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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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The girl looked down at her, she had deep, black eyes that poured into your soul.
"Are you ok?" She questioned, sitting down, across from her.
"Um..not exactly, who are you?" Chloe asked hesitantly.
The young girl looked above Chloe's head to the water dripping rapidly. "We don't have much time." She said hurriedly "I've been send to give you a message"
Chloe sat there, staring blankly.
"A message? What do you mean? Not much time for what?" She shot questions at the girl hastily.
She giggled. "You're just like your father, you know? No, wait, you don't." She muttered, letting out a girly giggle. "You've got to remember!" She exclaimed, as firmly as a girl her age could. "You must remember this room, common', you came here EVERY night!" The girl had rose to her feet by this time in the conversation.
"How do you know all this? And I've never been here other then my dream the other night" She felt stupid telling this to a 5 year old stranger.
"That was a recollection, you'll continue seeing them and you will remember, sooner or later." The girl started shaking again, like in her dream, but she continued talking, pacing the room in miniature steps. "You'll be sent back, the time has come for you to return home, the time has arrived that they need you. You're their missing link." She continued quivering. Chloe didn't comprehend any of this, none of it made sense.
"You'll go b..b..back when the raindrops get huge." She stuttered.
"What do you mean? Who are you and what do you mean little girl? What's your name? Where are you from? Where am I? Who needs me?" These were all the questions running through her mind.
"You'll know, break the spell Chloe, you know you can, it'll all be there and you'll know what to.." She vanished again.
Chloe threw her hand into the cement in anger. "AGGGHHHH!" she screeched, forgetting she was sitting on cold, hard cement for the first time since she got there.
Jumping up drenched, cold and confused, she started to pace back and forth. She didn't understand a thing that the girl had just said to her at all, what was she suppose to do and when did she get to leave? Chloe wanted to get out of this place, she kicked the wall, and slipped backwards in one of the puddles of water laying on the ground, but the teenager didn't hit the floor; she fell once again, the same feeling as before, down, down, down.
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Chloe's eyes flew open, she jolted up, drenched in water, choking slightly, she started to cough and splutter while someone thumped her repeatedly on the back.
"You right there, Chloe?" An older voice asked from behind her. Taking deep breaths she devoured as much oxygen as she could and looked at the person who had been behind her, now sitting a small space away from her, a miniature pool of water lying between them. It was the Mirada prefect, Jenna Foster.
"Yeah" Chloe replied, still kinda dazed, she looked around; she was on the marble staircase, surrounded by a large pond of water, her bra visible through her now clear top, clinging to her like her skirt.
"Um.." she pointed to the puddle. "Busting to go?" She questioned, grinning. "What happened here?" She questioned, kneading her forehead, a major headache pounding inside her skull, like the beat of a drum.
Jen chuckled, adjusting her socks, an exceedingly shiny silver prefects badge glinting on her collar. "Haha, very funny. No for a matter of fact, you were running down the stairs and I walked around the corner and we collided. You were out cold for like 6 minutes, it was scary, I tried shooting water at you but, well, it didn't have much use now, did it?"
Chloe bit her lip, she didn't want to get points abducted from Piense because she was running down the stairs; Maybe if she sweet talked Jen, but before she had time to think of an excuse the prefect continued.
"I would take points, but seeming I was looking for you, and I kinda, ran into you" Chloe giggled
"You were looking for me?" She questioned, taking a serious tone to her voice.
Helping Chloe up with a spare hand she pointed up the stairs "The headmistress wants to see you in her office" She said, deprecatingly.
"Oh.right" Chloe grabbed her backpack off Jenna.
"An inkbottle broke, but you're books didn't get stained." She beamed cheerfully.
"Thanks, I'll see you round then" And started jogging up the stairs, water squelching in her shoes.
"No running" Jenna yelled after her. She turned the corner and continued trotting along the corridor, looking around. Everyone was already in first period. Ascending two flights of stairs and along a lengthy passageway, teachers' work offices running down either side, along with the staff room. She halted at a granite statue of a famous wizard, taking a piece of gum and tossing it into her mouth, she rubbed her temples.
