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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 ^.^*
A/N: Wohoo, Where these ideas come from is beyond me, my brain must decide to turn itself on at around 12am ^_^ lol, the next chapter shouldn't be too long off, tonight I'm having a ship-load of ideas so, I'll continue writing until they sail away. Hehehe, I hope you guys are enjoying and it's all making sense, if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask in a review/email, whatever, I love to hear what you guys think, it really makes a difference. **Jumps up and down** enough from me and on with the story [I'm in need of tea lol mmmm tea]
Thank you's --- splashingcrimson for your review and to everyone who reads my early morning fanfic, you guys ROCK! +`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+
Chloe was falling, down, down, down. She collapsed as her body landed in a heap, colliding with the cement, her bones rattled an ear-tingling clatter.
She opened her eyes, cautiously and felt around the damp, chilly ground slowly for her bag, when not being able to find it she lifted her head, blinking numerous times, only seeing stars for seconds.
Adjusting to the darkness of the room she sat up in shock, she knew this room, if you called it a room, more like a cell of some sort. Drawing her knees into her chest she wrapped her tanned arms around them and rubbed her temples slowly in a circular motion, where it gradually came back to her. It was the same as the place in her dream, the night before. Either that or it was a duplicate. She shrugged mentally and got to her feet, there was only one dissimilarity in this room, there was no man and no vanishing mini-her.
Chloe walked over to the fragile-looking bed and sat down slowly, fearful it would break under her weight; it looked like it couldn't hold much more mass then that of a feather. It all seemed so familiar, liked she'd been there numerous times before, but no matter how much she reminisced, she couldn't remember 'being there' or seeing the room before her dream. Was this real? It didn't feel like a dream, it felt so real and recognizable.
Another thing she thought about was the fact this time, she came straight here, was she sleeping? All she could remember about the time before was that it felt like it took a long time to get there. She remembered zooming around, in and out millions of wires at tubes, the colour of the one that got her there was a royal blue. How strange, maybe it was too much quidditch practice. Her mother told her she trained too hard and too much, but she was a member of the national team, she needed to be fit and if she didn't practice she might loose her touch, she wasn't sure she had it to begin with but she had been chosen, along with Morgan to represent her nation in the sport.
Her friend had been playing the game and position since she was very young, Chloe could understand how she had gotten on the team, her family had a record of national, even world cup players. As for Chloe, she only knew about her mother's side of the family, they were the intelligent bunch; her mum was a teacher and her grandmother the headmistress of her school. Her mother was always telling her to concentrate on her studies more, but she had no interest in 24/7 studying, it wasn't her life, either was sport for the matter but she was 13, all she wanted to do at the moment was live life for the moment, have fun and spend as much time as possible with her friends. The funny thing was, she didn't need to study hard, she was an average A+ student, it's like it came naturally, even though she swore she took after her dad, she didn't consider herself smart, but somehow she was one of the top scholars in her class, she couldn't help it, even for big exams, the most amount of study she'd do was the 10 minutes she crammed in just before class, she was lucky if it was even that. Maybe that's what it was, it defiantly wasn't her homework that helped, she couldn't even remember what she wrote in her papers' the next day, but still handed them in, receiving good marks, it amazed her but for some reason not her mother or grandmother, what did they know that she didn't? And the fact that she was in a grade higher of what she should be in for her age and still ahead of most of those students.
A raindrop landed on the top of her head, snapping her out of her thoughts and back to what she thought, was reality. Looking up, there was no leak in the roof; about every 10 seconds another drop would land on her. Getting up and moving to the other side of the room, they continued to follow her. She closed her eyes tight as the droplets became more frequent and larger. Wiping her hair, which was now wet and matted, hanging loosely around her shoulders; she had pulled her braids out. When bringing her hand back down by her side, her eyes grew wide, there on her forearm, burning blue was an imprint, an emblem, a coat of arms.
Dropping to her knees she traced a long finger over the mark, it appeared to glow, the light growing more intense as the time pasted. It was the size of the bottom of a drinking glass, at least.
Rubbing her arm, the drops splashing down on her head more rapidly, she called out. "Hello? Anyone there?" But as she though, no one replied. Not knowing why she even called out, she shook her head, how was she even going to get out of the place this time, it felt so much more surreal and there was no door, only cemented walls and a small slot in a far corner, was that where they pushed food under? By this time Chloe had made up her mind it was a prison, and a wizarding one for sure, no muggle could have 4 walls, one small, open space and manage to get criminals inside. Plus, she had seen photos of wizarding jails; like the one off Sydney Harbour, Fort Denison. She had done an assignment on it, back in second year in History of magic, one of her favourite classes.
Just as her head touched her hands, something touched her shoulder, thinking it was just the rain she shut her eyes, in hope it would take her back to her school, out of the place she was in, but something pounded, softly but much more harder then before at her shoulder, peering upwards, she became face-to-face with girl the girl from her dream, the mini-her look-alike.
