Well, I thought I'd do a quick A/n b4 I do ch6.
1stly, MANY APOLOGIES 4 HOW LONG U HAD 2 W8 4 THIS CHAP! It wasn't my fault, the bloody program broke down!
Anyway, I apprici8 ur patience & would like 2 thank the following:
Tet-Hello!!!!!!!:) About the swear words, little ppl shouldn't b reading it, its a pg13! Lol.
Queen of the Fae-Yes, cliffhangers stress me 2, but it wouldn't b a very good story if there were none, would it? Lol.
takariforu-tnx!
Helen-Hello!!!!!!:) Soz I pestered u 2 review, but I'm sooooooooooooooo glad u did!
weirdanimegirl-Glad u do, soz u had 2 w8 2 c what happened!
mixiedust-Yea, mayb it is kinda cute about the triplets! Btw they have...no, not saying actually. Read the chap! Lol.
And now 4 the nxt instalment...
6.
The old man Chelsea saw looked her up and down.
''Are you lost?'' he inquired.
''Um...yea.''
''This way.'' Chelsea followed the man. She noticed that he had a long beard, very long in fact.
'A bit like Dumbledore in fact,' she thought. 'But Dumbledore's a made up character, ain't he?' She looked up to find he had led her to a statue. He said something like: ''Bertie Botts'' and it moved aside.
'Ok maybe not.' She followed him up the stairs. ''Sir,'' she said out loud, ''can you tell me a bit about this place?'' He smiled and winked:
''I think you will learn soon enough.''
''But why? Well, I mean, where am I? It looks like Hogwart's to me. And you look like Professor Dumbledore.''
''I see you've read Mr Potter's biographies.''
''Biographies? You mean stories? Does Harry Potter still come here?''
''He left a few years back. Years have passed and his daughter now attends Hogwart's.''
''His daughter?''
''She's about your age, 3rd form. Or, as I believe most muggles call it, 'Year 9'.''
''Yeah. So whats everything got to do with me?''
He moved his specs to the front of his nose. ''You, Chelsea Ruby Matthews, are something very powerful. And there is only one of you in the whole entire world...''
''Even more than the Potters?''
''Well...maybe.''
''Whoa.''
It was after Chelsea got over the shock that she decided to look around. She didn't expect to bump into anyone around in the silent corridors but it turned out she did.
A girl with vivid red hair appeared from nowhere.
''Are you a Weasley?'' she asked without thinking. She then mentally kicked herself for being so rude. Luckily the girl seemed laid back:
''Yea. How did you know?''
''No idea. Just wondered. Shouldn't you be in the great hall?''
''Shouldn't you?''
''Actually, no. Long story.''
''Kat. Kat Weasley.''
''Chelsea Matthews.''
****
''Where do you think Kat is?'' Shannon Weasley said in between mouthfuls.
''Who knows?'' Megan answered.
''She should be here now,'' Abigail added. On the other side of the Gryffindor table, Caitlin was pestering Brianna:
''Wow this place is amazing!'' Caitlin breathed. ''What lessons do you do?''
''Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Flying, Charms, Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, um, er, to name but a few.'' Bri finished when she couldn't remember any others.
''What are the teachers like?''
''That depends. Professor Dumbledore's alright, McGonagall's Head of our house, she's well strict but she's fair too, I guess. Watch out for Snape, though, he can't stand Gryffs. He's Head of Slytherin, and it shows, 'cos he always gives them points and takes them off the other houses. Professor Hexe, she's Head of Ravenclaw. She's awesome! You'll enjoy DADA, that's what she teaches. Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Carrot-'' Bri was interrupted by a splutter of giggles.''-if you think thats funny, the last one was called *Sprout*. Anyway, there are rumours that he likes Hexe. I mean, *really* likes her.'' Caitlin giggled. ''There's also rumours that she likes Snape, though.''
''Snape? That greasy git?''
''No one takes that seriously, though. In fact, you might say she's teasing him. Well, I hope so. Apparently, she's married.'' Again, Caitlin giggled.
''Shes having an affair with Snape?''
''Urgh I hope not!'' Bri pulled a face of disgust at the thought.
''Hello sorry I'm late!'' Kat interrupted, sitting down at the table. ''Have any of you met this girl called Chelsea?'' At this point, Crystal- Rose got up and left the table. No one quite understood why.
****
She ran down the corridor, her cloak flying behind her. Was it the girl from earlier? Crystal felt she owed the girl her life.
She found her in the library, reading books under the restricted section.
''Don't let the caretaker catch you reading that,'' she said suddenly. Chelsea looked round.
''You're...*Harry Potter's* daughter?''
''How'd you know?''
''Mr Dumbledore told me.''
''But...you don't come here. And you're not foreign, so you can't be going to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, so you must be a muggle. But muggles don't know about me dad-or me...''
