OK people are a little confused on what all has happened...
Since this is a prequel, I'm not pouring my heart and soul into this (if you couldn't tell) (I'm saving the pouring for the actually story (sequel)).
So what happened is that Harry, after the year was over at Hogwarts, he goes and stays the summer at Chanse's farm house. Then Chanse's parents buys Chanse and Harry tickets back to Maui, Hawaii to see all of Chanse's old friends.
Chanse can't tell her friends, because her friends are Muggles, and they don't know Chanse is a witch, and she's not allowed to tell them no matter what.
And when Chanse leaves, and she makes the snow fall, and it's symbolizes the four friends (Nikki, Chanse, Eve, and Lin) coming back together...well Chanse makes it fall to show that she will return to them some day, but right now she has to go back to Hogwarts.
Anymore questions I don't solve, I'm really sorry, I just am, sort of, into this one....I really like chapter 4,5, and 6...I hope you do to! (by the way, in the prequel there's only 6 Chapters, and then I start posting for the sequel, but they thing is all next week 12/16/02 - 12/19/02 I have final exams! AHHHHHHHHH! Anyways...So I'm going to post the first chapter of my sequel after them.)
On with the story...
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"Oh Harry," Hagrid yelled, as he ran out from the kitchen, with a little apron on and mittens, "Chanse!" He picked both them up in his arms, and squeezed them tightly, "I missed you two so much!"
"Hagrid...can't breathe." Harry gasped, as he tried to squirm out of Hagrid's tight grasp.
"Oh sorry," Hagrid dropped the two kids to their feet, and walked back in the kitchen with the two kids following behind him.
"So how was life here while we were in Hawaii?" Chanse asked, as she tossed a mint humbug in her mouth.
"Oh just fine, just fine," Hagrid laughed as he pulled cookies out of the oven, "You got a letter from Hogwarts though."
"I did?" Chanse asked surprised.
"Yes you did," Harry laughed, as he set the cookies down, "It's over on the counter over there." Hagrid pointed to the kitchen counter.
Chanse looked over and saw a small white envelope on the counter. She walked over and picked it up and torn it open and read:
Foxlin Chanse Potter,
We, the faculty of Hogwarts, are writing you, on your summer vacation, to inform you that we would like you to return to Hogwarts for a day next week, on Monday. We only need you for one day...no longer, no shorter in time.
We are truly sorry about the inconvenience we hope you can make it on Monday.
See you then.
Head Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Albus Dumbledore
PS
No need to worry about whether to wear your robe or not...there is no need to.
Thank you again, and we are truly sorry for calling you in, but we need to.
"What's the day today?" Chanse asked, as she set down the letter.
"Sunday...why?" Harry questioned.
"What's the letter say?" Hagrid asked eagerly as he set a plate full of cookies down in the middle of the kitchen table.
"It said that I need to go back to Hogwarts on Monday...for only a day." Chanse softly gasped.
"That's strange." Harry laughed, as he took a bite of his cookie.
"What's strange?" Tom asked as he walked in the kitchen.
"Oh I need to be at Hogwarts on Monday." Chanse laughed, as she stole Harry's cookie.
"Hey that's my cookie!" Harry whined, as he watched Chanse finish his cookie.
"Oh there's plenty left." Chanse laughed.
"Yeah," Harry huffed, "So why couldn't you take a different one, and not mine?"
"Because I always eat the top cookie, and that's the one you took." Chanse smirked, as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Bitch." Harry coughed under his breath.
"I heard that." Chanse yelled from the living room.
"How could you hear that?" Harry yelled back.
"Harry drop it," Tom laughed as he read over the letter, "Chanse always has to be right...best to just agree."
Harry rolled his eyes, and snatched another cookie, and walked out of the kitchen.
"Hagrid?" Tom sat down at the table, "Do you know why Dumbledore wishes to see Chanse?"
"Not a clue." Hagrid laughed, as he pulled another batch of cookies out of the oven.
"Hagrid I think that is enough cookies." Tom laughed, as he watched Hagrid place the fresh cookies, on top of the other cookies.
"I suppose." Hagrid sighed.
The night went on and everyone went to sleep, except Chanse...
After Chanse made sure that Harry, and the rest of the house was asleep, she slipped out of her bed and into her bathrobe. She walked over to her closet door, and picked up her broom, and walked out onto her roof.
