Chapter 15: All Will Be Answered
"What?" Chanse laid the newspaper on the bedside table and sat next to her mom, "What'd you say, mom?" Chanse asked.
"This was your mother's room." She said loudly and looked over at Chanse.
To Heather's surprise Chanse wasn't sad at all, "Well I guess like mother like daughter?" Chanse smiled and got up and started to unpack her bags. Heather let out a sigh and walked over to Chanse and kissed her head and walked out of the room.
Chanse finished unpacking, and walked over to her bed, sat down, and stared up at the ceiling, and began to think. "Do I like Oliver?" she whispered, then rolled over and threw her face into her pillows, "DUH! Of coarse I do." She rolled over on her back with a huge smile on her face. Then she slowly sat up and stopped smiling, "...but does he like me?" she thought.
"Hey Chanse," Hagrid walked into her room and sat down next to her, "What's wrong?"
"Um..." Chanse quickly thought up something, "I'm not playing Quidditch right now." She looked up and faked a smile.
"Chanse...really, what's wrong?" Hagrid nudged Chanse.
Chanse thought again for something more convincing, then wanting to play Quidditch, "I miss my friend back in Hawaii..." She looked down at her hands, and realized that was true too, "and I also miss my friends back at Hogwarts." Hagrid pulled Chanse to him and hugged her.
"Nothing, a little Quidditch can't cure." Hagrid slightly pushed Chanse off, still holding her arms, and smiled. Chanse nodded with a smiled, stood up, and pulled Hagrid off her bed.
"Your right..." She pushed him out, of her room, "...but I have to change."
"Hurry!" Hagrid yelled through the door as Chanse quickly changed into her workout clothes.
She flung the door opened and started to run out, but she remembered her broom. She turned around and ran back into her room and grabbed her broom.
She ran down her stairs, and ran out the door, nearly knocking her mom over. "CHANSE WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!" her mom yelled at her.
Chanse looked around for Hagrid but there was no sign of him...She quickly looked up into the sky and saw him. She started to run and jumped onto her broom and flew up next to Hagrid.
"You ready to do this?" Chanse smirked. Hagrid nodded and hit the ball towards the goals.
Chanse looked at Hagrid, and flew off and yelled at him, "Cheap shot...but I can handle them!" She smiled and swung in front of the ball and blocked in with her left arm. "You're going to have to try harder then that, Rubues." Hagrid cocked his head and hit the ball harder and with a backspin. Chanse quickly tried to block it. She flew as fast as she could to the third goal and blocked it.
Chanse looked at Hagrid and then looked in front of her and she was flying straight towards the third goal. She tried to stop her broom but it kept flying forward. She decided that the only thing she could do was jump off, and grab the goal.
She looked around, and jumped up, on her broom, like she about to ride a wave, then she jumped off and grabbed the goal, as her broom flew forward, then fell to the ground.
Hagrid, evilly, smiled and hit the ball to the goal on the other side of the ring Chanse was on. "No one calls me Rubues, except my mummy."
'Damnit.' She looked around and thought, of ways to stop the ball.
She quickly ran on the ring, over to the edge, and jumped to the next ring. She barely grabbed the ring, and Hagrid watched in fascination.
Chanse swung her leg up, pulled herself up, and ran across that ring, and jumped to hit the ball, without even thinking, she just cared about not letting that ball going threw her goal. But she had jumped too late and the ball went threw, and she fell to the ground.
"CHANSE!" Hagrid screamed as he flew to grab her.
Hagrid's scream carried to the house, and Chanse's parents came running out and saw their daughter lying, face down, in the dirt with Hagrid nettled down next to her.
"Chanse?" Heather whispered, as she watched Tom run over to her. Heather watched as Tom rolled Chanse over, and check for a pulse. First he checked her chest for a heartbeat. Heather watched closely. He lifted his head and looked back at Heather, with fear.
Heather ran over to Chanse's motionless body, on the ground, covered in dust. She pushed Tom out of the way, and checked Chanse's wrist...No pulse.
She checked her chest...No pulse. She slowly lifted Chanse's head up to her chest. "Chanse? Please say something, sweetheart."
Heather checked Chanse's neck...She got one!
Tears ran down Heather's face, as she laid her head on her daughters head and rocked back and forth.
"Please Heather, move." Heather looked up at Hagrid with hate and anger in her eyes.
"This is your fault, this happened, to my baby." Heather screamed at Hagrid, but all he did was ignored her and pulled Chanse's body out of Heather's hands, and walked to the house.
Tom bent down to Heather and picked her up, "It's his fault our baby's like that, Tom." Heather whispered. She turned and cried on her husband's shoulder and they walked, behind Hagrid, towards the house.
Hagrid walked into the living room and set Chanse down on the couch. Heather ran over to the couch and sat down next to her, and grabbed her hand.
Hagrid walked back in, with a first aid kit. He examined Chanse, closely.
"Is she going to be ok?" Heather looked up at Hagrid with tears in her eyes. Hagrid nodded, as he checked for any broken limbs. When he was done with that, he stood up and walked out of the room.
"No broke bones. She's just going to need some rest, and then she'll be back to herself, in no time. Maybe a little sore in the morning, but other wise, just fine." Hagrid said as he walked back into the room.
