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CHAPTER 1: The Dream, The Photograph
Chammy Coritsi lay on a hammock in the backyard of the little cottage- like home in the southern region of England. She was basking in the glory of the morning sun as she swayed the hammock gently. Pushing her dark brown hair of her fair face, she turned to her side to avoid the sun hitting her eyes.
As she lay there, she got drowsy and as she stretched her arms in a yawn she remembered her dream the night before. She had the same dream a couple of times before and other similar dreams countless of times. There was always this young boy, around the age of fifteen, not far from her own age. The boy had unruly black hair and sharp emerald-green eyes. In her dream the boy was dressed in scarlet and gold robes and weirdly enough, he was aboard a broomstick flying in top speed, racing after a little gold sphere that had silvery-white wings, a snitch.
Chammy didn't really find it weird. She knew what was going on. She knew what quidditch was, so she just smiled as she recalled the boy catching the snitch and quickly landing on the grassy quiddtch ground as he waved the snitch proudly in the air. And in a blink of an eye, scarlet and gold figures swarmed him down at the pitch, his teammates. They were all laughing and smiling and crying as they mounted the boy on their shoulders. But just as the boy had been put back down on the ground, a dark cloud hovered above them, sending angry green lightning bolts at them, hitting the young boy y on his forehead - sending him down on the ground, unconscious.
Chammy had jerked awake at this point, sweaty and out of breath, as though she had been running. She was frightened and terrified, she knew the boy in her dreams, Harry Potter. She knew what quidditch was and where it was being played. She knew all about witches and wizards and about Hogwarts. But most especially, she knew about Harry, The Boy Who Lived and of Voldemort, He Who Shall Not Be Named.
Chammy was no witch - she was a muggle. But she knew the story of Harry and how he defeated the great Lord Voldemort when he was just a baby. She knew of all these, it was of some silly folktale her old Nanny used to tell her before she slept.
Chammy felt her eyes moisten as she remembered Sofia, her nana, who had been with her ever since her mum died when she was only three. Although Mr Coritsi was caring enough, he couldn't take care of Chammy on his own, so he hired Sofia to help him around the house.
Sofia herself looked like a witch with flowing black hair with grey streaks due to her old age. But Chammy loved Sofia and she smiled at the thought of her childhood when Sofia would put her to sleep - telling her the story of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
The thing that confused Chammy though was the dreams she's been having lately. She had known of Harry Potter since she was three, but the dreams had only come now. Why though? Chammy often wondered. Why only now? Chammy's reverie was cut short as she heard her father call out from their kitchen window.
"Chammy, pet," called out her dad as he leaned out the window, "time for lunch."
"Alrigh' father," Chammy answered as she got out of the hammock.
As she walked towards the kitchen door, she noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. Curious, Chammy picked it up and felt her heart burst with emotions as she saw what the paper was. It was a picture of her mum, happy - with the wind blowing back her hair and laughing at the camera. Chammy missed her mum, but she wondered what the photograph was doing outside. So she decided to bring it back inside.
"Chammy, love!" her dad called again.
"Coming dad!"
Turning the doorknob, Chammy suddenly felt herself lurch forward and fall through space. The wind was so fast she had to shut her eyes. She didn't know what was happening but she waited for the hurt she'd feel, as she would fall to the ground. And soon after, it came with a loud thud.
Chammy lay in a heap on the ground; she felt her hips and legs hurt all over. As she opened her eyes she felt the sunlight glaring at her. Suddenly, dizziness overcame her. She looked around, her kitchen gone. So were her backyard, hammock and whole house for that matter.
"Where am I?" she thought to herself.
As she tried to support herself with her hands to get up, she noticed the cobblestone floor, but her hands gave up letting her fall back down to the ground.
"You need help there, miss?' she heard someone say.
She looked up to see a young boy, quite familiar though to her eyes. She's seen him before, but where? She doesn't remember. "I'm not sure," she said out loud.
The boy reached out his hands to help her get up. Taking it, Chammy once again looked at her surroundings. Weird. There was a little store in front her that had a sign that read Zonko's Joe Shop. She's never heard of that store before, and Zonko for that matter.
"You 'kay miss?" the boy asked as Chammy was finally upright.
"Uh, yeah. I s'pose so."
"Hi, I'm Harry by the way," the boy said with a soft smile, "Harry Potter."
Chammy's eyes widened as she now remembered where she had seen the boy before - in her dreams.