She mounted her broom, and flew up into the star-filled sky, "Mom?" Chanse whispered...nothing.
Suddenly and huge gust of wind blew all around Chanse. She tightly gripped the handle of her broom, and held on tightly as the wind whipped around her cold body.
"My Child." A wispy voice gasped.
"Mommy."Chanse said happily.
"How has your life been?"
"Just fine...How's the after life?"
"Same old things," Hailey laughed, "Anything new going on in your life?"
"Well Harry came home with us..."
"Harry?" Hailey gasped, "Harry Potter?"
"Yeah that's the one." Chanse smirked.
"May I see him?"
"Sure." Chanse directed her broom, and turned around and flew to her window and peeked in and saw Harry sleeping so peaceful, just like he did the night she went and saw him, after she was in Oliver's room.
"He looks so much like James." Hailey sighed.
"He looks like daddy?"
"Very much so." Hailey laughed.
Hailey looked over at Chanse, and saw her staring deeply at Harry, 'That's what my daddy looked like?' Chanse thought.
"So what else has happened to you?"
Chanse turned around and looked at Hailey and smiled, "Well Harry and I went back to Maui and saw my friends..."
"How was that?"
"AWESOME!" Chanse laughed, "And now I'm supposed to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow, just for a day, for something."
"What?"
"I don't know." Chanse laughed.
"Well, honey," Hailey smiled as she pushed a piece of Chanse's hair behind Chanse's ear, "you should go to bed now, if tomorrow you're supposed to go to Hogwarts." Hailey kissed Chanse's head.
Chanse closed her eyes, as she felt Hailey's cold warm-loving lips press against her forehead.
With a gust of wind, Hailey was gone as fast as she appeared. Chanse smiled and looked up at the tiny thumb-nail moon. She turned her broom around and flew back inside and went to bed.
The next morning the sunlight shined through the tiny crack in between the curtains and rolled over the ground and up onto the bed, and onto Chanse's face. Slowly her eyes began to open and then flutter open to the bright sun, "Damnit." Chanse sighed as she threw her sheet over her head.
"Chanse come on it's time to get up, to get ready to leave." Tom smiled as he opened the door, and walked in Chanse's room.
"Do I have to go?" Chanse sighed, as she watched her dad walk over tot eh curtains and throw them open, and it let the sunshine flood the room.
"Yes...come on," Tom laughed, as he walked over to the door and started out of the room, "out of bed." He closed the door behind him.
"Fine." Chanse sighed, as she rolled out of bed, and walked to her closet.
"So why does Dumbledore want you back?" Harry yawned as he slowly sat up in the bed.
Chanse walked back out of the closet, in some tight jeans, a spaghetti- strap tank-top, "I don't know," Chanse laughed as she slipped her sweatshirt over her head, "he didn't say." Chanse smirked.
"Oh...have fun." Harry smiled, as laid back down in the bed.
"I'll try." Chanse rolled her eyes, and then she laughed and walked out of her room.
When she got downstairs she ate breakfast with Hagrid, Heather, and Tom. "Chanse, Hagrid will be the one to take you to Hogwarts, ok?" Heather smiled.
"That's fine," Chanse smiled at Hagrid, "but why is he...no offense Hagrid..."
"None taken."
"Because we're going to stay here, and Hagrid has to get back to Hogwarts before the school year started, anyways." Tom laughed.
"Well come on Chanse, we ought to be going." Hagrid smiled, as he wiped his mouth of the crumbs, and stood up.
"Ok." Chanse took one last bite of her pancakes, and then followed Hagrid out to the car.
Hagrid said his last goodbyes to Heather, Tom, and Nora, while Chanse crawled in the car, and started to go to bed, "Chanse we'll be at the train station at six o'clock tonight, ok?" Tom smiled.
"And if you're staying later, or coming home earlier..."
"I know, mom, call you."
"Right," Heather smiled, "ok I love you."
"I love you too." Chanse kissed her mom, and Hagrid got in the car.
Hagrid and Chanse drove to the train station, and then boarded the Hogwarts Express and headed to Hogwarts once again. The whole way there Hagrid planned out his school year schedule and started to learn the new year's names. While Chanse curled up in the blanket that Hagrid had given her, after their first train ride, and went to bed.
When they reached Hogsmeade, they got off the train and rented a started to rent a carriage like the ones used to take the seventh years up to Hogwarts. "Hagrid we can't!" Chanse whined.