Tom looked down at Heather and placed his hand on her shoulder, "She's just unconscious.it's ok." Heather looked up at Hagrid and forced a smiled, and watched him picked up Chanse and carried her up to her room.
Hagrid placed her in her bed and covered her.
The night went on; Chanse never woke up that night till, late that night after everyone had fallen asleep.
At two o'clock in the morning, Chanse awoke to a strange light in her room. She turned her head into her pillow; then slowly opened her eyes. She turned back around and rubbed her eyes, and looked in front of her. She saw a figure in the light reaching out to grab her.
Chanse backed up as far as she could, and when she couldn't back up anymore, and got out of bed to run away, but as soon as she was standing up, out of bed, she couldn't hold herself up and fell down. She felt and cut her head on the side table.
She didn't lose consciousness right away; everything was in slow motion around her, though, and she couldn't move her body. She felt her body slowly fall to the ground and she couldn't figure out this figure. She watched the figure until she hit the ground, where she slowly blinked her eyes and saw the figure fade back into the wall, and then Chanse closed her eyes.
Heather woke up to huge thud. She quickly threw off her covers and ran into Chanse's room.
When she got in there she saw Chanse lying on the floor, unconscious, with blood coming from her head. Heather cupped her hands around her mouth and ran over to her daughter and grabbed a tissue, off of the table, and wiped the blood off her head.
She picked Chanse up, and placed her into her bed, and went into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. She walked back into Chanse's room and sat down next to Chanse, and began to mend to Chanse's cut.
"Chanse, what happened?" Heather whispered. After she was done she put gauze on her head, and taped it to her head. She kissed Chanse and walked to the door and looked back at Chanse. She held her tears back and went back to bed.
That night Chanse dreamed about having to make one of the hardest choices of her life.
She dreamt she was fighting something and she at first beat it, then later it came back. It was making Chanse have to choice whether she wanted to have her parents come back, and lose Harry and Oliver. To save Harry and Oliver, and for Chanse, to join its side. For her to give up Oliver, to save Harry and herself. Or for her to give up Harry, to its side, and have Oliver survive, and for her to get her parents back.
Chanse woke up that next morning panting and sweating, and she, quickly, looked around her room.
Then she got a stinging feeling in her head, she lifted her hand to her head and felt the gauze. She thought about what had happened yesterday...
She remembered running on the goals to stop the ball, and falling. She remembered thinking about liking Oliver. Then remembering Oliver, made Chanse think, "Does he like me? Or does he just want to use me?"
A few minutes later, Heather walked back into Chanse's room, where she found her daughter wide a wake sitting up in bed. "Chanse what happened to you least night? I came in here and you were on the ground, with your head cut open." Heather pointed to Chanse's head, as Chanse felt the gauze on her head, again.
"All I remember is seeing a huge light and a figure of something...or someone. I don't really know it's all really blurry." Heather shrugged and sat down next to Chanse and started to take off the gauze.
When she was finished taking it off she dropped the bloody gauze on the bed, and her mouth slowly dropped open. "What mom?"
Heather looked, quickly, down at the ground, and then she stood up and grabbed a mirror and moved Chanse's hair back on the side of her head. Chanse grabbed the mirror, from Heather's hand, and looked deep into it.
She saw that her cut had healed, but it had left and very small scare, on the side of her head, it was in the shape of a small lightning bolt.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and let the mirror slide out of her hands, and it hit the bed. Chanse rapped her right hand around her left hand, and then slid them past each other and around her waist, and then she began to shake. "Chanse? Are you ok?" Chanse quickly opened her eyes and looked up at her mom.
Heather became frightened, because Chanse had no emotions in her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was angry, sad, or anything.
Heather didn't know what she was supposed to do; she just sat there, on the bed, and watched Chanse stand up, very straight, and grabbed her ball and broom and walked out of the room.
Chanse walked down the hallway, down the stairs and walked outside. She opened the door and walked out into the field and looked to each side of her and mounted her broom, and flew up into the sky.
She flew up into the sky and turned and looked at her house and slowly turned her head and flew towards the goals, and faced them. "Chanse, you want me to play you, again?" Hagrid yelled from the ground.
Chanse looked down at him and nodded. Hagrid quickly smiled and jumped on his broom, and flew up next to Chanse, who tossed him the ball and flew over to the goals. "Ready?" Hagrid yelled, and Chanse nodded, and got ready.
Hagrid lightly hit the ball towards Chanse, who was set at the middle goal. Chanse sat up, and looked at Hagrid very upset, for hitting the ball so softly.
Chanse, evilly, smiled and hit the ball back, at Hagrid's head, as hard as she could. Hagrid quickly grabbed his bludger paddle, and whacked the ball back at her.
Chanse beat the ball back at him. Hagrid quickly grabbed the ball and flew over to Chanse and handed her the ball.
"Chanse something's bothering you. You're playing with pure forced, instead of playing with pure emotions, like you usually do...What's wrong?" Chanse looked at Hagrid.
"If you're not going to help me, then I don't want you to care about me." Chanse softly said, and flew past Hagrid, and into the woods.
