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Oh yeah and I LOVE ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
Cerisse drove to Cirrus, the family company, situated in London. She was the supervisor of the marketing and advertising committee. She was the one in charge of making their products look good in commercials and real life. She drove one of the company's best sellers. A sleek, red beauty, she named this design Remus.
She looked at the rearview mirror and saw who she came to be after surviving the incidents of her forgotten past. A woman wearing black slacks and a matching blazer stared back at her. She had jet-black hair tied in a clever knot behind her with a stick of twelve inches holding it all together, the finely polished stick being the only remnant of her past. She had mysterious scarlet colored eyes contrary to all the other Blakes who had ash-brown hair and light green eyes and yet no one would mistake her for being otherwise. They all loved her and treated her like their own. Something she was more than grateful for.
She heard her mobile phone ring. She activated the hands-off mode and answered.
"Cerisse Blake speaking,"
"Good Morning ma'am, I hope you had a good sleep, the Ashfords called in a while ago and asked if you could meet them at the train station,"
"Okay, when are they due?" she asked, turning a curb. "They are expected around nine o'clock ma'am, platform seven,"
"Okay," she looked at her watch, and saw it to be eight thirty. "I'm on my way,"
"Thank you ma'am, have a pleasant drive,"
"You're welcome, see you later Fifi," she heard a gentle click and the line went dead. She drove to the station and smiled, satisfied when she saw people admiring Remus. She parked her car and walked to the station.
She sat on the bench nearest to platform seven. She relaxed and leant on the bench. She watched the people go back and forth, carrying their stuff, rushing and bustling around, some silent curses as they bumped into each other. This was where she belonged. or at least where she thinks she belongs.
She glanced at her watch and frowned. It was nine-o-five. The train was late and this day, this day she forbade being late. She hated tardiness on this day because she felt tardy for something, always felt tardy for something on this day she just didn't know what. She resisted every urge to bite her nails or scratch her head off. She barely resisted. She stood setting her thoughts on talking to the receptionist. And with her thoughts focused on that, she bumped head-on to someone. She staggered back and saw stars for minutes before her mind cleared.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry muggle- err I mean miss? I was rushing, I'm late, and close to missing my train, off I go then, I'm sorry again," the woman hoisted her and settled her on the bench. She spoke rather fastly and left her rather disoriented. But the woman smiled at her before leaving and she remembered smiling back. She stood up and followed the woman with her gaze. "Am I still disoriented or is that woman wearing the most peculiar of clothes?" The woman wore a long black dress, boots as shoes, a yellow tie in her waist and a blue baseball cap.
And if that wasn't weird enough, she gagged when she saw the woman go straight, head-on into the wall and went through it. She looked around and apparently, no one saw it but her. She walked towards the pillar unsteadily, completely dismissing the Ashfords, the train and the receptionist from her thoughts. She was now in front of the pillar. She stared at it with wonder. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it, it looked completely normal. She looked around carefully, seeing it so that she blended with the crowd and no one would take notice.
A voice from behind startled her. "So? Are you getting in or what? You're not the only one who needs to get to Hogwarts you know!" and with this, before she knew it, she was pushed towards the wall. She stifled a scream, braced herself for the impact, inwardly wincing and promised herself she would sue the person who pushed her. The impact never came.
She found herself in front of a train, poised and ready to leave. Swarms of people moved like a tide towards the train. It was a swirling blur of colors as different robes moved about, desperate to get to the train. She was carried in the flow and had no choice but to get in. once inside the train, the people dissipated and before long, the aisle was deserted. She sighed. She might as well find herself a seat.
She walked slowly looking for an empty slot. Her heart skipped a notch when she heard a familiar voice. She whirled around and followed the sound. It was the third one in the left. She knocked gently.
"Come in, come in," came a woman's voice, it sounded all but motherly and she felt a smile tug her lips. She entered.
"May I sit? I couldn't find a free one anywhere... and you're the only one I know... well, sort of know, please?" she spoke too fast and she couldn't stop herself from doing so.
"Why of course dear, there now, take the seat across me..."
"Thank you madam,"
"Don't mention it, and please, call me Elle, Elleonor Andrews," she waved her hand in dismissal and leaned on the seat.
"Oh, its Cerrie, Lana Cerrisse Blake," she smiled and leaned on hers too.
"Are you headed to Hogwarts too?" Elle handed her a cup of tea.
"Yeah, Ithink so," wherever that is.
"Oh, are you off to see Dumbledore then?"
"Dummy what?" she asked clueless.