"Casper." The muggle names her grandmother used for passwords. She shook her head and stepped through the entrance that appeared in front of her. She expressed her thanks to the statue and descended down the timber staircase that led to the Headmistresses office.
Reaching the sitting room she walked over to the office door and tapped three times, which opened magically, revealing her mother, in silver silk robes and her grandmother, dressed in purple velvet. They took one look at her and stared, open-mouthed at her.
"Good morning" Chloe said cheerily, descending the few steps into her Grandmother's office.
Her Nan sat behind her large mahogany desk, a small smile on her lips, as for her mother, she stood, an expression of shock spread across her face.
Discarding her bag behind a chair she went to sit down when her mother spoke, causing her to remain standing.
"What happened to you Chloe? Why are you all wet?" Her mother eyed her up and down.
Chloe glanced downwards at her uniform, recollecting she was soaking wet. "Oh..um..long story." She replied, trying to look innocent. Her mother walked over and desiccated her uniform and tangled hair with her wand.
"There." Her mother said, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"Thankyou" Chloe replied taking a seat. She glanced across the table at the Headmistress, she was looking out the window, lost in thought. Chloe didn't know what to do; she gazed at the gold nameplate in front of her. " What did you want to talk to me about?" She questioned, looking up at her Grandmother once more.
The elderly lady sat there, fierce blue eyes searching for the words to speak. She cleared her throat, sitting back in her chair. "This is going to be hard to understand" She paused. "We can't explain everything to you now, when the time comes you'll understand."
Chloe raised an eyebrow questioningly. It was going to be a perplexing day she thought. "Ok, well, tell me what you can." Feeling somewhat interested as a hammer beat rhythmically at the back of her head.
"You've got to leave." Her mother burst out.
Chloe looked over at her, her eyebrow remaining raised. "Errm" Chloe glanced over at her Grandmother, inquisitively.
"You're mother's right, you have to leave. You've got to go to somewhere you'll be safe. To where you're mother went to school." She answered simply.
"Hogwarts?" She stared blankly at the principal, repeating herself. "Hogwarts..But that's in "E-England!" Her eyes widened. There was no way she was going to England with no friends or family, she'd be all alone
"We're aware of that Chloe." Her Grandmother's eyes gave her a searching look.
"But, but why England?" She asked unevenly, gnawing at her neat, lengthy nails.
"Because you have English blood, and we know you'll be safe there." She explained simply.
"Safe from what exactly?" Chloe queried.
"Unfortunately the first question you ask is one I cannot answer at the present time." Her caring face darkened.
"Ok then, when do I have to go?" She asked, hoping they were talking more into the future, like next year.
"Tonight." Her mother answered dully from beside her.
"WHAT?" Chloe jumped to her feet. "By myself? Tonight? I wont know anyone!" She started pacing back and forth, she was extremely upset, she'd go crazy without her friends!
"We know that, but it has to be done, to secure your safety and wellbeing. You'll make new friends and Hogwarts is the best magical school in Europe, it will be good for your education."
Chloe stoped on the spot and swivelled around to look upon the only family she had. "Good grades? Is that all you care about? What about the fact I've known my friends forever! What if I don't want this? Why the sudden urge to change my life around?" Chloe was fuming, she could feel her face transform into a crimson shade as she spoke.
"Things have changed, it's not safe for you to be here anymore and that's that! This isn't something we are going to discus Chloe, it's been decided. We've spoken with the headmaster and they're expecting you to arrive there at 9:30am, meaning you will leave for Hogwarts 6:30 tonight." Her mother fixed her with a disdainful glance.
"Fine, fine, I'll go" Chloe agreed snappily, there was nothing more she could do. She looked over at her Grandmother with pleading eyes, her face showing mercy and understanding, unlike her Mother, who she knew cared for her and loved her more then anything, but she didn't want to see her daughter leave. She held fear in her eyes. Something that made Chloe uneasy, as her Mother was a strict woman who only displayed fright in extremely formidable situations, none of which Chloe had hit in her life, until the present time.
"What now, then?" Chloe flopped into her seat, wondering how in hell she had recovered from her headache in such a short period of ranting.
"Well, you'll have to get some new, warmer, garments; winter is fast approaching there and top up your equipment, our school year is nearly over and their's is has just begun."