"Chanse!" Hagrid yelled at Chanse, but she was to far away from him, "Damnit, that girl is seriously pissing me off, here." Hagrid turned his broom and flew back to the house, and told Chanse's parents.
"What? We have to go get her." Chanse's father yelled.
"Tom, she's to far away." Heather softly said.
Then a few minutes later, they heard a small thud on the roof. "I don't think we have to go looking for her, I think she's home." Hagrid said as he pointed to the roof.
Tom started to go out of the room to go talk to Chanse, but Heather quickly grabbed him. "No Tom! She upset just let her deal with it in her own way.
Last night she fell and cut her head, and it left a scare of a lightning bolt on the side of her head." Hagrid and Tom looked at each other and back at Heather.
"She's probably upset, cause the more and more she's around Harry, the more and more she finds out about him...and she sees how much he's like her. But she has to sit in the darkness, and never tell him." Tom sat back down and nodded.
Chanse sat up on the roof, outside her window, and watched the stars, and tried to figure out her life. She thought about Harry, and then Oliver. Why would Oliver use her? "Because Chanse, you're very pretty and a hard girl to crack. Oliver would become the most popular guy, in the group of guys, for be able to bang you." She thought.
"Fuck." She said, as she slammed down her foot on the roof. Chanse continued to think about how Oliver had made her feel, and how he was making her feel. Then she remembered how she had treated her family.
She stood up and walked into her room and set her broom down. She opened her door and walked out of her room and downstairs, and she walked into the kitchen where Hagrid, her mother, her father, and Hagrid's egg where all by the table. "Hi guys, I just wanted to..."
"Shhh! The egg's about to hatch." Hagrid hissed.
Chanse walked over to the table where the egg was just sitting there, wobbling back and forth.
A little later the egg began to crack, and the shell began to flake off the little dragon. Chanse watched in amazement as the little egg turned into a dragon.
When it was done hatching, the little dragon looked up at Chanse, and then looked around at all the people around him. It let out a little noise and they all sighed and then it stumbled its way to Chanse and looked up at her. Chanse watched the dragon careful, then looked at Hagrid, and smiled.
That night Hagrid cooked a feast for the whole family, and then everyone went to bed early. Except Chanse, she went into her room and got on her roof and watched the stars.
After a while, Chanse walked back inside and crawled into bed and went to bed.
The rest of Chanse's vacation went normally. She would wake up eat a family breakfast, practice for Quidditch, lunch, play with Nora, jog around the farm, eat dinner, quick Quidditch practice, then bed.
On her last day, of staying at the farm, it was different the whole day.
Chanse woke up normally, but as soon as she opened her eyes she looked around the room, got dressed, into her bra and boxers, she packed her bags up, and walked down to the kitchen.
Then she ate breakfast with her parents, Hagrid, and Nora, after breakfast she left to go practice Quidditch with Hagrid, and Nora.
Then later she had lunch, then she played Nora, after that she went jogging for awhile and listened to her music, after she was done jogging she came back to the farm house she went in to the kitchen and sat down to eat dinner.
After dinner Chanse went out with Hagrid and Nora and had a quick Quidditch practice.
After her practice she went upstairs to her room, and got ready for bed, and sat out on the roof.
She was out there for a long time and she thought about, if Oliver was using her. "It sounds like something a guy would pull...seem all nice, and deep down inside he's really the opposite of what he seems to be, on the outside." Chanse said as she shook her head.
She looked down at the ground then up at the stars. She watched all of them till she started to get sleepy.
Chanse walked back into her room and crawled into bed, and turned off her lights and went to bed.
That night, when she was sleeping, she tossed and turned and dreamt about what she is suppose to do about Oliver, what she would do if Oliver was using her.
After a while Chanse calmed back down and slept.
Chanse woke up that night, to the same strange bright light in her room. Chanse slowly rolled on her back, sat up, and rubbed her eyes. When she opened her eyes she saw the figure in front of her, reaching for her, but Chanse could make out the figure better.
It was a woman with long brown hair; Chanse couldn't make out much of her face, but she could see bright green eyes shining through the light that surrounded the woman.
The figure floated closer to Chanse, but instead of being afraid, like last time, Chanse sat there on her bed and watched the figure. The Figure floated closer and closer to Chanse, and Chanse took in a deep breath and continued to watch it.
The woman floated to the end of Chanse's bed, stopped, and looked at Chanse. "Who are you?" Chanse whispered. But the woman did not respond. "Who are you?" Chanse said a little louder, but again the woman respond, all the woman did was stick out her hand towards Chanse.
Chanse tilted her head to the side, and realized that this woman didn't want to hurt her. Chanse took in a deep breath and slid her hand into the woman's hand. The woman hand was cold to the touch but something about it made it feel warm.
The woman grabbed Chanse's hand and led her out onto the roof, where Chanse sat down and looked at the woman who was now floating in the sky. "Who are you?" Chanse asked the woman again, the woman placed her hands on her chest then stuck her hands out to Chanse. "I don't understand." Chanse shook her head.
The woman floated over next to Chanse, and lifted Chanse up next to her and looked deep into Chanse's eyes. Chanse looked back into the woman's, Chanse's eyes were full of so many questions, but they all seemed to disappear when Chanse looked into the woman's eyes.