"We can't what?"
"Rent a carriage?"
"Why not you're a seventh year, you're going to be riding one of these in a few days." Hagrid laughed.
"That's just it," Chanse sighed, "I want to ride it IN A FEW DAYS, when I'm a official seventh year." Chanse said proudly.
"Fine," Hagrid turned back to the small Goblin at the desk, "We'll take..." Hagrid looked at the list of transportation to take, "the usual is fine." Hagrid smiled, as he slid a small coin bag across to the Goblin.
The Goblin handed him a ticket, and Chanse and Hagrid walked out of the transportation office, "What's the usual?" Chanse asked, staring up at Hagrid.
"That." Hagrid pointed forward at a beautiful huge brown motorcycle.
"I've always wanted to ride on one of those!" Chanse yelled as she ran to it and looked all around it.
"Well," Hagrid climbed on and strapped on his helmet, "let's go." He handed Chanse her helmet and watched her strap it on.
"Ok let's go." Chanse smiled as she got on the back of Hagrid, and wrapped her hands around, as much of Hagrid as she could. With a rev of the engine Hagrid and Chanse took flight into the sky, on their way to Hogwarts, on a flying motorcycle.
When Hagrid landed the motorcycle outside of his hut, Chanse jumped off the back, and ran towards Hogwarts, quickly taking off her helmet, and throwing back to Hagrid, as she pushed her way through the gates.
Chanse ran through the gates, and the sunlight the shown over the Gryffindor tower, poured over onto her face, and she came to a complete stopped and held her hand up to her face, to shield from the sunlight, and she looked all around the courtyard.
The same courtyard the she had first seen her true feelings for Oliver, the same courtyard where she practiced her Quidditch plays with her team, the same courtyard that made her fall in love, the same courtyard where she became friends with her enemy, the same courtyard that made her fall in love with Oliver.
Chanse sighed and stood up straight, pressed her shoulders back, held her head high and walked towards Dumbledore's office. When Chanse reached his office there was a note left for her:
This note only concerns Foxlin Chanse Potter,
The administrations of Hogwarts shall be eating lunch in the Great Hall, while we wait for you.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
Chanse took the note off his office door, and stuffed it into her jean pocket and headed towards the Great Hall. When she reached the Great Hall doors, she looked up to the ceiling where the giant doors stopped, and she slowly lowered her head down to the doorknob. She cautiously reached her hand out and softly gripped the doorknob, and began to push on it when she stopped and smirked, "I truly DO belong here." She laughed to herself.
"Yes you do Foxlin," a wise voice said from behind her.
"Hello Dumbledore." Chanse smiled as she turned around to greet the old wizard.
"Come Foxlin, we are all waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled, as he pushed the door open and followed behind Chanse as she walked in.
"Why was I called here?" Chanse softly asked, as she became a little intimidated by the High Table filled with teachers, all whom were staring at her and Dumbledore.
"In do time." Dumbledore whispered.
Chanse nodded her head and continued to follow Dumbledore up to the High Table. When she reached the front stairs she stopped and bowed her head, while Dumbledore walked around and sat down in the middle of the table.
Chanse looked at all the teacher's faces which were the same faces that they had all year round when they were teaching in Chanse's classes. She looked around and then off to the side of her was a small stool and the sorting hat on top of it.
"I see that you see the sorting hat as been brought out." Dumbledore chuckled.
"I know, for the new years."
"No...for you." McGonagall smirked, as she stood up and walked over to the stool and hat and picked them up and laid them in between Chanse and the High Table.
"Me?" Chanse asked confused, as she followed McGonagall's signal to come and sit.
"Yes Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "See the reason why the hat couldn't sort you last year is because it couldn't decide between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor..."
"I know and it choose Ravenclaw," Chanse urged, "I remember I was bummed at first but I got over it quickly." Chanse laughed.
"I noticed that you did become adjusted very quickly, but that not the case," Dumbledore softly spoke, "See the hat was actually not leaning towards Ravenclaw but towards Gryffindor."
"What?!" Chanse yelled jumping off the stoll before McGonagall could place the hat on her head.
"Yes, I know a shock," Dumbledore sighed, "but the thing is before you and Harry knew that you two were brother and sister we did...and we thought the best interest would be to put you in Ravenclaw, and away from Harry."