"Dumbledore silly, Hogwarts' headmaster," her voice was knowing and the look on her face made her feel extremely stupid.
"Oh, right, of course how silly of me," she took a sip from the cup, trying to hide her face from Elle's gaze. The name struck a cord somewhere within her. It was very familiar however wierd the name did sound like.
"What a clever way to dress, it looked real muggle-like, you could fool anyone with that, it sure fooled me, I thought you were a muggle,"
"Well, you did too, look like a muggle a while ago," whatever muggle meant, she said remembering the clothes Elle was wearing and looking at her now with awe. Elle wore the same black dress, only now it looked formal and dreadfully sexy. It matched her black hair and brought out the color of her eyes, a stormy shade of gray.
"Well we both know the truth dear, no need to be the polite woman you are, oh, let's get rid of those clothes and give you a better one... Partellio!" she waved a wand like- no it was a wand and pointed it at her. She heard a swishing sound and froze as she noticed the change of wardrobe. She now wore a long green robe that clung tightly around her body. It was off- shoulders and flowed down to her toes. Her hair stayed in the same knot and the stick still in place. The look of it, all of it reminded her of the medieval ages.
"Thanks," she said almost speechless. She was in one of those dreams again, she had to be, this wasn't possible! The woman just performed magic! She now had a hard time breathing. She was panicking. Everything started spinning and before she knew it, she fell into unconciousness.
She woke up, minutes later to find herself inside a carriage and Elle smiling at her.
"Oh dear, I didn't think you were train-sick, I'm sorry, How are you feeling now?"
"Yeah I think so," she needed time to think and re-orient herself of where she was. She was in a train, with a person she barely knew, who could do magic and could might as well kill her anytime, going to somewhere she doesn't even know where and to top it all off, she was delirious to even entertain the idea of liking the fact that she was here.
This must be a dream. It was the only rational explanation there was to everything. Maybe this was her chance to finally find out why the two voices in her dreams hated her and why does the man in her dreams always end up easing all the pain. This was her chance to finally meet with him and not keep him waiting. She had to dream on...even though it feels so real. She looked out the window and found them seventy feet above the ground. Her ayes widened as she shot an alarmed look at Elle.
"Oh right, dear we're in a carriage, you were unconscious a while ago and since you said you were heading to Hogwarts I figured I'd bring you with me," "Thank you, I'm grateful, so what do you do?" She asked, still not recovering at the shock that a carriage was able to fly in this world.
"I am the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher,"
"How nice,--" she was cut off when the carriage shook. She looked at Elle who was calm as ever and felt the fear fade.
"We're here! Now what was your name again? Elle's voice echoed around Cerrie.
"I'm Lana..." she trailed off as she stepped off the carriage looking at everything. All seemed painfully familiar. The building, the garden... it's scenery, the way it looked, sounded, smelled, the way it felt. She turned taking it all in. Her heart was tightening. Her breath caught as she saw a tree from afar. It was the tree from her dreams. The tree where someone always waited for her. She was finally here.
The wind blew and a tug from behind told her the knot came off and her hair was now tumbling down, dancing freely with the wind. Her dress flapping carelessly behind her too. Tears were threatening for an unknown reason.
"Lana whats wrong?" Elle's voice was distant and muffled.
Lana... she started running towards the tree. No, Lana wasn't her name... thoughts came flooding back. Tears hindered her vision. She could here the voices from her dreams again. Pain was swallowing her whole. She ran faster, more, desperately as the screaming came louder. Little miss perfect... Megalliera!!! ... beauty is a curse... your love shall die and perish... she could hear the voices playing louder and louder and over and over again. It was topped by her own screaming as pain came more.
"Lana Cerrisse Blake! What is wrong?!? Answer me!!!" Elle's voice was still distant .
"No... I'm not Lana Cerrisse Blake," she came to a halt as the tree loomed over her. Thoughts circled and spun her. Her vision blurred and her knees shook as she saw one last figure of a man's kind smile and warm, outstretched arms pointed towards her.
"I am waiting for you..." his voice was soft and soothing and, as always, took all pain away as she reached for his hand.
"I'm not Lana... I'm, I'm Crimson Kindleross-- Black," her consciousness faded as she thought she felt his hand on hers. She heard footsteps from behind and soon felt the soft cushion of the grass underneath her as she fell on the ground.
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Thanks for reading, now you reply and make everyone especially me happy! Details will come next chapter and oh yeah! Long Live Legolas!!!! Youko(",)
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters... yadda, yadda, yadda...