"So I'll be in year 5?" Her eyes grew wide.
"Well, yes." Her mother responded, her Grandmother seemed to have taken a step out of the conversation, amusing herself by watching emerald, her pet Augurey snapping at surrounding insects.
"And when am I going to have time to purchase this vital equipment? I have school until 3:30, then study, training and drama class this evening." She paused. "Yeah, I can pick it all up in the 30 minutes before I leave and pack my bag" She spoke with sarcasm.
"With your Grandmother's consent, you'd be given the day off to acquire the objects you need, a friend would accompany ofcourse, with the approval of her father. Her Mother added.
Chloe squealed and looked at her Nan. "Please?" She begged, flashing her with big, black puppy dog eyes.
The headmistress smiled and nodded. "Alright, but you better hurry off and get Morgan, you're wasting time sitting around here."
Chloe jumped up and ran around to the other side of the desk, hugging her Grandmother. "May I please have an out-of-class slip?" She added with a smile. Morgan and Chloe were both known to be polite, charming girls, but when together they were renowned for joking around and without a slip from a professor, they'd think twice. The girls were known for spending weekends having fun at muggle shopping malls. They'd follow people from one end to the next, turning heads with their discussions on the wizarding world and meowing frequently. They didn't only turn heads for talking strangely and making noises. Both girls were immensely involved in Wizard and Muggle acting and modelling. Equally recognized faces of Teen Witch Australia, Billywig Blether, Gizbourne gossip and various muggle teen magazines. Morgan had been a part of the industry since a young age, unlike Chloe who had only started a few years prior; they both attended classes three times a week, not that it was necessary. They also trained younger children when they had the time, but between Quidditch, school, study, dancing and their own drama classes time wasn't found easily, and they kept their weekends free, for their own leisure activities.
Her Grandmother handed her a small slip of parchment, she hugged her Nan hastily and skipped out of the room to go drag Morgan out of Potions class.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long to write guys, I couldn't find spit out the appropriate words. I hope you guys like, tell me whatcha thinking, all reviews are greatly appreciated.
Love always, Chloe. 3
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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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The girl looked down at her, she had deep, black eyes that poured into your soul.
"Are you ok?" She questioned, sitting down, across from her.
"Um..not exactly, who are you?" Chloe asked hesitantly.
The young girl looked above Chloe's head to the water dripping rapidly. "We don't have much time." She said hurriedly "I've been send to give you a message"
Chloe sat there, staring blankly.
"A message? What do you mean? Not much time for what?" She shot questions at the girl hastily.
She giggled. "You're just like your father, you know? No, wait, you don't." She muttered, letting out a girly giggle. "You've got to remember!" She exclaimed, as firmly as a girl her age could. "You must remember this room, common', you came here EVERY night!" The girl had rose to her feet by this time in the conversation.
"How do you know all this? And I've never been here other then my dream the other night" She felt stupid telling this to a 5 year old stranger.
"That was a recollection, you'll continue seeing them and you will remember, sooner or later." The girl started shaking again, like in her dream, but she continued talking, pacing the room in miniature steps. "You'll be sent back, the time has come for you to return home, the time has arrived that they need you. You're their missing link." She continued quivering. Chloe didn't comprehend any of this, none of it made sense.
"You'll go b..b..back when the raindrops get huge." She stuttered.
"What do you mean? Who are you and what do you mean little girl? What's your name? Where are you from? Where am I? Who needs me?" These were all the questions running through her mind.
"You'll know, break the spell Chloe, you know you can, it'll all be there and you'll know what to.." She vanished again.
Chloe threw her hand into the cement in anger. "AGGGHHHH!" she screeched, forgetting she was sitting on cold, hard cement for the first time since she got there.
Jumping up drenched, cold and confused, she started to pace back and forth. She didn't understand a thing that the girl had just said to her at all, what was she suppose to do and when did she get to leave? Chloe wanted to get out of this place, she kicked the wall, and slipped backwards in one of the puddles of water laying on the ground, but the teenager didn't hit the floor; she fell once again, the same feeling as before, down, down, down.
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Chloe's eyes flew open, she jolted up, drenched in water, choking slightly, she started to cough and splutter while someone thumped her repeatedly on the back.