"But now that Harry and I know you want to resort me to see which house the hat REALLY picks, right?"
"Precisely." Dumbledore chuckled.
Chanse nodded her head, and sat back down on the stool, and McGonagall placed that hat on Chanse's head, and that hat came alive, "AH, Foxlin," again Chanse looked up at the hat, "I know, I know, you don't like Foxlin."
"So why do you still call me that?"
"Because I'm the hat and I can." The Sorting Hat snickered.
"And I'm me and I can still rip your seams."
"Miss. Potter!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.
"Are you SURE you don't want to be in Slytherin?" The hat chuckled.
"Actually I got a friend in Slytherin, so it's not that bad, but I would prefer not to be, thanks." Chanse laughed.
"Well, this one still would not be a true Slytherin, even though she could definitely make it," The hat gulped, as Chanse smiled evilly, "and NO WAY in Hufflepuff, you shall NOT go!
So where to put you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?" The hat thought, as it searched Chanse's brain, "Better make it..."
The teachers casually leaned forwards in eagerness as to what house Chanse was to be put into, "GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat cried out.
Professor McGonagall smiled at Chanse, and took the Sorting Hat off her head, and Chanse moved off the stool and stood in front of the High Table. "Very good Foxlin, you are to be placed in Gryffindor all along." Dumbledore smirked.
"I guess so." Chanse sighed.
"What's wrong?" Dumbledore softly spoke to Chanse.
"It's exciting because I have a bunch of friends in Gryffindor, but it's going to be hard to leave my family in Ravenclaw," Chanse looked over at Professor Flitwick, who had been her house professor last year.
"It's not like you will never see your Ravenclaw friends...I know it shall be hard, but you will soon adjusted...I promise."
Professor Flitwick stood up and walked over to Chanse, and gave her a big hug, "I know my darling I will miss you too," Flitwick laughed, trying not to cry, "but I will always think of you has a Ravenclaw." He softly whispered into her ear.
Chanse laughed, "And Professor McGonagall will just be like ANOTHER house professor to me, but you will always be my first house professor...always." Chanse whispered.
Chanse bowed her head to the High Table and then turned around and left Hogwarts and went back home.
Since this is a prequel, I'm not pouring my heart and soul into this (if you couldn't tell) (I'm saving the pouring for the actually story (sequel)).
So what happened is that Harry, after the year was over at Hogwarts, he goes and stays the summer at Chanse's farm house. Then Chanse's parents buys Chanse and Harry tickets back to Maui, Hawaii to see all of Chanse's old friends.
Chanse can't tell her friends, because her friends are Muggles, and they don't know Chanse is a witch, and she's not allowed to tell them no matter what.
And when Chanse leaves, and she makes the snow fall, and it's symbolizes the four friends (Nikki, Chanse, Eve, and Lin) coming back together...well Chanse makes it fall to show that she will return to them some day, but right now she has to go back to Hogwarts.
Anymore questions I don't solve, I'm really sorry, I just am, sort of, into this one....I really like chapter 4,5, and 6...I hope you do to! (by the way, in the prequel there's only 6 Chapters, and then I start posting for the sequel, but they thing is all next week 12/16/02 - 12/19/02 I have final exams! AHHHHHHHHH! Anyways...So I'm going to post the first chapter of my sequel after them.)
On with the story...
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"Oh Harry," Hagrid yelled, as he ran out from the kitchen, with a little apron on and mittens, "Chanse!" He picked both them up in his arms, and squeezed them tightly, "I missed you two so much!"
"Hagrid...can't breathe." Harry gasped, as he tried to squirm out of Hagrid's tight grasp.
"Oh sorry," Hagrid dropped the two kids to their feet, and walked back in the kitchen with the two kids following behind him.
"So how was life here while we were in Hawaii?" Chanse asked, as she tossed a mint humbug in her mouth.
"Oh just fine, just fine," Hagrid laughed as he pulled cookies out of the oven, "You got a letter from Hogwarts though."
"I did?" Chanse asked surprised.
"Yes you did," Harry laughed, as he set the cookies down, "It's over on the counter over there." Hagrid pointed to the kitchen counter.
Chanse looked over and saw a small white envelope on the counter. She walked over and picked it up and torn it open and read:
Foxlin Chanse Potter,
We, the faculty of Hogwarts, are writing you, on your summer vacation, to inform you that we would like you to return to Hogwarts for a day next week, on Monday. We only need you for one day...no longer, no shorter in time.