Oh yeah and I LOVE ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
Cerisse drove to Cirrus, the family company, situated in London. She was the supervisor of the marketing and advertising committee. She was the one in charge of making their products look good in commercials and real life. She drove one of the company's best sellers. A sleek, red beauty, she named this design Remus.
She looked at the rearview mirror and saw who she came to be after surviving the incidents of her forgotten past. A woman wearing black slacks and a matching blazer stared back at her. She had jet-black hair tied in a clever knot behind her with a stick of twelve inches holding it all together, the finely polished stick being the only remnant of her past. She had mysterious scarlet colored eyes contrary to all the other Blakes who had ash-brown hair and light green eyes and yet no one would mistake her for being otherwise. They all loved her and treated her like their own. Something she was more than grateful for.
She heard her mobile phone ring. She activated the hands-off mode and answered.
"Cerisse Blake speaking,"
"Good Morning ma'am, I hope you had a good sleep, the Ashfords called in a while ago and asked if you could meet them at the train station,"
"Okay, when are they due?" she asked, turning a curb. "They are expected around nine o'clock ma'am, platform seven,"
"Okay," she looked at her watch, and saw it to be eight thirty. "I'm on my way,"
"Thank you ma'am, have a pleasant drive,"
"You're welcome, see you later Fifi," she heard a gentle click and the line went dead. She drove to the station and smiled, satisfied when she saw people admiring Remus. She parked her car and walked to the station.
She sat on the bench nearest to platform seven. She relaxed and leant on the bench. She watched the people go back and forth, carrying their stuff, rushing and bustling around, some silent curses as they bumped into each other. This was where she belonged. or at least where she thinks she belongs.
She glanced at her watch and frowned. It was nine-o-five. The train was late and this day, this day she forbade being late. She hated tardiness on this day because she felt tardy for something, always felt tardy for something on this day she just didn't know what. She resisted every urge to bite her nails or scratch her head off. She barely resisted. She stood setting her thoughts on talking to the receptionist. And with her thoughts focused on that, she bumped head-on to someone. She staggered back and saw stars for minutes before her mind cleared.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry muggle- err I mean miss? I was rushing, I'm late, and close to missing my train, off I go then, I'm sorry again," the woman hoisted her and settled her on the bench. She spoke rather fastly and left her rather disoriented. But the woman smiled at her before leaving and she remembered smiling back. She stood up and followed the woman with her gaze. "Am I still disoriented or is that woman wearing the most peculiar of clothes?" The woman wore a long black dress, boots as shoes, a yellow tie in her waist and a blue baseball cap.
And if that wasn't weird enough, she gagged when she saw the woman go straight, head-on into the wall and went through it. She looked around and apparently, no one saw it but her. She walked towards the pillar unsteadily, completely dismissing the Ashfords, the train and the receptionist from her thoughts. She was now in front of the pillar. She stared at it with wonder. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it, it looked completely normal. She looked around carefully, seeing it so that she blended with the crowd and no one would take notice.
A voice from behind startled her. "So? Are you getting in or what? You're not the only one who needs to get to Hogwarts you know!" and with this, before she knew it, she was pushed towards the wall. She stifled a scream, braced herself for the impact, inwardly wincing and promised herself she would sue the person who pushed her. The impact never came.
She found herself in front of a train, poised and ready to leave. Swarms of people moved like a tide towards the train. It was a swirling blur of colors as different robes moved about, desperate to get to the train. She was carried in the flow and had no choice but to get in. once inside the train, the people dissipated and before long, the aisle was deserted. She sighed. She might as well find herself a seat.
She walked slowly looking for an empty slot. Her heart skipped a notch when she heard a familiar voice. She whirled around and followed the sound. It was the third one in the left. She knocked gently.
"Come in, come in," came a woman's voice, it sounded all but motherly and she felt a smile tug her lips. She entered.
"May I sit? I couldn't find a free one anywhere... and you're the only one I know... well, sort of know, please?" she spoke too fast and she couldn't stop herself from doing so.
"Why of course dear, there now, take the seat across me..."
"Thank you madam,"
"Don't mention it, and please, call me Elle, Elleonor Andrews," she waved her hand in dismissal and leaned on the seat.
"Oh, its Cerrie, Lana Cerrisse Blake," she smiled and leaned on hers too.
"Are you headed to Hogwarts too?" Elle handed her a cup of tea.
"Yeah, Ithink so," wherever that is.
"Oh, are you off to see Dumbledore then?"
