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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. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
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If you were looking at the young, raven haired girl at the moment, you'd think she was having a seizure of some sort; tossing backwards and forwards on her bed, sweat running from her hairline, her hands clenching at the fluffy yellow doll beside her, then relaxing, continuing, over and over again.
In her head she was trying to establish a connection, a connection with her father. She was in a place, between consciousness and unconsciousness, resting. Her body and mind were relaxed. It felt like a dream to the 8 year old. Her mind wizzing in and out against the blackness of the background. The foreground was occupied with tubes, tubes that were connections; connections of people to families, friends, co-workers, all connected together, so they could talk to people telepathically.
Everyone had these connections, even muggles, she giggled in her sleep, muggles, that's what her father called people who didn't have wands, people who couldn't do magic, didn't believe and didn't want to know about it.
She slid between all the loose cords and wires, looking, searching for the man she called her father, the tall, dark haired man that had always been there for her, who had taught her magic in her sleep. He wasn't that easy to find, but in the end she always found him.
She continued on her journey, twisting and turning, hoping her father was waiting for her. They usually talked every night, but because of the heat she had stayed up well past her bedtime. She hoped he would still be at "the meeting place."
Chloe called it the meeting place because she didn't know what else to call it, she didn't know where her father was, he would never tell her but she knew one thing for sure; she didn't like the place they met. It was cold, dark and scary. Her 'dad' had always been there to protect her, he held her hand and everything seemed all right, she didn't feel as scared. Her father said she had her mother's personality, whatever that meant! He said she was shy and caring. Was this a good thing? She didn't have much time to ponder on the question, all of a sudden she felt like she fell hard to the cold, stone floor. Well she did, in her mind, but it still hurt! She had found her father at last!
She felt two cold arms grab her from behind and haul her into the air, pulling her into her dad's loving hug. It seemed to last forever. Finally he pulled her daughter off him, kissed her on the forehead and placed her on the bed next to him. Swinging her legs around onto the mattress, she hugged her knees, Feeling the mattress sag lightly as her father sat opposite her. She looked over at the man, he was very slender, she wondered if this had anything to do with the fact his hair was dirty and his skin white like milk; she never asked but loved him none the less. The man turned to her, pulling himself to cross his legs comfortably. The young girl looked up into her father's face and smiled contently.
"I thought you weren't coming" the older man said, a hint of concern in his voice. "Was everything ok getting here? Did it take long? Did you hurt yourself when you fell? What took you so long?" Her father blurted out. All the girl could do was giggle at his 'motherly concern'
"I have one mum, isn't that enough?" she said, a mischievous grin shining off her face. "Alright, alright! Aren't I aloud to be concerned about my favourite daughter?" he questioned, flashing his big puppy dog eyes at his daughter, making her giggle happily. "I'm you're only daughter, Dad" She said, putting her hands on her hips, jokingly.
"That you know off" The older man said, flashing her with his yellowed teeth. Not being able to hold the laugher in much longer she let it flow like a raging stream. Opposite her, the scruffy man beamed down on her, sucking in the happiness of the moment like a sponge.
"So how are you? What have you been up to?" exclaimed her father, still smiling.
"I'm fine. But. Well. Um, I have something to tell you, it's about mum" The 8 year old said it so quickly she wasn't sure he father caught it all. She knew she would have to tell him that her Mother and Grandmother knew about him and their 'talks' sooner or later.
Her father looked more alert. "You're mother? What's wrong?" he questioned, looking deep into her daughters black eyes, dark rings underlining them densely.
"They know," She couldn't think of any other way to put it, not right now anyway.
"About." Her father asked, raising a shaggy, black eyebrow.
"You and me. Us, talking and everything. They told me I was magic tonight." The young girl looked up into her father's eyes, his hair dirty, his face pale; was it from the shock? He always seemed pale though, he was very skinny and his clothes were slightly ragged.
"Oh" he replied simply. Was this a good thing, or bad? He got up and started to pace, she wasn't holding her money on a good thing. The only thing she could do was ask.
"Is it bad, that I told her dad?"
He walked over and hugged his daughter tightly. "No, it's not. How did it happen?"
Tears began to well in her eyes, she hated not having her father there all the time, to hug and to talk to but they had to talk in secret. It wasn't fair, but then again a lot of things weren't.
"Well, Mum and Nana were talking in their heads, tella.telepathically they said; Kinda like us I guess and they explained I was."
Chloe stoped. She was shaking all over. Her father jumped up and grabbed her. She continued to shake, sweet dripping from her forehead yet again, she was returning. Waking. Her father didn't seemed alarmed, this happened every time she left, her body would linger for awhile. She had not mastered her mental communication skills (he'd be astonished if she had as she was only 8) and had not received any training at all; it came naturally to a person like her.