"You right there, Chloe?" An older voice asked from behind her. Taking deep breaths she devoured as much oxygen as she could and looked at the person who had been behind her, now sitting a small space away from her, a miniature pool of water lying between them. It was the Mirada prefect, Jenna Foster.
"Yeah" Chloe replied, still kinda dazed, she looked around; she was on the marble staircase, surrounded by a large pond of water, her bra visible through her now clear top, clinging to her like her skirt.
"Um.." she pointed to the puddle. "Busting to go?" She questioned, grinning. "What happened here?" She questioned, kneading her forehead, a major headache pounding inside her skull, like the beat of a drum.
Jen chuckled, adjusting her socks, an exceedingly shiny silver prefects badge glinting on her collar. "Haha, very funny. No for a matter of fact, you were running down the stairs and I walked around the corner and we collided. You were out cold for like 6 minutes, it was scary, I tried shooting water at you but, well, it didn't have much use now, did it?"
Chloe bit her lip, she didn't want to get points abducted from Piense because she was running down the stairs; Maybe if she sweet talked Jen, but before she had time to think of an excuse the prefect continued.
"I would take points, but seeming I was looking for you, and I kinda, ran into you" Chloe giggled
"You were looking for me?" She questioned, taking a serious tone to her voice.
Helping Chloe up with a spare hand she pointed up the stairs "The headmistress wants to see you in her office" She said, deprecatingly.
"Oh.right" Chloe grabbed her backpack off Jenna.
"An inkbottle broke, but you're books didn't get stained." She beamed cheerfully.
"Thanks, I'll see you round then" And started jogging up the stairs, water squelching in her shoes.
"No running" Jenna yelled after her. She turned the corner and continued trotting along the corridor, looking around. Everyone was already in first period. Ascending two flights of stairs and along a lengthy passageway, teachers' work offices running down either side, along with the staff room. She halted at a granite statue of a famous wizard, taking a piece of gum and tossing it into her mouth, she rubbed her temples.
"Casper." The muggle names her grandmother used for passwords. She shook her head and stepped through the entrance that appeared in front of her. She expressed her thanks to the statue and descended down the timber staircase that led to the Headmistresses office.
Reaching the sitting room she walked over to the office door and tapped three times, which opened magically, revealing her mother, in silver silk robes and her grandmother, dressed in purple velvet. They took one look at her and stared, open-mouthed at her.
"Good morning" Chloe said cheerily, descending the few steps into her Grandmother's office.
Her Nan sat behind her large mahogany desk, a small smile on her lips, as for her mother, she stood, an expression of shock spread across her face.
Discarding her bag behind a chair she went to sit down when her mother spoke, causing her to remain standing.
"What happened to you Chloe? Why are you all wet?" Her mother eyed her up and down.
Chloe glanced downwards at her uniform, recollecting she was soaking wet. "Oh..um..long story." She replied, trying to look innocent. Her mother walked over and desiccated her uniform and tangled hair with her wand.
"There." Her mother said, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"Thankyou" Chloe replied taking a seat. She glanced across the table at the Headmistress, she was looking out the window, lost in thought. Chloe didn't know what to do; she gazed at the gold nameplate in front of her. " What did you want to talk to me about?" She questioned, looking up at her Grandmother once more.
The elderly lady sat there, fierce blue eyes searching for the words to speak. She cleared her throat, sitting back in her chair. "This is going to be hard to understand" She paused. "We can't explain everything to you now, when the time comes you'll understand."
Chloe raised an eyebrow questioningly. It was going to be a perplexing day she thought. "Ok, well, tell me what you can." Feeling somewhat interested as a hammer beat rhythmically at the back of her head.
"You've got to leave." Her mother burst out.
Chloe looked over at her, her eyebrow remaining raised. "Errm" Chloe glanced over at her Grandmother, inquisitively.
"You're mother's right, you have to leave. You've got to go to somewhere you'll be safe. To where you're mother went to school." She answered simply.
"Hogwarts?" She stared blankly at the principal, repeating herself. "Hogwarts..But that's in "E-England!" Her eyes widened. There was no way she was going to England with no friends or family, she'd be all alone
"We're aware of that Chloe." Her Grandmother's eyes gave her a searching look.