The woman rapped her arms around Chanse and pulled her closer to her body. Chanse rapped her arms around the woman and felt nothing but cold, but the cold was filled with the warmth of love.
Chanse took a step back from the woman and looked into her eyes, "You're a ghost." Chanse said and the ghost smiled at her and placed her hand on Chanse's cheek. The ghost quickly pulled Chanse close to her and rocked her back and forth.
"Chanse? Are you...Oh my!" Heather yelled through the door. Chanse looked back up at the ghost who was looking at the door.
The woman looked back at Chanse and kissed her, and hugged her tightly. "Chanse! Oh my!" Heather screamed as she ran to the window.
The ghost looked at Chanse with love filled eyes, and kissed her and floated into the sky.
Heather quickly climbed out onto the roof and grabbed Chanse, and held her and looked up at the ghost in the sky. "Oh my." Heather whispered.
"What mom?"
"Hailey?" Heather blinked and let a tear drop.
Chanse looked up at the ghost, who was just floating in the sky, looking down at Chanse, and her mom, "Mom?" Chanse's eyes began to tear up. "That my mom?" Chanse looked up at Heather's face. Heather looked down at Chanse, nodded yes and looked back up at her dead sister.
Hailey floated down to Heather and wiped her tear and kissed her cheek with a smile. Then she looked over at Chanse, who was watching every move that her dead mother made, and smiled at her.
Hailey floated over to Chanse and hugged her, "I will always love you Foxlin, and I'm always watching over you." Chanse's mouth dropped and then she quickly shut it.
Hailey moved off of Chanse and kissed her and floated off into the sky.
"MOM, NO!" Chanse screamed and tried to run after her dead mother, but Heather quickly grabbed her and pulled her back. "Let me go." Chanse hit Heather over and over, but she couldn't take it anymore and she stopped hitting her and hugged her tightly and watched her dead mother float off into the sky.
Chanse sat down with her mother and cried in her arms for two hours that night, and when she had calmed down a little Heather told her stories about when Chanse was younger, and her real mother, and what she was like. "Oh your mother would sing you to sleep every night, actually when the two of us were younger if I had, had a bad day, she would sing me to sleep." Heather laughed. "She had the most angelic voice I had ever heard. That's where you get your great voice from."
Heather smiled at Chanse, but Chanse was looking at the stars. "Sweetie, I think you should get some sleep, because we're going to the train station early in the morning." Heather kissed her daughter's head and walked back inside and went to bed.
Chanse stayed out, on the roof, a little longer hoping that her dead mother would come back to her...but she never did.
Her mind began to race full of thoughts and ideas; she couldn't think. She got up and went inside and decided it would be good for her head if she went to bed.
Chanse fell asleep and dreamt about her mother. "Mom?" She asked the figure in her dream; it nodded. "What should I do about Oliver?"
Her mother smiled and floated towards her and looked into her daughter's eyes and smiled. "Mom I love you, but...Why don't you talk?" Her mom smiled again, "DAMNIT TALK TO ME!" Chanse screamed at her mother and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Chanse looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry mom." Chanse whispered.
Hailey moved her daughter's face up to look into her eyes. "All will be revealed in time. Everything will be...If he likes you, if he's using you, everything." Chanse looked up into her mom's smiling face, with amazement.
Hailey smiled at Chanse, one last time, and turned and floated away, "No mom! Don't leave me again!" Chanse fell to the ground and began to cry.
"Foxlin..." Hailey turned around and looked down at Chanse on the floor. "I love you." Before Chanse could say it back, she woke up from her dream.
"Mom?" Chanse looked around her room for her mom, and she didn't see her.
Chanse sighed, "I love you too...mom"
"Chanse...Oh, you're already up. Ok breakfast in ten minutes." Chanse nodded and rolled out of bed. She walked over to her closet and grabbed out a tank top and jeans, and got changed. She walked over to her dresser and began brushing her hair, while she looked at the ground.
When she looked back up into the mirror she saw her mother blowing a kiss to her. Chanse quickly turned around but no one was there. Chanse looked down at the ground and turned back around and looked closely in the mirror, but no one was there either.
Chanse finished brushing her hair; she tied a scarf around her head, and brought her bags down stairs and went into the kitchen. She ate breakfast with her parents and Hagrid.
Then after breakfast her family loaded up the car while Chanse played with Nora some more. "Nora I'm going to miss you." Nora whined a little, "Now, Nora I'll be back in a couple of months and I'll write you, ok?" Nora pushed Chanse with her nose, and Chanse laughed. "Bye Nora." Chanse hugged Nora and ran over to the car and jumped in.
Chanse's dad drove, Chanse, Hagrid and his wife to the train station, and when they got there they said their goodbye. "Good bye sweetheart." Chanse dad hugged her.
"We're now living on the farm full time, so if you need us you know where we are. I love...you." Chanse mom grabbed her tightly and cried.
"Mom..."Chanse tried to push her mom off, "Mom...its ok I'll be back." Chanse mom collected herself, and nodded.
Chanse and Hagrid boarded the train and headed back to Chanse's real home...Hogwarts.