''There's this muggle writer known as JK Rowling. She wrote the Harry Potter books-I mean, biographies. They're right here actually.'' She pointed to seven books on the shelf. Crystal-Rose read: 'Harry Potter and the Philosipher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,' and so on.
''Dad's told me those stories,'' she said finally, ''but he never told me that *muggles* read them...''
''They read them alright. And watch the films, buy it on video/dvd, get the t-shirt, get the dressup costumes...you see what I mean.''
''If its that popular then how come I don't know about all this stuff about me dad...''
Later they were talking still, it was past bedtime and they were lucky not to have been caught. Crystal was fascinated to hear about how her dad was famous in the muggle world, and Chelsea was filled in on the years between Harry Potter leaving and now. A lot had happened:
''As you know, Harry is me dad. Cho Chang's my mum but I've never met her. She went missing shortly after I was born. Some say Voldermort killed her, but others say that's impossible because me dad had killed him. Maybe one of his followers killed her in revenge...''
''Do you regret not knowing your mum?''
''Yeah, a lot. I'd of liked to have known me grandparents too. Anyway, in dad's 7th year he killed Voldermort. I was born, got a Hogwart's letter when I was 11, you know. I liked Hogwart's, except for Snape, of course, and DADA lessons were a bit whack, 'cos our professor was just not right for the job. Just like Hogwart's tradition, nearly, they left after a year.''
''That still happens?''
''Up until now, yeah. It started when me dad was at school, as you know, until my 1st year. Makes that about 20 odd years and 20 different teachers.''
''But what about now?''
''Oh, we got a well great one now, and she broke the 'tradition', she's teaching for the second year running. She gets the stuff we need to know in our heads, but sometimes she gets a bit loopy which is funny.''
''What are the other teachers like?''
''There are quite a few still teaching from when my dad was here. I didn't really think about it much before, but now you tell me that muggles love to hate Snape and all that.''
''Ladies, you realise you should be in your dorms by now. You know the rules.''
''Sorry Professor Hexe, we were talking and we must of lost track of time.'' Chelsea realiseed this was the same professor that she saw earlier, the same one that Snape got annoyed at.
''Better go up then. Make sure I don't catch you out of bed again, or I have to take off some house points.'' Crystal grinned and mouthed something like: 'See what I mean?' to Chelsea and went up to Gryffindor Dorm. That was when Chelsea realised:
''Professor? I don't belong here. I'm from the Muggle world, you see, and I got here by this stone thingy-but I don't know how to get back there...''
1stly, MANY APOLOGIES 4 HOW LONG U HAD 2 W8 4 THIS CHAP! It wasn't my fault, the bloody program broke down!
Anyway, I apprici8 ur patience & would like 2 thank the following:
Tet-Hello!!!!!!!:) About the swear words, little ppl shouldn't b reading it, its a pg13! Lol.
Queen of the Fae-Yes, cliffhangers stress me 2, but it wouldn't b a very good story if there were none, would it? Lol.
takariforu-tnx!
Helen-Hello!!!!!!:) Soz I pestered u 2 review, but I'm sooooooooooooooo glad u did!
weirdanimegirl-Glad u do, soz u had 2 w8 2 c what happened!
mixiedust-Yea, mayb it is kinda cute about the triplets! Btw they have...no, not saying actually. Read the chap! Lol.
And now 4 the nxt instalment...
6.
The old man Chelsea saw looked her up and down.
''Are you lost?'' he inquired.
''Um...yea.''
''This way.'' Chelsea followed the man. She noticed that he had a long beard, very long in fact.
'A bit like Dumbledore in fact,' she thought. 'But Dumbledore's a made up character, ain't he?' She looked up to find he had led her to a statue. He said something like: ''Bertie Botts'' and it moved aside.
'Ok maybe not.' She followed him up the stairs. ''Sir,'' she said out loud, ''can you tell me a bit about this place?'' He smiled and winked:
''I think you will learn soon enough.''
''But why? Well, I mean, where am I? It looks like Hogwart's to me. And you look like Professor Dumbledore.''
''I see you've read Mr Potter's biographies.''
''Biographies? You mean stories? Does Harry Potter still come here?''
''He left a few years back. Years have passed and his daughter now attends Hogwart's.''
''His daughter?''
''She's about your age, 3rd form. Or, as I believe most muggles call it, 'Year 9'.''
''Yeah. So whats everything got to do with me?''
He moved his specs to the front of his nose. ''You, Chelsea Ruby Matthews, are something very powerful. And there is only one of you in the whole entire world...''
''Even more than the Potters?''
''Well...maybe.''
''Whoa.''
It was after Chelsea got over the shock that she decided to look around. She didn't expect to bump into anyone around in the silent corridors but it turned out she did.
A girl with vivid red hair appeared from nowhere.
''Are you a Weasley?'' she asked without thinking. She then mentally kicked herself for being so rude. Luckily the girl seemed laid back:
''Yea. How did you know?''