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A/n *dodges tomatoes* Cliff hanger, dun, dun, dun, dunnnn. :-P
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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 ^.^*
A/N: Wohoo, Where these ideas come from is beyond me, my brain must decide to turn itself on at around 12am ^_^ lol, the next chapter shouldn't be too long off, tonight I'm having a ship-load of ideas so, I'll continue writing until they sail away. Hehehe, I hope you guys are enjoying and it's all making sense, if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask in a review/email, whatever, I love to hear what you guys think, it really makes a difference. **Jumps up and down** enough from me and on with the story [I'm in need of tea lol mmmm tea]
Thank you's --- splashingcrimson for your review and to everyone who reads my early morning fanfic, you guys ROCK! +`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+
Chloe was falling, down, down, down. She collapsed as her body landed in a heap, colliding with the cement, her bones rattled an ear-tingling clatter.
She opened her eyes, cautiously and felt around the damp, chilly ground slowly for her bag, when not being able to find it she lifted her head, blinking numerous times, only seeing stars for seconds.
Adjusting to the darkness of the room she sat up in shock, she knew this room, if you called it a room, more like a cell of some sort. Drawing her knees into her chest she wrapped her tanned arms around them and rubbed her temples slowly in a circular motion, where it gradually came back to her. It was the same as the place in her dream, the night before. Either that or it was a duplicate. She shrugged mentally and got to her feet, there was only one dissimilarity in this room, there was no man and no vanishing mini-her.
Chloe walked over to the fragile-looking bed and sat down slowly, fearful it would break under her weight; it looked like it couldn't hold much more mass then that of a feather. It all seemed so familiar, liked she'd been there numerous times before, but no matter how much she reminisced, she couldn't remember 'being there' or seeing the room before her dream. Was this real? It didn't feel like a dream, it felt so real and recognizable.
Another thing she thought about was the fact this time, she came straight here, was she sleeping? All she could remember about the time before was that it felt like it took a long time to get there. She remembered zooming around, in and out millions of wires at tubes, the colour of the one that got her there was a royal blue. How strange, maybe it was too much quidditch practice. Her mother told her she trained too hard and too much, but she was a member of the national team, she needed to be fit and if she didn't practice she might loose her touch, she wasn't sure she had it to begin with but she had been chosen, along with Morgan to represent her nation in the sport.
Her friend had been playing the game and position since she was very young, Chloe could understand how she had gotten on the team, her family had a record of national, even world cup players. As for Chloe, she only knew about her mother's side of the family, they were the intelligent bunch; her mum was a teacher and her grandmother the headmistress of her school. Her mother was always telling her to concentrate on her studies more, but she had no interest in 24/7 studying, it wasn't her life, either was sport for the matter but she was 13, all she wanted to do at the moment was live life for the moment, have fun and spend as much time as possible with her friends. The funny thing was, she didn't need to study hard, she was an average A+ student, it's like it came naturally, even though she swore she took after her dad, she didn't consider herself smart, but somehow she was one of the top scholars in her class, she couldn't help it, even for big exams, the most amount of study she'd do was the 10 minutes she crammed in just before class, she was lucky if it was even that. Maybe that's what it was, it defiantly wasn't her homework that helped, she couldn't even remember what she wrote in her papers' the next day, but still handed them in, receiving good marks, it amazed her but for some reason not her mother or grandmother, what did they know that she didn't? And the fact that she was in a grade higher of what she should be in for her age and still ahead of most of those students.
A raindrop landed on the top of her head, snapping her out of her thoughts and back to what she thought, was reality. Looking up, there was no leak in the roof; about every 10 seconds another drop would land on her. Getting up and moving to the other side of the room, they continued to follow her. She closed her eyes tight as the droplets became more frequent and larger. Wiping her hair, which was now wet and matted, hanging loosely around her shoulders; she had pulled her braids out. When bringing her hand back down by her side, her eyes grew wide, there on her forearm, burning blue was an imprint, an emblem, a coat of arms.
Dropping to her knees she traced a long finger over the mark, it appeared to glow, the light growing more intense as the time pasted. It was the size of the bottom of a drinking glass, at least.
Rubbing her arm, the drops splashing down on her head more rapidly, she called out. "Hello? Anyone there?" But as she though, no one replied. Not knowing why she even called out, she shook her head, how was she even going to get out of the place this time, it felt so much more surreal and there was no door, only cemented walls and a small slot in a far corner, was that where they pushed food under? By this time Chloe had made up her mind it was a prison, and a wizarding one for sure, no muggle could have 4 walls, one small, open space and manage to get criminals inside. Plus, she had seen photos of wizarding jails; like the one off Sydney Harbour, Fort Denison. She had done an assignment on it, back in second year in History of magic, one of her favourite classes.
Just as her head touched her hands, something touched her shoulder, thinking it was just the rain she shut her eyes, in hope it would take her back to her school, out of the place she was in, but something pounded, softly but much more harder then before at her shoulder, peering upwards, she became face-to-face with girl the girl from her dream, the mini-her look-alike.
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A/n *dodges tomatoes* Cliff hanger, dun, dun, dun, dunnnn. :-P
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