We are truly sorry about the inconvenience we hope you can make it on Monday.
See you then.
Head Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Albus Dumbledore
PS
No need to worry about whether to wear your robe or not...there is no need to.
Thank you again, and we are truly sorry for calling you in, but we need to.
"What's the day today?" Chanse asked, as she set down the letter.
"Sunday...why?" Harry questioned.
"What's the letter say?" Hagrid asked eagerly as he set a plate full of cookies down in the middle of the kitchen table.
"It said that I need to go back to Hogwarts on Monday...for only a day." Chanse softly gasped.
"That's strange." Harry laughed, as he took a bite of his cookie.
"What's strange?" Tom asked as he walked in the kitchen.
"Oh I need to be at Hogwarts on Monday." Chanse laughed, as she stole Harry's cookie.
"Hey that's my cookie!" Harry whined, as he watched Chanse finish his cookie.
"Oh there's plenty left." Chanse laughed.
"Yeah," Harry huffed, "So why couldn't you take a different one, and not mine?"
"Because I always eat the top cookie, and that's the one you took." Chanse smirked, as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Bitch." Harry coughed under his breath.
"I heard that." Chanse yelled from the living room.
"How could you hear that?" Harry yelled back.
"Harry drop it," Tom laughed as he read over the letter, "Chanse always has to be right...best to just agree."
Harry rolled his eyes, and snatched another cookie, and walked out of the kitchen.
"Hagrid?" Tom sat down at the table, "Do you know why Dumbledore wishes to see Chanse?"
"Not a clue." Hagrid laughed, as he pulled another batch of cookies out of the oven.
"Hagrid I think that is enough cookies." Tom laughed, as he watched Hagrid place the fresh cookies, on top of the other cookies.
"I suppose." Hagrid sighed.
The night went on and everyone went to sleep, except Chanse...
After Chanse made sure that Harry, and the rest of the house was asleep, she slipped out of her bed and into her bathrobe. She walked over to her closet door, and picked up her broom, and walked out onto her roof.
She mounted her broom, and flew up into the star-filled sky, "Mom?" Chanse whispered...nothing.
Suddenly and huge gust of wind blew all around Chanse. She tightly gripped the handle of her broom, and held on tightly as the wind whipped around her cold body.
"My Child." A wispy voice gasped.
"Mommy."Chanse said happily.
"How has your life been?"
"Just fine...How's the after life?"
"Same old things," Hailey laughed, "Anything new going on in your life?"
"Well Harry came home with us..."
"Harry?" Hailey gasped, "Harry Potter?"
"Yeah that's the one." Chanse smirked.
"May I see him?"
"Sure." Chanse directed her broom, and turned around and flew to her window and peeked in and saw Harry sleeping so peaceful, just like he did the night she went and saw him, after she was in Oliver's room.
"He looks so much like James." Hailey sighed.
"He looks like daddy?"
"Very much so." Hailey laughed.
Hailey looked over at Chanse, and saw her staring deeply at Harry, 'That's what my daddy looked like?' Chanse thought.
"So what else has happened to you?"
Chanse turned around and looked at Hailey and smiled, "Well Harry and I went back to Maui and saw my friends..."
"How was that?"
"AWESOME!" Chanse laughed, "And now I'm supposed to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow, just for a day, for something."
"What?"
"I don't know." Chanse laughed.
"Well, honey," Hailey smiled as she pushed a piece of Chanse's hair behind Chanse's ear, "you should go to bed now, if tomorrow you're supposed to go to Hogwarts." Hailey kissed Chanse's head.
Chanse closed her eyes, as she felt Hailey's cold warm-loving lips press against her forehead.
With a gust of wind, Hailey was gone as fast as she appeared. Chanse smiled and looked up at the tiny thumb-nail moon. She turned her broom around and flew back inside and went to bed.
The next morning the sunlight shined through the tiny crack in between the curtains and rolled over the ground and up onto the bed, and onto Chanse's face. Slowly her eyes began to open and then flutter open to the bright sun, "Damnit." Chanse sighed as she threw her sheet over her head.
"Chanse come on it's time to get up, to get ready to leave." Tom smiled as he opened the door, and walked in Chanse's room.
