her hands.
Chloe didn't know what was going on, both her mother and grandma seemed stressed about the fact she knew her dad.
"Can I please go to bed now mum, I'm tired" She yawned.
"Yes, yes ofcourse, go up and I'll be up in a minute to tuck you in" She said, sitting up straight, looking into her daughter's fatigued eyes.
"Ok" The young girl jumped down from her chair and hugged her Nan around the waist and ran to the door "Night" she called, before swinging the door open and making her way up the stairs one at a time, her footsteps breaking the thick, stillness of the air in the large kitchen.
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All chaos broke loose once the young had left the room, her mother look distraught; she was busy hacking her teeth into her index finger. "How does she know?" she muttered curiously.
"It'll be ok, we'll keep her safe. I'll contact your father and you go tuck Chloe in," She said hastily, fiddling with something on top of the fireplace. "And stop hewing at your nails" She added in a motherly fashion.
The ruby haired woman rolled her eyes, a minute smirk evident on her face. She turned to leave, upon reaching the door she threw a beam of hope back to her mother, who caught it and returned it whole-heartedly. 'Yes Mum' she added, a touch of mockery hidden in her voice.
She pushed the swing-door open and walked over to the staircase, clutching her head in her hands, massaging her temples. 'How could this happen?' She thought to herself. If the prophecy was true she would have to start to study magic, but how could they be sure it was her that was meant to be? Why her daughter?' It wasn't fair. But nothing ever was. If things were fair she wouldn't be here, in this country, she wouldn't be on the run and she'd have her husband at her side; Sooner or later she should have known she would have to send her daughter off to school
She reached her daughters door and turned the knob, crossing over into what looked like a purple world, even in the dark everything seemed to have a purple tinge to it. Making her way across the mauve carpet she sat on the side of the small single bed, making sure not to sit on her daughter.
She turned on a light and looked into her child's eyes, which in the light of a muggle lamp looked like big, black lost tunnels, taking a minute to look at her daughter she hit herself inwardly 'She had Sirius's looks' Her sleek black hair, now matted and sweaty. She seemed to take after her father in so many ways, his mischievous ways, looks and way of being able to charm others, even at the young age of 8. She wondered if her daughter had any of her mother in her. They would have to wait and see; only time would tell.
Snapping out of her thoughts she shook her head slightly and looked at her daughter, she was grinning, her customary, mischievous grin. She smiled at her daughter. What was she going to do, what would happen to her? Her mother seemed keen on training her for what's ahead but she didn't want to loose her only child that in fear she may be killed. Her eyes lazily rolled over the clock on the wall above and lit up instantaneously, it was 2:30am, this would have to wait for the morning, she would try and get some sleep, despite everything. Pulling the covers up on her young daughter she kissed her on the head.
"Good night mum" Chloe whispered, stifling a yawn.
"Night honey, sweet dreams" She hugged her forcefully, turning the lamp off and made her way over to the door, walking out into the corridor she left the door open for the warm air to escape and quickly and quietly as possible made her way down the stairs. Keen on asking her father what to do about the current situation. Making her way to the bottom of the stairs she swiftly walked over to the kitchen. Little did she know that upstairs her daughter was tossing from side to side in her bed, her tweety doll nestled next to her, falling into an uneasy sleep, prepared for the conversation with her father.
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How did everyone like that? **Grins** Please review and tell me what you think, Smooches - Chloe XoXoX