"But, but why England?" She asked unevenly, gnawing at her neat, lengthy nails.
"Because you have English blood, and we know you'll be safe there." She explained simply.
"Safe from what exactly?" Chloe queried.
"Unfortunately the first question you ask is one I cannot answer at the present time." Her caring face darkened.
"Ok then, when do I have to go?" She asked, hoping they were talking more into the future, like next year.
"Tonight." Her mother answered dully from beside her.
"WHAT?" Chloe jumped to her feet. "By myself? Tonight? I wont know anyone!" She started pacing back and forth, she was extremely upset, she'd go crazy without her friends!
"We know that, but it has to be done, to secure your safety and wellbeing. You'll make new friends and Hogwarts is the best magical school in Europe, it will be good for your education."
Chloe stoped on the spot and swivelled around to look upon the only family she had. "Good grades? Is that all you care about? What about the fact I've known my friends forever! What if I don't want this? Why the sudden urge to change my life around?" Chloe was fuming, she could feel her face transform into a crimson shade as she spoke.
"Things have changed, it's not safe for you to be here anymore and that's that! This isn't something we are going to discus Chloe, it's been decided. We've spoken with the headmaster and they're expecting you to arrive there at 9:30am, meaning you will leave for Hogwarts 6:30 tonight." Her mother fixed her with a disdainful glance.
"Fine, fine, I'll go" Chloe agreed snappily, there was nothing more she could do. She looked over at her Grandmother with pleading eyes, her face showing mercy and understanding, unlike her Mother, who she knew cared for her and loved her more then anything, but she didn't want to see her daughter leave. She held fear in her eyes. Something that made Chloe uneasy, as her Mother was a strict woman who only displayed fright in extremely formidable situations, none of which Chloe had hit in her life, until the present time.
"What now, then?" Chloe flopped into her seat, wondering how in hell she had recovered from her headache in such a short period of ranting.
"Well, you'll have to get some new, warmer, garments; winter is fast approaching there and top up your equipment, our school year is nearly over and their's is has just begun."
"So I'll be in year 5?" Her eyes grew wide.
"Well, yes." Her mother responded, her Grandmother seemed to have taken a step out of the conversation, amusing herself by watching emerald, her pet Augurey snapping at surrounding insects.
"And when am I going to have time to purchase this vital equipment? I have school until 3:30, then study, training and drama class this evening." She paused. "Yeah, I can pick it all up in the 30 minutes before I leave and pack my bag" She spoke with sarcasm.
"With your Grandmother's consent, you'd be given the day off to acquire the objects you need, a friend would accompany ofcourse, with the approval of her father. Her Mother added.
Chloe squealed and looked at her Nan. "Please?" She begged, flashing her with big, black puppy dog eyes.
The headmistress smiled and nodded. "Alright, but you better hurry off and get Morgan, you're wasting time sitting around here."
Chloe jumped up and ran around to the other side of the desk, hugging her Grandmother. "May I please have an out-of-class slip?" She added with a smile. Morgan and Chloe were both known to be polite, charming girls, but when together they were renowned for joking around and without a slip from a professor, they'd think twice. The girls were known for spending weekends having fun at muggle shopping malls. They'd follow people from one end to the next, turning heads with their discussions on the wizarding world and meowing frequently. They didn't only turn heads for talking strangely and making noises. Both girls were immensely involved in Wizard and Muggle acting and modelling. Equally recognized faces of Teen Witch Australia, Billywig Blether, Gizbourne gossip and various muggle teen magazines. Morgan had been a part of the industry since a young age, unlike Chloe who had only started a few years prior; they both attended classes three times a week, not that it was necessary. They also trained younger children when they had the time, but between Quidditch, school, study, dancing and their own drama classes time wasn't found easily, and they kept their weekends free, for their own leisure activities.
Her Grandmother handed her a small slip of parchment, she hugged her Nan hastily and skipped out of the room to go drag Morgan out of Potions class.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long to write guys, I couldn't find spit out the appropriate words. I hope you guys like, tell me whatcha thinking, all reviews are greatly appreciated.
Love always, Chloe. 3
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