"Do I have to go?" Chanse sighed, as she watched her dad walk over tot eh curtains and throw them open, and it let the sunshine flood the room.
"Yes...come on," Tom laughed, as he walked over to the door and started out of the room, "out of bed." He closed the door behind him.
"Fine." Chanse sighed, as she rolled out of bed, and walked to her closet.
"So why does Dumbledore want you back?" Harry yawned as he slowly sat up in the bed.
Chanse walked back out of the closet, in some tight jeans, a spaghetti- strap tank-top, "I don't know," Chanse laughed as she slipped her sweatshirt over her head, "he didn't say." Chanse smirked.
"Oh...have fun." Harry smiled, as laid back down in the bed.
"I'll try." Chanse rolled her eyes, and then she laughed and walked out of her room.
When she got downstairs she ate breakfast with Hagrid, Heather, and Tom. "Chanse, Hagrid will be the one to take you to Hogwarts, ok?" Heather smiled.
"That's fine," Chanse smiled at Hagrid, "but why is he...no offense Hagrid..."
"None taken."
"Because we're going to stay here, and Hagrid has to get back to Hogwarts before the school year started, anyways." Tom laughed.
"Well come on Chanse, we ought to be going." Hagrid smiled, as he wiped his mouth of the crumbs, and stood up.
"Ok." Chanse took one last bite of her pancakes, and then followed Hagrid out to the car.
Hagrid said his last goodbyes to Heather, Tom, and Nora, while Chanse crawled in the car, and started to go to bed, "Chanse we'll be at the train station at six o'clock tonight, ok?" Tom smiled.
"And if you're staying later, or coming home earlier..."
"I know, mom, call you."
"Right," Heather smiled, "ok I love you."
"I love you too." Chanse kissed her mom, and Hagrid got in the car.
Hagrid and Chanse drove to the train station, and then boarded the Hogwarts Express and headed to Hogwarts once again. The whole way there Hagrid planned out his school year schedule and started to learn the new year's names. While Chanse curled up in the blanket that Hagrid had given her, after their first train ride, and went to bed.
When they reached Hogsmeade, they got off the train and rented a started to rent a carriage like the ones used to take the seventh years up to Hogwarts. "Hagrid we can't!" Chanse whined.
"We can't what?"
"Rent a carriage?"
"Why not you're a seventh year, you're going to be riding one of these in a few days." Hagrid laughed.
"That's just it," Chanse sighed, "I want to ride it IN A FEW DAYS, when I'm a official seventh year." Chanse said proudly.
"Fine," Hagrid turned back to the small Goblin at the desk, "We'll take..." Hagrid looked at the list of transportation to take, "the usual is fine." Hagrid smiled, as he slid a small coin bag across to the Goblin.
The Goblin handed him a ticket, and Chanse and Hagrid walked out of the transportation office, "What's the usual?" Chanse asked, staring up at Hagrid.
"That." Hagrid pointed forward at a beautiful huge brown motorcycle.
"I've always wanted to ride on one of those!" Chanse yelled as she ran to it and looked all around it.
"Well," Hagrid climbed on and strapped on his helmet, "let's go." He handed Chanse her helmet and watched her strap it on.
"Ok let's go." Chanse smiled as she got on the back of Hagrid, and wrapped her hands around, as much of Hagrid as she could. With a rev of the engine Hagrid and Chanse took flight into the sky, on their way to Hogwarts, on a flying motorcycle.
When Hagrid landed the motorcycle outside of his hut, Chanse jumped off the back, and ran towards Hogwarts, quickly taking off her helmet, and throwing back to Hagrid, as she pushed her way through the gates.
Chanse ran through the gates, and the sunlight the shown over the Gryffindor tower, poured over onto her face, and she came to a complete stopped and held her hand up to her face, to shield from the sunlight, and she looked all around the courtyard.
The same courtyard the she had first seen her true feelings for Oliver, the same courtyard where she practiced her Quidditch plays with her team, the same courtyard that made her fall in love, the same courtyard where she became friends with her enemy, the same courtyard that made her fall in love with Oliver.
