Author's Note: Most of the 'facts' I will be using in the story are 'facts' in Harry Potter. I will tweak and twist them in any way I wish, however. I have finished typing the 7th chapter, but I will only post the next chapter when I have at least 5 reviews (from different people). If I don't get them in a week, I might post it anyways. I'm also going to start writing a question at the bottom of the chapter (usually had something to do with what you think will happen later in the story) which you can answer in your review.

Disclaimer: If I had owned Harry Potter I would not have let all the Marauders die. And did they? So do I own Harry Potter?

Chapter Five:

The Dream

"Come here, darlin'." Chloe stepped towards her mum warily. Arms reached out towards her, but somehow they were too slender, too smooth. The nails were painted green; her mother never used that color. She looked up, into her 'mum's face and screamed.

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Chloe sat up in bed, breathing hard. I need to get out of here! she thought. But I can't tell 'Mum' or she won't let me go to the 'interview' and there are things I need to learn.

Chloe looked out the window, studying the sky to find out what time it was. About 4:30 am. I'm gonna go see Sunny and do my morning chores. He'll be glad to see me, I hope. She checked the door and it was locked. Window-climbing time!

Unsure, hesitant, Chloe decided to use her magic to get out. :Connected to the window pane, let rope appear and touch the lane: A rope sped down to the ground. She then turned to her bag, hissed something else, and swung the now invisible bag on her back.

Carefully swinging her leg over the window pane, Chloe grabbed the rope and lowered herself to the ground wordlessly. :Banish!: she hissed at the rope and it disappeared.

'Morning, Sunny! Chloe stroked his neck lovingly.

You're early today, Mage Girl. Tell me, what is troubling you?

Chloe told him about what had happened the night before and her suspicions of her 'mother'. I'm sorry, Sunny, but we probably won't be able to go to the training course.

It doesn't really matter to me. But I could take you there if you'd like.

Maybe later today. After I meet with the wizard Shacklebolt, I'm running away. I think my mother's body is either dead in the ruins of our house, or she has been captured. I do not believe that is Mum unless they somehow control her mind.

You are probably correct my friend. I cannot come with you on your journey, but I will help you.

But why?

I have many reasons. I am tame, I belong to humans. I will not be welcomed where you will go. I belong here with my master; you do not. I am used to being fed and watered and protected by your kind. I would miss its comforts. I will still help you, my foal, and I will miss your kindness.

Sunny, I love you! You were my first real friend. You have been kind to me too and for that I thank you. I wish you could come with me forever, though I appreciate your help. Chloe broke off, tears threatening to be spilled. She blinked fast and did her chores quickly.

My friend, I have a favour to ask you, Chloe told Sunny later, right before they started their ride. I'm sorry to take away your condition ride, but if we're riding later you need to save it. I'd like for you to take me down Charity Cross Road to a grey run-down pub. After, you may do as you wish as long as 'Mum' and the Nelsons are under the impression that I'm riding you, so stay out of sight, and be back here at 11:30 sharp.

It'd be a pleasure to help you, Mage Girl. Let's go! Chloe vaulted onto his back, and he trotted towards the trails, giving anyone that would happen to be watching the impression that they were merely enjoying a day on the trails.

Once the stable and the Nelsons' house was out of sight, Sunny turned in an arch and they made their way toward Charity Cross Road, making sure to stay out of sight as much as possible.

We're gonna go on the road now, Sunny. I don't know where it is, and I don't want to miss it. They went back on the road, Sunny trotting slowly, elegantly. Showoff!

I'm not a showoff! I'm just trotting with natural grace.

Of course, my dear friend, forgive me.

Of course, young maiden. Sunny played along.

"Whoa!" Chloe said out loud. "Walk boy."

You know you can just Speak to me, right?

Yes, but it would look suspicious. Oh, halt! Sunny stopped in between a record store and bookshop at Chloe's command.

The grey, sorry-looking pub from her dream was right in front of her. Bye, Sunny, I'll see you later. 11:30 sharp unless I whistle for you. If you need to find me, stop right here and mentally call me.

Bye, Mage Girl!

Chloe dismounted gracefully, giving his neck one last pat. "'Bye." She turned around and strode into the pub.

Once inside, she looked around. Sitting by a booth not far from were she was standing sad and elderly wizard reading the Daily Prophet. A few booths away, two witches gossiped excitedly. A little girl complained to her mother about something. A redhead with freckles sat by himself, sipping--what had the wizard called it? Ahh--butterbeer.

Chloe walked over to the barman, Tom. "Hello, Tom," she greeted.

He looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know my name?"

She stood on tiptoes, completely ignoring his question. "Is that really a wand? I've never seen one before!" she exclaimed excitedly.

He looked at her oddly. "Yes, it's a wand, every wizard and witch has one. Now answer my question."

"Not me, I don't have a wand, but I shall get one later, I believe."

"How did you know my name?" Tom asked again, holding his wand tightly.

"I Saw it," she replied simply.

Tom looked up, surprised. "You are a Seer?"

"I think so. It was pleasant talking to you! Oh, can you let me in?" Chloe asked, somehow knowing it was the right thing to do.

"Into the Alley?"

"Yes, please. Where else?."

"Do it yourself. If you don't have a wand, just tap the right brick with your finger three times and whisper 'open up'."

"Thank you!" Chloe almost sprinted out of the pub. She stopped in front of the brick wall, studying it closely with her Inner Eye. One brick glowed slightly. Tapping it thrice she whispered, "Open up!" and got the surprise of her life.

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CQ: Where do you think the Dark Mark came from? Who sent it and why?