**** End of Chapter One ****
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CHAPTER 1: The Dream, The Photograph
Chammy Coritsi lay on a hammock in the backyard of the little cottage- like home in the southern region of England. She was basking in the glory of the morning sun as she swayed the hammock gently. Pushing her dark brown hair of her fair face, she turned to her side to avoid the sun hitting her eyes.
As she lay there, she got drowsy and as she stretched her arms in a yawn she remembered her dream the night before. She had the same dream a couple of times before and other similar dreams countless of times. There was always this young boy, around the age of fifteen, not far from her own age. The boy had unruly black hair and sharp emerald-green eyes. In her dream the boy was dressed in scarlet and gold robes and weirdly enough, he was aboard a broomstick flying in top speed, racing after a little gold sphere that had silvery-white wings, a snitch.
Chammy didn't really find it weird. She knew what was going on. She knew what quidditch was, so she just smiled as she recalled the boy catching the snitch and quickly landing on the grassy quiddtch ground as he waved the snitch proudly in the air. And in a blink of an eye, scarlet and gold figures swarmed him down at the pitch, his teammates. They were all laughing and smiling and crying as they mounted the boy on their shoulders. But just as the boy had been put back down on the ground, a dark cloud hovered above them, sending angry green lightning bolts at them, hitting the young boy y on his forehead - sending him down on the ground, unconscious.
Chammy had jerked awake at this point, sweaty and out of breath, as though she had been running. She was frightened and terrified, she knew the boy in her dreams, Harry Potter. She knew what quidditch was and where it was being played. She knew all about witches and wizards and about Hogwarts. But most especially, she knew about Harry, The Boy Who Lived and of Voldemort, He Who Shall Not Be Named.
Chammy was no witch - she was a muggle. But she knew the story of Harry and how he defeated the great Lord Voldemort when he was just a baby. She knew of all these, it was of some silly folktale her old Nanny used to tell her before she slept.
Chammy felt her eyes moisten as she remembered Sofia, her nana, who had been with her ever since her mum died when she was only three. Although Mr Coritsi was caring enough, he couldn't take care of Chammy on his own, so he hired Sofia to help him around the house.
Sofia herself looked like a witch with flowing black hair with grey streaks due to her old age. But Chammy loved Sofia and she smiled at the thought of her childhood when Sofia would put her to sleep - telling her the story of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
The thing that confused Chammy though was the dreams she's been having lately. She had known of Harry Potter since she was three, but the dreams had only come now. Why though? Chammy often wondered. Why only now? Chammy's reverie was cut short as she heard her father call out from their kitchen window.
"Chammy, pet," called out her dad as he leaned out the window, "time for lunch."
"Alrigh' father," Chammy answered as she got out of the hammock.
As she walked towards the kitchen door, she noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. Curious, Chammy picked it up and felt her heart burst with emotions as she saw what the paper was. It was a picture of her mum, happy - with the wind blowing back her hair and laughing at the camera. Chammy missed her mum, but she wondered what the photograph was doing outside. So she decided to bring it back inside.
"Chammy, love!" her dad called again.
"Coming dad!"
Turning the doorknob, Chammy suddenly felt herself lurch forward and fall through space. The wind was so fast she had to shut her eyes. She didn't know what was happening but she waited for the hurt she'd feel, as she would fall to the ground. And soon after, it came with a loud thud.
Chammy lay in a heap on the ground; she felt her hips and legs hurt all over. As she opened her eyes she felt the sunlight glaring at her. Suddenly, dizziness overcame her. She looked around, her kitchen gone. So were her backyard, hammock and whole house for that matter.
"Where am I?" she thought to herself.
As she tried to support herself with her hands to get up, she noticed the cobblestone floor, but her hands gave up letting her fall back down to the ground.
"You need help there, miss?' she heard someone say.
She looked up to see a young boy, quite familiar though to her eyes. She's seen him before, but where? She doesn't remember. "I'm not sure," she said out loud.
The boy reached out his hands to help her get up. Taking it, Chammy once again looked at her surroundings. Weird. There was a little store in front her that had a sign that read Zonko's Joe Shop. She's never heard of that store before, and Zonko for that matter.
"You 'kay miss?" the boy asked as Chammy was finally upright.
"Uh, yeah. I s'pose so."
"Hi, I'm Harry by the way," the boy said with a soft smile, "Harry Potter."
Chammy's eyes widened as she now remembered where she had seen the boy before - in her dreams.
**** End of Chapter One ****
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