Chanse sighed and stood up straight, pressed her shoulders back, held her head high and walked towards Dumbledore's office. When Chanse reached his office there was a note left for her:
This note only concerns Foxlin Chanse Potter,
The administrations of Hogwarts shall be eating lunch in the Great Hall, while we wait for you.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
Chanse took the note off his office door, and stuffed it into her jean pocket and headed towards the Great Hall. When she reached the Great Hall doors, she looked up to the ceiling where the giant doors stopped, and she slowly lowered her head down to the doorknob. She cautiously reached her hand out and softly gripped the doorknob, and began to push on it when she stopped and smirked, "I truly DO belong here." She laughed to herself.
"Yes you do Foxlin," a wise voice said from behind her.
"Hello Dumbledore." Chanse smiled as she turned around to greet the old wizard.
"Come Foxlin, we are all waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled, as he pushed the door open and followed behind Chanse as she walked in.
"Why was I called here?" Chanse softly asked, as she became a little intimidated by the High Table filled with teachers, all whom were staring at her and Dumbledore.
"In do time." Dumbledore whispered.
Chanse nodded her head and continued to follow Dumbledore up to the High Table. When she reached the front stairs she stopped and bowed her head, while Dumbledore walked around and sat down in the middle of the table.
Chanse looked at all the teacher's faces which were the same faces that they had all year round when they were teaching in Chanse's classes. She looked around and then off to the side of her was a small stool and the sorting hat on top of it.
"I see that you see the sorting hat as been brought out." Dumbledore chuckled.
"I know, for the new years."
"No...for you." McGonagall smirked, as she stood up and walked over to the stool and hat and picked them up and laid them in between Chanse and the High Table.
"Me?" Chanse asked confused, as she followed McGonagall's signal to come and sit.
"Yes Chanse," Dumbledore sighed, "See the reason why the hat couldn't sort you last year is because it couldn't decide between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor..."
"I know and it choose Ravenclaw," Chanse urged, "I remember I was bummed at first but I got over it quickly." Chanse laughed.
"I noticed that you did become adjusted very quickly, but that not the case," Dumbledore softly spoke, "See the hat was actually not leaning towards Ravenclaw but towards Gryffindor."
"What?!" Chanse yelled jumping off the stoll before McGonagall could place the hat on her head.
"Yes, I know a shock," Dumbledore sighed, "but the thing is before you and Harry knew that you two were brother and sister we did...and we thought the best interest would be to put you in Ravenclaw, and away from Harry."
"But now that Harry and I know you want to resort me to see which house the hat REALLY picks, right?"
"Precisely." Dumbledore chuckled.
Chanse nodded her head, and sat back down on the stool, and McGonagall placed that hat on Chanse's head, and that hat came alive, "AH, Foxlin," again Chanse looked up at the hat, "I know, I know, you don't like Foxlin."
"So why do you still call me that?"
"Because I'm the hat and I can." The Sorting Hat snickered.
"And I'm me and I can still rip your seams."
"Miss. Potter!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.
"Are you SURE you don't want to be in Slytherin?" The hat chuckled.
"Actually I got a friend in Slytherin, so it's not that bad, but I would prefer not to be, thanks." Chanse laughed.
"Well, this one still would not be a true Slytherin, even though she could definitely make it," The hat gulped, as Chanse smiled evilly, "and NO WAY in Hufflepuff, you shall NOT go!
So where to put you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?" The hat thought, as it searched Chanse's brain, "Better make it..."
The teachers casually leaned forwards in eagerness as to what house Chanse was to be put into, "GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat cried out.
Professor McGonagall smiled at Chanse, and took the Sorting Hat off her head, and Chanse moved off the stool and stood in front of the High Table. "Very good Foxlin, you are to be placed in Gryffindor all along." Dumbledore smirked.
"I guess so." Chanse sighed.
"What's wrong?" Dumbledore softly spoke to Chanse.
"It's exciting because I have a bunch of friends in Gryffindor, but it's going to be hard to leave my family in Ravenclaw," Chanse looked over at Professor Flitwick, who had been her house professor last year.
"It's not like you will never see your Ravenclaw friends...I know it shall be hard, but you will soon adjusted...I promise."
Professor Flitwick stood up and walked over to Chanse, and gave her a big hug, "I know my darling I will miss you too," Flitwick laughed, trying not to cry, "but I will always think of you has a Ravenclaw." He softly whispered into her ear.
Chanse laughed, "And Professor McGonagall will just be like ANOTHER house professor to me, but you will always be my first house professor...always." Chanse whispered.
Chanse bowed her head to the High Table and then turned around and left Hogwarts and went back home.