"What?" Chanse laid the newspaper on the bedside table and sat next to her mom, "What'd you say, mom?" Chanse asked.
"This was your mother's room." She said loudly and looked over at Chanse.
To Heather's surprise Chanse wasn't sad at all, "Well I guess like mother like daughter?" Chanse smiled and got up and started to unpack her bags. Heather let out a sigh and walked over to Chanse and kissed her head and walked out of the room.
Chanse finished unpacking, and walked over to her bed, sat down, and stared up at the ceiling, and began to think. "Do I like Oliver?" she whispered, then rolled over and threw her face into her pillows, "DUH! Of coarse I do." She rolled over on her back with a huge smile on her face. Then she slowly sat up and stopped smiling, "...but does he like me?" she thought.
"Hey Chanse," Hagrid walked into her room and sat down next to her, "What's wrong?"
"Um..." Chanse quickly thought up something, "I'm not playing Quidditch right now." She looked up and faked a smile.
"Chanse...really, what's wrong?" Hagrid nudged Chanse.
Chanse thought again for something more convincing, then wanting to play Quidditch, "I miss my friend back in Hawaii..." She looked down at her hands, and realized that was true too, "and I also miss my friends back at Hogwarts." Hagrid pulled Chanse to him and hugged her.
"Nothing, a little Quidditch can't cure." Hagrid slightly pushed Chanse off, still holding her arms, and smiled. Chanse nodded with a smiled, stood up, and pulled Hagrid off her bed.
"Your right..." She pushed him out, of her room, "...but I have to change."
"Hurry!" Hagrid yelled through the door as Chanse quickly changed into her workout clothes.
She flung the door opened and started to run out, but she remembered her broom. She turned around and ran back into her room and grabbed her broom.
She ran down her stairs, and ran out the door, nearly knocking her mom over. "CHANSE WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!" her mom yelled at her.
Chanse looked around for Hagrid but there was no sign of him...She quickly looked up into the sky and saw him. She started to run and jumped onto her broom and flew up next to Hagrid.
"You ready to do this?" Chanse smirked. Hagrid nodded and hit the ball towards the goals.
Chanse looked at Hagrid, and flew off and yelled at him, "Cheap shot...but I can handle them!" She smiled and swung in front of the ball and blocked in with her left arm. "You're going to have to try harder then that, Rubues." Hagrid cocked his head and hit the ball harder and with a backspin. Chanse quickly tried to block it. She flew as fast as she could to the third goal and blocked it.
Chanse looked at Hagrid and then looked in front of her and she was flying straight towards the third goal. She tried to stop her broom but it kept flying forward. She decided that the only thing she could do was jump off, and grab the goal.
She looked around, and jumped up, on her broom, like she about to ride a wave, then she jumped off and grabbed the goal, as her broom flew forward, then fell to the ground.
Hagrid, evilly, smiled and hit the ball to the goal on the other side of the ring Chanse was on. "No one calls me Rubues, except my mummy."
'Damnit.' She looked around and thought, of ways to stop the ball.
She quickly ran on the ring, over to the edge, and jumped to the next ring. She barely grabbed the ring, and Hagrid watched in fascination.
Chanse swung her leg up, pulled herself up, and ran across that ring, and jumped to hit the ball, without even thinking, she just cared about not letting that ball going threw her goal. But she had jumped too late and the ball went threw, and she fell to the ground.
"CHANSE!" Hagrid screamed as he flew to grab her.
Hagrid's scream carried to the house, and Chanse's parents came running out and saw their daughter lying, face down, in the dirt with Hagrid nettled down next to her.
"Chanse?" Heather whispered, as she watched Tom run over to her. Heather watched as Tom rolled Chanse over, and check for a pulse. First he checked her chest for a heartbeat. Heather watched closely. He lifted his head and looked back at Heather, with fear.
Heather ran over to Chanse's motionless body, on the ground, covered in dust. She pushed Tom out of the way, and checked Chanse's wrist...No pulse.
She checked her chest...No pulse. She slowly lifted Chanse's head up to her chest. "Chanse? Please say something, sweetheart."
Heather checked Chanse's neck...She got one!
Tears ran down Heather's face, as she laid her head on her daughters head and rocked back and forth.
"Please Heather, move." Heather looked up at Hagrid with hate and anger in her eyes.
"This is your fault, this happened, to my baby." Heather screamed at Hagrid, but all he did was ignored her and pulled Chanse's body out of Heather's hands, and walked to the house.
Tom bent down to Heather and picked her up, "It's his fault our baby's like that, Tom." Heather whispered. She turned and cried on her husband's shoulder and they walked, behind Hagrid, towards the house.
Hagrid walked into the living room and set Chanse down on the couch. Heather ran over to the couch and sat down next to her, and grabbed her hand.
Hagrid walked back in, with a first aid kit. He examined Chanse, closely.
"Is she going to be ok?" Heather looked up at Hagrid with tears in her eyes. Hagrid nodded, as he checked for any broken limbs. When he was done with that, he stood up and walked out of the room.
"No broke bones. She's just going to need some rest, and then she'll be back to herself, in no time. Maybe a little sore in the morning, but other wise, just fine." Hagrid said as he walked back into the room.