The prisoner was used to it by now, he remembered the first time it happened vaguely, it was a very scary moment, watching your young daughter shake constantly until she awoke. It was too early for her to wake though, she had only got here 20 minutes or so ago, but then again, it was 20 minutes of communication time; they had probably been here for hours. It was all confusing, this skill was very advanced, things worked strangely, not everything could be understood why.
He pulled his daughter into a good night cuddle and kissed her on the head. "Sweet dreams my little girl, have a wonderful day. I love you, remember that."
"Yes dad, I love you too" And with a pop she was gone, the man's hands collided with each other as he was left holding thin air. He sighed and lay down on his bed. It had seemed so quick, so sudden, so soon. Too soon. It couldn't be morning already.
Maybe her body was waking her to use the bathroom or something, she could return.
The man rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He wished so much to be with his little girl, his wife, and his friends. He wanted for people not to think they were what the ministry had labelled him, a murder.
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Kasandra Black shook her daughter roughly; she had been shaking for 5 minutes when she walked in to check on her.
"MUUUUUUUM" the woman called out.
The young girl's eyes sprang open. She looked around at her surroundings, not knowing where she was, saw her mum and registered, by all the purple, she was in her room.
With a faint *pop* her Grandmother appeared at her doorway. Chloe jumped up in fright. She screamed, staring in disbelief at the woman at the door. She continued screaming, scared beyond her wits. Her mum pulled out her wand and muttered a few words. Chloe sat there, frozen, propped up against the bed.
"Ok, while your calm" Her mother said grinning. She turned to her mum "Don't scare her like that!" In a fuming voice.
"She might as well start living like one of us now she knows dear." Her Nan replied calmly.
"Yes, but is that the way to go about it?" Her mother sounded annoyed, but turned back to her daughter, soothingly stroking a hand through her matted, sweaty, black hair. "It's ok," She whispered.
After a long pause that she spent the whole time staring at the ceiling, her mother brushing her hair out of her face and her Nan had walked back down stairs to get some tea. So many things were running through her head she didn't know where to start and what to think about, her head buzzed in the silence.
"What was happening?" Her mother questioned out of the blue, as if she had only awoken her seconds before.
"I was talking to dad." She said simply, still staring off, focusing on nothing in particular.
"Oh.. how often do you talk to him Chloe?" Her mother sounded serious.
"Usually every night" She replied, snapping back into reality and turning back to her mum. "Why?"
"Just wondering" her mother replied innocently, but she knew something was going on and she had to find out what.
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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. *Please R&R, constructive criticism please ^.^*
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If you were looking at the young, raven haired girl at the moment, you'd think she was having a seizure of some sort; tossing backwards and forwards on her bed, sweat running from her hairline, her hands clenching at the fluffy yellow doll beside her, then relaxing, continuing, over and over again.
In her head she was trying to establish a connection, a connection with her father. She was in a place, between consciousness and unconsciousness, resting. Her body and mind were relaxed. It felt like a dream to the 8 year old. Her mind wizzing in and out against the blackness of the background. The foreground was occupied with tubes, tubes that were connections; connections of people to families, friends, co-workers, all connected together, so they could talk to people telepathically.
Everyone had these connections, even muggles, she giggled in her sleep, muggles, that's what her father called people who didn't have wands, people who couldn't do magic, didn't believe and didn't want to know about it.
She slid between all the loose cords and wires, looking, searching for the man she called her father, the tall, dark haired man that had always been there for her, who had taught her magic in her sleep. He wasn't that easy to find, but in the end she always found him.
She continued on her journey, twisting and turning, hoping her father was waiting for her. They usually talked every night, but because of the heat she had stayed up well past her bedtime. She hoped he would still be at "the meeting place."
Chloe called it the meeting place because she didn't know what else to call it, she didn't know where her father was, he would never tell her but she knew one thing for sure; she didn't like the place they met. It was cold, dark and scary. Her 'dad' had always been there to protect her, he held her hand and everything seemed all right, she didn't feel as scared. Her father said she had her mother's personality, whatever that meant! He said she was shy and caring. Was this a good thing? She didn't have much time to ponder on the question, all of a sudden she felt like she fell hard to the cold, stone floor. Well she did, in her mind, but it still hurt! She had found her father at last!
She felt two cold arms grab her from behind and haul her into the air, pulling her into her dad's loving hug. It seemed to last forever. Finally he pulled her daughter off him, kissed her on the forehead and placed her on the bed next to him. Swinging her legs around onto the mattress, she hugged her knees, Feeling the mattress sag lightly as her father sat opposite her. She looked over at the man, he was very slender, she wondered if this had anything to do with the fact his hair was dirty and his skin white like milk; she never asked but loved him none the less. The man turned to her, pulling himself to cross his legs comfortably. The young girl looked up into her father's face and smiled contently.