''No idea. Just wondered. Shouldn't you be in the great hall?''
''Shouldn't you?''
''Actually, no. Long story.''
''Kat. Kat Weasley.''
''Chelsea Matthews.''
****
''Where do you think Kat is?'' Shannon Weasley said in between mouthfuls.
''Who knows?'' Megan answered.
''She should be here now,'' Abigail added. On the other side of the Gryffindor table, Caitlin was pestering Brianna:
''Wow this place is amazing!'' Caitlin breathed. ''What lessons do you do?''
''Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Flying, Charms, Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, um, er, to name but a few.'' Bri finished when she couldn't remember any others.
''What are the teachers like?''
''That depends. Professor Dumbledore's alright, McGonagall's Head of our house, she's well strict but she's fair too, I guess. Watch out for Snape, though, he can't stand Gryffs. He's Head of Slytherin, and it shows, 'cos he always gives them points and takes them off the other houses. Professor Hexe, she's Head of Ravenclaw. She's awesome! You'll enjoy DADA, that's what she teaches. Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Carrot-'' Bri was interrupted by a splutter of giggles.''-if you think thats funny, the last one was called *Sprout*. Anyway, there are rumours that he likes Hexe. I mean, *really* likes her.'' Caitlin giggled. ''There's also rumours that she likes Snape, though.''
''Snape? That greasy git?''
''No one takes that seriously, though. In fact, you might say she's teasing him. Well, I hope so. Apparently, she's married.'' Again, Caitlin giggled.
''Shes having an affair with Snape?''
''Urgh I hope not!'' Bri pulled a face of disgust at the thought.
''Hello sorry I'm late!'' Kat interrupted, sitting down at the table. ''Have any of you met this girl called Chelsea?'' At this point, Crystal- Rose got up and left the table. No one quite understood why.
****
She ran down the corridor, her cloak flying behind her. Was it the girl from earlier? Crystal felt she owed the girl her life.
She found her in the library, reading books under the restricted section.
''Don't let the caretaker catch you reading that,'' she said suddenly. Chelsea looked round.
''You're...*Harry Potter's* daughter?''
''How'd you know?''
''Mr Dumbledore told me.''
''But...you don't come here. And you're not foreign, so you can't be going to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, so you must be a muggle. But muggles don't know about me dad-or me...''
''There's this muggle writer known as JK Rowling. She wrote the Harry Potter books-I mean, biographies. They're right here actually.'' She pointed to seven books on the shelf. Crystal-Rose read: 'Harry Potter and the Philosipher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,' and so on.
''Dad's told me those stories,'' she said finally, ''but he never told me that *muggles* read them...''
''They read them alright. And watch the films, buy it on video/dvd, get the t-shirt, get the dressup costumes...you see what I mean.''
''If its that popular then how come I don't know about all this stuff about me dad...''
Later they were talking still, it was past bedtime and they were lucky not to have been caught. Crystal was fascinated to hear about how her dad was famous in the muggle world, and Chelsea was filled in on the years between Harry Potter leaving and now. A lot had happened:
''As you know, Harry is me dad. Cho Chang's my mum but I've never met her. She went missing shortly after I was born. Some say Voldermort killed her, but others say that's impossible because me dad had killed him. Maybe one of his followers killed her in revenge...''
''Do you regret not knowing your mum?''
''Yeah, a lot. I'd of liked to have known me grandparents too. Anyway, in dad's 7th year he killed Voldermort. I was born, got a Hogwart's letter when I was 11, you know. I liked Hogwart's, except for Snape, of course, and DADA lessons were a bit whack, 'cos our professor was just not right for the job. Just like Hogwart's tradition, nearly, they left after a year.''
''That still happens?''
''Up until now, yeah. It started when me dad was at school, as you know, until my 1st year. Makes that about 20 odd years and 20 different teachers.''
''But what about now?''
''Oh, we got a well great one now, and she broke the 'tradition', she's teaching for the second year running. She gets the stuff we need to know in our heads, but sometimes she gets a bit loopy which is funny.''
''What are the other teachers like?''
''There are quite a few still teaching from when my dad was here. I didn't really think about it much before, but now you tell me that muggles love to hate Snape and all that.''
''Ladies, you realise you should be in your dorms by now. You know the rules.''
''Sorry Professor Hexe, we were talking and we must of lost track of time.'' Chelsea realiseed this was the same professor that she saw earlier, the same one that Snape got annoyed at.
''Better go up then. Make sure I don't catch you out of bed again, or I have to take off some house points.'' Crystal grinned and mouthed something like: 'See what I mean?' to Chelsea and went up to Gryffindor Dorm. That was when Chelsea realised:
''Professor? I don't belong here. I'm from the Muggle world, you see, and I got here by this stone thingy-but I don't know how to get back there...''