Tom looked down at Heather and placed his hand on her shoulder, "She's just unconscious.it's ok." Heather looked up at Hagrid and forced a smiled, and watched him picked up Chanse and carried her up to her room.
Hagrid placed her in her bed and covered her.
The night went on; Chanse never woke up that night till, late that night after everyone had fallen asleep.
At two o'clock in the morning, Chanse awoke to a strange light in her room. She turned her head into her pillow; then slowly opened her eyes. She turned back around and rubbed her eyes, and looked in front of her. She saw a figure in the light reaching out to grab her.
Chanse backed up as far as she could, and when she couldn't back up anymore, and got out of bed to run away, but as soon as she was standing up, out of bed, she couldn't hold herself up and fell down. She felt and cut her head on the side table.
She didn't lose consciousness right away; everything was in slow motion around her, though, and she couldn't move her body. She felt her body slowly fall to the ground and she couldn't figure out this figure. She watched the figure until she hit the ground, where she slowly blinked her eyes and saw the figure fade back into the wall, and then Chanse closed her eyes.
Heather woke up to huge thud. She quickly threw off her covers and ran into Chanse's room.
When she got in there she saw Chanse lying on the floor, unconscious, with blood coming from her head. Heather cupped her hands around her mouth and ran over to her daughter and grabbed a tissue, off of the table, and wiped the blood off her head.
She picked Chanse up, and placed her into her bed, and went into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. She walked back into Chanse's room and sat down next to Chanse, and began to mend to Chanse's cut.
"Chanse, what happened?" Heather whispered. After she was done she put gauze on her head, and taped it to her head. She kissed Chanse and walked to the door and looked back at Chanse. She held her tears back and went back to bed.
That night Chanse dreamed about having to make one of the hardest choices of her life.
She dreamt she was fighting something and she at first beat it, then later it came back. It was making Chanse have to choice whether she wanted to have her parents come back, and lose Harry and Oliver. To save Harry and Oliver, and for Chanse, to join its side. For her to give up Oliver, to save Harry and herself. Or for her to give up Harry, to its side, and have Oliver survive, and for her to get her parents back.
Chanse woke up that next morning panting and sweating, and she, quickly, looked around her room.
Then she got a stinging feeling in her head, she lifted her hand to her head and felt the gauze. She thought about what had happened yesterday...
She remembered running on the goals to stop the ball, and falling. She remembered thinking about liking Oliver. Then remembering Oliver, made Chanse think, "Does he like me? Or does he just want to use me?"
A few minutes later, Heather walked back into Chanse's room, where she found her daughter wide a wake sitting up in bed. "Chanse what happened to you least night? I came in here and you were on the ground, with your head cut open." Heather pointed to Chanse's head, as Chanse felt the gauze on her head, again.
"All I remember is seeing a huge light and a figure of something...or someone. I don't really know it's all really blurry." Heather shrugged and sat down next to Chanse and started to take off the gauze.
When she was finished taking it off she dropped the bloody gauze on the bed, and her mouth slowly dropped open. "What mom?"
Heather looked, quickly, down at the ground, and then she stood up and grabbed a mirror and moved Chanse's hair back on the side of her head. Chanse grabbed the mirror, from Heather's hand, and looked deep into it.
She saw that her cut had healed, but it had left and very small scare, on the side of her head, it was in the shape of a small lightning bolt.
Chanse squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and let the mirror slide out of her hands, and it hit the bed. Chanse rapped her right hand around her left hand, and then slid them past each other and around her waist, and then she began to shake. "Chanse? Are you ok?" Chanse quickly opened her eyes and looked up at her mom.
Heather became frightened, because Chanse had no emotions in her eyes. She couldn't tell if she was angry, sad, or anything.
Heather didn't know what she was supposed to do; she just sat there, on the bed, and watched Chanse stand up, very straight, and grabbed her ball and broom and walked out of the room.
Chanse walked down the hallway, down the stairs and walked outside. She opened the door and walked out into the field and looked to each side of her and mounted her broom, and flew up into the sky.
She flew up into the sky and turned and looked at her house and slowly turned her head and flew towards the goals, and faced them. "Chanse, you want me to play you, again?" Hagrid yelled from the ground.
Chanse looked down at him and nodded. Hagrid quickly smiled and jumped on his broom, and flew up next to Chanse, who tossed him the ball and flew over to the goals. "Ready?" Hagrid yelled, and Chanse nodded, and got ready.
Hagrid lightly hit the ball towards Chanse, who was set at the middle goal. Chanse sat up, and looked at Hagrid very upset, for hitting the ball so softly.
Chanse, evilly, smiled and hit the ball back, at Hagrid's head, as hard as she could. Hagrid quickly grabbed his bludger paddle, and whacked the ball back at her.
Chanse beat the ball back at him. Hagrid quickly grabbed the ball and flew over to Chanse and handed her the ball.
"Chanse something's bothering you. You're playing with pure forced, instead of playing with pure emotions, like you usually do...What's wrong?" Chanse looked at Hagrid.
"If you're not going to help me, then I don't want you to care about me." Chanse softly said, and flew past Hagrid, and into the woods.