"I thought you weren't coming" the older man said, a hint of concern in his voice. "Was everything ok getting here? Did it take long? Did you hurt yourself when you fell? What took you so long?" Her father blurted out. All the girl could do was giggle at his 'motherly concern'
"I have one mum, isn't that enough?" she said, a mischievous grin shining off her face. "Alright, alright! Aren't I aloud to be concerned about my favourite daughter?" he questioned, flashing his big puppy dog eyes at his daughter, making her giggle happily. "I'm you're only daughter, Dad" She said, putting her hands on her hips, jokingly.
"That you know off" The older man said, flashing her with his yellowed teeth. Not being able to hold the laugher in much longer she let it flow like a raging stream. Opposite her, the scruffy man beamed down on her, sucking in the happiness of the moment like a sponge.
"So how are you? What have you been up to?" exclaimed her father, still smiling.
"I'm fine. But. Well. Um, I have something to tell you, it's about mum" The 8 year old said it so quickly she wasn't sure he father caught it all. She knew she would have to tell him that her Mother and Grandmother knew about him and their 'talks' sooner or later.
Her father looked more alert. "You're mother? What's wrong?" he questioned, looking deep into her daughters black eyes, dark rings underlining them densely.
"They know," She couldn't think of any other way to put it, not right now anyway.
"About." Her father asked, raising a shaggy, black eyebrow.
"You and me. Us, talking and everything. They told me I was magic tonight." The young girl looked up into her father's eyes, his hair dirty, his face pale; was it from the shock? He always seemed pale though, he was very skinny and his clothes were slightly ragged.
"Oh" he replied simply. Was this a good thing, or bad? He got up and started to pace, she wasn't holding her money on a good thing. The only thing she could do was ask.
"Is it bad, that I told her dad?"
He walked over and hugged his daughter tightly. "No, it's not. How did it happen?"
Tears began to well in her eyes, she hated not having her father there all the time, to hug and to talk to but they had to talk in secret. It wasn't fair, but then again a lot of things weren't.
"Well, Mum and Nana were talking in their heads, tella.telepathically they said; Kinda like us I guess and they explained I was."
Chloe stoped. She was shaking all over. Her father jumped up and grabbed her. She continued to shake, sweet dripping from her forehead yet again, she was returning. Waking. Her father didn't seemed alarmed, this happened every time she left, her body would linger for awhile. She had not mastered her mental communication skills (he'd be astonished if she had as she was only 8) and had not received any training at all; it came naturally to a person like her.
The prisoner was used to it by now, he remembered the first time it happened vaguely, it was a very scary moment, watching your young daughter shake constantly until she awoke. It was too early for her to wake though, she had only got here 20 minutes or so ago, but then again, it was 20 minutes of communication time; they had probably been here for hours. It was all confusing, this skill was very advanced, things worked strangely, not everything could be understood why.
He pulled his daughter into a good night cuddle and kissed her on the head. "Sweet dreams my little girl, have a wonderful day. I love you, remember that."
"Yes dad, I love you too" And with a pop she was gone, the man's hands collided with each other as he was left holding thin air. He sighed and lay down on his bed. It had seemed so quick, so sudden, so soon. Too soon. It couldn't be morning already.
Maybe her body was waking her to use the bathroom or something, she could return.
The man rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He wished so much to be with his little girl, his wife, and his friends. He wanted for people not to think they were what the ministry had labelled him, a murder.
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Kasandra Black shook her daughter roughly; she had been shaking for 5 minutes when she walked in to check on her.
"MUUUUUUUM" the woman called out.
The young girl's eyes sprang open. She looked around at her surroundings, not knowing where she was, saw her mum and registered, by all the purple, she was in her room.
With a faint *pop* her Grandmother appeared at her doorway. Chloe jumped up in fright. She screamed, staring in disbelief at the woman at the door. She continued screaming, scared beyond her wits. Her mum pulled out her wand and muttered a few words. Chloe sat there, frozen, propped up against the bed.
"Ok, while your calm" Her mother said grinning. She turned to her mum "Don't scare her like that!" In a fuming voice.
"She might as well start living like one of us now she knows dear." Her Nan replied calmly.
"Yes, but is that the way to go about it?" Her mother sounded annoyed, but turned back to her daughter, soothingly stroking a hand through her matted, sweaty, black hair. "It's ok," She whispered.
After a long pause that she spent the whole time staring at the ceiling, her mother brushing her hair out of her face and her Nan had walked back down stairs to get some tea. So many things were running through her head she didn't know where to start and what to think about, her head buzzed in the silence.
"What was happening?" Her mother questioned out of the blue, as if she had only awoken her seconds before.
"I was talking to dad." She said simply, still staring off, focusing on nothing in particular.
"Oh.. how often do you talk to him Chloe?" Her mother sounded serious.
"Usually every night" She replied, snapping back into reality and turning back to her mum. "Why?"
"Just wondering" her mother replied innocently, but she knew something was going on and she had to find out what.
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