[OoOo I've unveiled one of those deep dark secrets i've been mentioning.]
Soon after we boarded the train Chelsie fell asleep and everything was quiet. The only noise was the sound of the train racing across the tracks. I sat there, trying my best to imagine where we could be going, but it was no use. There could be a million places. I heard the compartment door open and watched Hagrid walk in. "Is she...." I nodded and he took a seat across from me. "Harry we need to talk." I could hear the uneasyness in his voice. "Did Chelsie ever mention to you anything abour...Lord Voldemort?"
I looked at him confused. "Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"
He took a deep breath. "Harry, many people don't know this but, Lord Voldemort had a child."
My eyes widened. "You're joking right?"
He shook his head no and I listened. "He had met this beautiful young girl and well you know how it works. When he found out she was with child he was outraged. On the day you were born, Harry, Lord Voldemort's child also came into the world. The moment he caught wind of it, he sent his death eaters to kill it's mother and bring the child to him. They did as they were told, and Lord Voldemort being the cruel man he is, decided to abandon the baby out in the middle of nowhere, hoping that soon, the child would meet the same fate as it's mother. Before he fled, he left a single mark upon the baby's right forearm, signifying that this was indeed his child. What Voldemort didn't know, was that he had abandoned the baby in a field, which was owned by a young muggle couple. They found the baby the next day and raised it as their own."
I was having a difficult time taking this all in. What was it that Hagrid was trying to tell me? "So, the baby's still alive?"
He shook his head yes. "She's 16 now, and her muggle parents proudly named her..." There was a pause in his voice. "...Chelsie."
The very air from my lungs rushed out of me as I turned my head quickly and stared down at the girl sleeping next to me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything except stare at her. "You mean, Chelsie's..."
"Yes, Harry, Chelsie is Lord Voldemort's daughter and he knows she's alive. Now that he has his own body, he'll be coming after her, except this time he won't try to kill her, he's going to..."
"...train her to become his succeeder." Hagrid could see that I wasn't happy about this at all. "So that's why Draco's been watching her every move, he's making sure nothing happens to her. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"It wasn't as much of a threat to you as it is now."
We both watched as Chelsie began to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. I grabbed her right arm and sure enough, there it was. The mark, in the shape of a lighting bolt. "Chelsie, where did you get this?"
"Get what?" I could tell she wasn't quite awake yet. "Oh that, I've had ever since I can remember."
"Did you realise it was in the shape of a lightning bolt?"
She pulled her arm away from me and examined it. She smirked. "You know, I never really realised that. It almost looks just like...." A scared look crossed her face. "Harry, what's going on?"
I just smiled at her. "Nothing Chelsie, just go back to sleep." She yawned, laid down in my lap, and did just that. "You have to tell her Hagrid."
"I can't. I just can't."
"Why not?" Before Hagrid could answer the train began to slow down, and we found ourseleves at platform nine and three quarters. "Where are we going Hagrid?"
He sighed. "You'll see Harry. You'll see."
[2 Be Continued...]
Soon after we boarded the train Chelsie fell asleep and everything was quiet. The only noise was the sound of the train racing across the tracks. I sat there, trying my best to imagine where we could be going, but it was no use. There could be a million places. I heard the compartment door open and watched Hagrid walk in. "Is she...." I nodded and he took a seat across from me. "Harry we need to talk." I could hear the uneasyness in his voice. "Did Chelsie ever mention to you anything abour...Lord Voldemort?"
I looked at him confused. "Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"
He took a deep breath. "Harry, many people don't know this but, Lord Voldemort had a child."
My eyes widened. "You're joking right?"
He shook his head no and I listened. "He had met this beautiful young girl and well you know how it works. When he found out she was with child he was outraged. On the day you were born, Harry, Lord Voldemort's child also came into the world. The moment he caught wind of it, he sent his death eaters to kill it's mother and bring the child to him. They did as they were told, and Lord Voldemort being the cruel man he is, decided to abandon the baby out in the middle of nowhere, hoping that soon, the child would meet the same fate as it's mother. Before he fled, he left a single mark upon the baby's right forearm, signifying that this was indeed his child. What Voldemort didn't know, was that he had abandoned the baby in a field, which was owned by a young muggle couple. They found the baby the next day and raised it as their own."
I was having a difficult time taking this all in. What was it that Hagrid was trying to tell me? "So, the baby's still alive?"
He shook his head yes. "She's 16 now, and her muggle parents proudly named her..." There was a pause in his voice. "...Chelsie."
The very air from my lungs rushed out of me as I turned my head quickly and stared down at the girl sleeping next to me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything except stare at her. "You mean, Chelsie's..."
"Yes, Harry, Chelsie is Lord Voldemort's daughter and he knows she's alive. Now that he has his own body, he'll be coming after her, except this time he won't try to kill her, he's going to..."
"...train her to become his succeeder." Hagrid could see that I wasn't happy about this at all. "So that's why Draco's been watching her every move, he's making sure nothing happens to her. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"It wasn't as much of a threat to you as it is now."
We both watched as Chelsie began to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. I grabbed her right arm and sure enough, there it was. The mark, in the shape of a lighting bolt. "Chelsie, where did you get this?"
"Get what?" I could tell she wasn't quite awake yet. "Oh that, I've had ever since I can remember."
"Did you realise it was in the shape of a lightning bolt?"
She pulled her arm away from me and examined it. She smirked. "You know, I never really realised that. It almost looks just like...." A scared look crossed her face. "Harry, what's going on?"
I just smiled at her. "Nothing Chelsie, just go back to sleep." She yawned, laid down in my lap, and did just that. "You have to tell her Hagrid."
"I can't. I just can't."
"Why not?" Before Hagrid could answer the train began to slow down, and we found ourseleves at platform nine and three quarters. "Where are we going Hagrid?"
He sighed. "You'll see Harry. You'll see."
[2 Be Continued...]