"Chanse!" Hagrid yelled at Chanse, but she was to far away from him, "Damnit, that girl is seriously pissing me off, here." Hagrid turned his broom and flew back to the house, and told Chanse's parents.
"What? We have to go get her." Chanse's father yelled.
"Tom, she's to far away." Heather softly said.
Then a few minutes later, they heard a small thud on the roof. "I don't think we have to go looking for her, I think she's home." Hagrid said as he pointed to the roof.
Tom started to go out of the room to go talk to Chanse, but Heather quickly grabbed him. "No Tom! She upset just let her deal with it in her own way.
Last night she fell and cut her head, and it left a scare of a lightning bolt on the side of her head." Hagrid and Tom looked at each other and back at Heather.
"She's probably upset, cause the more and more she's around Harry, the more and more she finds out about him...and she sees how much he's like her. But she has to sit in the darkness, and never tell him." Tom sat back down and nodded.
Chanse sat up on the roof, outside her window, and watched the stars, and tried to figure out her life. She thought about Harry, and then Oliver. Why would Oliver use her? "Because Chanse, you're very pretty and a hard girl to crack. Oliver would become the most popular guy, in the group of guys, for be able to bang you." She thought.
"Fuck." She said, as she slammed down her foot on the roof. Chanse continued to think about how Oliver had made her feel, and how he was making her feel. Then she remembered how she had treated her family.
She stood up and walked into her room and set her broom down. She opened her door and walked out of her room and downstairs, and she walked into the kitchen where Hagrid, her mother, her father, and Hagrid's egg where all by the table. "Hi guys, I just wanted to..."
"Shhh! The egg's about to hatch." Hagrid hissed.
Chanse walked over to the table where the egg was just sitting there, wobbling back and forth.
A little later the egg began to crack, and the shell began to flake off the little dragon. Chanse watched in amazement as the little egg turned into a dragon.
When it was done hatching, the little dragon looked up at Chanse, and then looked around at all the people around him. It let out a little noise and they all sighed and then it stumbled its way to Chanse and looked up at her. Chanse watched the dragon careful, then looked at Hagrid, and smiled.
That night Hagrid cooked a feast for the whole family, and then everyone went to bed early. Except Chanse, she went into her room and got on her roof and watched the stars.
After a while, Chanse walked back inside and crawled into bed and went to bed.
The rest of Chanse's vacation went normally. She would wake up eat a family breakfast, practice for Quidditch, lunch, play with Nora, jog around the farm, eat dinner, quick Quidditch practice, then bed.
On her last day, of staying at the farm, it was different the whole day.
Chanse woke up normally, but as soon as she opened her eyes she looked around the room, got dressed, into her bra and boxers, she packed her bags up, and walked down to the kitchen.
Then she ate breakfast with her parents, Hagrid, and Nora, after breakfast she left to go practice Quidditch with Hagrid, and Nora.
Then later she had lunch, then she played Nora, after that she went jogging for awhile and listened to her music, after she was done jogging she came back to the farm house she went in to the kitchen and sat down to eat dinner.
After dinner Chanse went out with Hagrid and Nora and had a quick Quidditch practice.
After her practice she went upstairs to her room, and got ready for bed, and sat out on the roof.
She was out there for a long time and she thought about, if Oliver was using her. "It sounds like something a guy would pull...seem all nice, and deep down inside he's really the opposite of what he seems to be, on the outside." Chanse said as she shook her head.
She looked down at the ground then up at the stars. She watched all of them till she started to get sleepy.
Chanse walked back into her room and crawled into bed, and turned off her lights and went to bed.
That night, when she was sleeping, she tossed and turned and dreamt about what she is suppose to do about Oliver, what she would do if Oliver was using her.
After a while Chanse calmed back down and slept.
Chanse woke up that night, to the same strange bright light in her room. Chanse slowly rolled on her back, sat up, and rubbed her eyes. When she opened her eyes she saw the figure in front of her, reaching for her, but Chanse could make out the figure better.
It was a woman with long brown hair; Chanse couldn't make out much of her face, but she could see bright green eyes shining through the light that surrounded the woman.
The figure floated closer to Chanse, but instead of being afraid, like last time, Chanse sat there on her bed and watched the figure. The Figure floated closer and closer to Chanse, and Chanse took in a deep breath and continued to watch it.
The woman floated to the end of Chanse's bed, stopped, and looked at Chanse. "Who are you?" Chanse whispered. But the woman did not respond. "Who are you?" Chanse said a little louder, but again the woman respond, all the woman did was stick out her hand towards Chanse.
Chanse tilted her head to the side, and realized that this woman didn't want to hurt her. Chanse took in a deep breath and slid her hand into the woman's hand. The woman hand was cold to the touch but something about it made it feel warm.
The woman grabbed Chanse's hand and led her out onto the roof, where Chanse sat down and looked at the woman who was now floating in the sky. "Who are you?" Chanse asked the woman again, the woman placed her hands on her chest then stuck her hands out to Chanse. "I don't understand." Chanse shook her head.
The woman floated over next to Chanse, and lifted Chanse up next to her and looked deep into Chanse's eyes. Chanse looked back into the woman's, Chanse's eyes were full of so many questions, but they all seemed to disappear when Chanse looked into the woman's eyes.