"Dummy what?" she asked clueless.
"Dumbledore silly, Hogwarts' headmaster," her voice was knowing and the look on her face made her feel extremely stupid.
"Oh, right, of course how silly of me," she took a sip from the cup, trying to hide her face from Elle's gaze. The name struck a cord somewhere within her. It was very familiar however wierd the name did sound like.
"What a clever way to dress, it looked real muggle-like, you could fool anyone with that, it sure fooled me, I thought you were a muggle,"
"Well, you did too, look like a muggle a while ago," whatever muggle meant, she said remembering the clothes Elle was wearing and looking at her now with awe. Elle wore the same black dress, only now it looked formal and dreadfully sexy. It matched her black hair and brought out the color of her eyes, a stormy shade of gray.
"Well we both know the truth dear, no need to be the polite woman you are, oh, let's get rid of those clothes and give you a better one... Partellio!" she waved a wand like- no it was a wand and pointed it at her. She heard a swishing sound and froze as she noticed the change of wardrobe. She now wore a long green robe that clung tightly around her body. It was off- shoulders and flowed down to her toes. Her hair stayed in the same knot and the stick still in place. The look of it, all of it reminded her of the medieval ages.
"Thanks," she said almost speechless. She was in one of those dreams again, she had to be, this wasn't possible! The woman just performed magic! She now had a hard time breathing. She was panicking. Everything started spinning and before she knew it, she fell into unconciousness.
She woke up, minutes later to find herself inside a carriage and Elle smiling at her.
"Oh dear, I didn't think you were train-sick, I'm sorry, How are you feeling now?"
"Yeah I think so," she needed time to think and re-orient herself of where she was. She was in a train, with a person she barely knew, who could do magic and could might as well kill her anytime, going to somewhere she doesn't even know where and to top it all off, she was delirious to even entertain the idea of liking the fact that she was here.
This must be a dream. It was the only rational explanation there was to everything. Maybe this was her chance to finally find out why the two voices in her dreams hated her and why does the man in her dreams always end up easing all the pain. This was her chance to finally meet with him and not keep him waiting. She had to dream on...even though it feels so real. She looked out the window and found them seventy feet above the ground. Her ayes widened as she shot an alarmed look at Elle.
"Oh right, dear we're in a carriage, you were unconscious a while ago and since you said you were heading to Hogwarts I figured I'd bring you with me," "Thank you, I'm grateful, so what do you do?" She asked, still not recovering at the shock that a carriage was able to fly in this world.
"I am the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher,"
"How nice,--" she was cut off when the carriage shook. She looked at Elle who was calm as ever and felt the fear fade.
"We're here! Now what was your name again? Elle's voice echoed around Cerrie.
"I'm Lana..." she trailed off as she stepped off the carriage looking at everything. All seemed painfully familiar. The building, the garden... it's scenery, the way it looked, sounded, smelled, the way it felt. She turned taking it all in. Her heart was tightening. Her breath caught as she saw a tree from afar. It was the tree from her dreams. The tree where someone always waited for her. She was finally here.
The wind blew and a tug from behind told her the knot came off and her hair was now tumbling down, dancing freely with the wind. Her dress flapping carelessly behind her too. Tears were threatening for an unknown reason.
"Lana whats wrong?" Elle's voice was distant and muffled.
Lana... she started running towards the tree. No, Lana wasn't her name... thoughts came flooding back. Tears hindered her vision. She could here the voices from her dreams again. Pain was swallowing her whole. She ran faster, more, desperately as the screaming came louder. Little miss perfect... Megalliera!!! ... beauty is a curse... your love shall die and perish... she could hear the voices playing louder and louder and over and over again. It was topped by her own screaming as pain came more.
"Lana Cerrisse Blake! What is wrong?!? Answer me!!!" Elle's voice was still distant .
"No... I'm not Lana Cerrisse Blake," she came to a halt as the tree loomed over her. Thoughts circled and spun her. Her vision blurred and her knees shook as she saw one last figure of a man's kind smile and warm, outstretched arms pointed towards her.
"I am waiting for you..." his voice was soft and soothing and, as always, took all pain away as she reached for his hand.
"I'm not Lana... I'm, I'm Crimson Kindleross-- Black," her consciousness faded as she thought she felt his hand on hers. She heard footsteps from behind and soon felt the soft cushion of the grass underneath her as she fell on the ground.
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Thanks for reading, now you reply and make everyone especially me happy! Details will come next chapter and oh yeah! Long Live Legolas!!!! Youko(",)