The woman rapped her arms around Chanse and pulled her closer to her body. Chanse rapped her arms around the woman and felt nothing but cold, but the cold was filled with the warmth of love.
Chanse took a step back from the woman and looked into her eyes, "You're a ghost." Chanse said and the ghost smiled at her and placed her hand on Chanse's cheek. The ghost quickly pulled Chanse close to her and rocked her back and forth.
"Chanse? Are you...Oh my!" Heather yelled through the door. Chanse looked back up at the ghost who was looking at the door.
The woman looked back at Chanse and kissed her, and hugged her tightly. "Chanse! Oh my!" Heather screamed as she ran to the window.
The ghost looked at Chanse with love filled eyes, and kissed her and floated into the sky.
Heather quickly climbed out onto the roof and grabbed Chanse, and held her and looked up at the ghost in the sky. "Oh my." Heather whispered.
"What mom?"
"Hailey?" Heather blinked and let a tear drop.
Chanse looked up at the ghost, who was just floating in the sky, looking down at Chanse, and her mom, "Mom?" Chanse's eyes began to tear up. "That my mom?" Chanse looked up at Heather's face. Heather looked down at Chanse, nodded yes and looked back up at her dead sister.
Hailey floated down to Heather and wiped her tear and kissed her cheek with a smile. Then she looked over at Chanse, who was watching every move that her dead mother made, and smiled at her.
Hailey floated over to Chanse and hugged her, "I will always love you Foxlin, and I'm always watching over you." Chanse's mouth dropped and then she quickly shut it.
Hailey moved off of Chanse and kissed her and floated off into the sky.
"MOM, NO!" Chanse screamed and tried to run after her dead mother, but Heather quickly grabbed her and pulled her back. "Let me go." Chanse hit Heather over and over, but she couldn't take it anymore and she stopped hitting her and hugged her tightly and watched her dead mother float off into the sky.
Chanse sat down with her mother and cried in her arms for two hours that night, and when she had calmed down a little Heather told her stories about when Chanse was younger, and her real mother, and what she was like. "Oh your mother would sing you to sleep every night, actually when the two of us were younger if I had, had a bad day, she would sing me to sleep." Heather laughed. "She had the most angelic voice I had ever heard. That's where you get your great voice from."
Heather smiled at Chanse, but Chanse was looking at the stars. "Sweetie, I think you should get some sleep, because we're going to the train station early in the morning." Heather kissed her daughter's head and walked back inside and went to bed.
Chanse stayed out, on the roof, a little longer hoping that her dead mother would come back to her...but she never did.
Her mind began to race full of thoughts and ideas; she couldn't think. She got up and went inside and decided it would be good for her head if she went to bed.
Chanse fell asleep and dreamt about her mother. "Mom?" She asked the figure in her dream; it nodded. "What should I do about Oliver?"
Her mother smiled and floated towards her and looked into her daughter's eyes and smiled. "Mom I love you, but...Why don't you talk?" Her mom smiled again, "DAMNIT TALK TO ME!" Chanse screamed at her mother and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Chanse looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry mom." Chanse whispered.
Hailey moved her daughter's face up to look into her eyes. "All will be revealed in time. Everything will be...If he likes you, if he's using you, everything." Chanse looked up into her mom's smiling face, with amazement.
Hailey smiled at Chanse, one last time, and turned and floated away, "No mom! Don't leave me again!" Chanse fell to the ground and began to cry.
"Foxlin..." Hailey turned around and looked down at Chanse on the floor. "I love you." Before Chanse could say it back, she woke up from her dream.
"Mom?" Chanse looked around her room for her mom, and she didn't see her.
Chanse sighed, "I love you too...mom"
"Chanse...Oh, you're already up. Ok breakfast in ten minutes." Chanse nodded and rolled out of bed. She walked over to her closet and grabbed out a tank top and jeans, and got changed. She walked over to her dresser and began brushing her hair, while she looked at the ground.
When she looked back up into the mirror she saw her mother blowing a kiss to her. Chanse quickly turned around but no one was there. Chanse looked down at the ground and turned back around and looked closely in the mirror, but no one was there either.
Chanse finished brushing her hair; she tied a scarf around her head, and brought her bags down stairs and went into the kitchen. She ate breakfast with her parents and Hagrid.
Then after breakfast her family loaded up the car while Chanse played with Nora some more. "Nora I'm going to miss you." Nora whined a little, "Now, Nora I'll be back in a couple of months and I'll write you, ok?" Nora pushed Chanse with her nose, and Chanse laughed. "Bye Nora." Chanse hugged Nora and ran over to the car and jumped in.
Chanse's dad drove, Chanse, Hagrid and his wife to the train station, and when they got there they said their goodbye. "Good bye sweetheart." Chanse dad hugged her.
"We're now living on the farm full time, so if you need us you know where we are. I love...you." Chanse mom grabbed her tightly and cried.
"Mom..."Chanse tried to push her mom off, "Mom...its ok I'll be back." Chanse mom collected herself, and nodded.
Chanse and Hagrid boarded the train and headed back to Chanse's real home...Hogwarts.