Chloe Perth At Hogwarts: The 1st Year

The Truth Revealed

Later that day, around six o’clock in the evening Mr Perth came home to find his wife sitting in the middle of their thirteen seated couch knitting with different shades of green wool which was coming out of her kitting bag which was by her feet.

Chloe sitting in the left corner of the couch with her feet curled around her and she read whichever of her large collection of books she was reading at the moment, he and Anne always spoiled the kids when it the right occasions.

Christmas, Birthdays, even at Easter they got presents along with their chocolate eggs. However he was glad that his children didn’t act like they were spoiled by getting so many presents from them. That’s why when Thomas asked if he could have a computer for his birthday they agreed.

Well that as well as because they had brought Chloe a new Bookcase been as she was running low on room on her other one at the same time. He turned towards Thomas and found that him lying on his stomach on the right side of the couch watch his cartoon on the TV.

“Hey everyone” he said as he made his way into the room loosening his tie.

“Hey Dad/Dear” they said, Chloe not looking up from her book, Thomas not looking away from the TV. Anne looked up at him with a smile.

“How was work?” Anne asked her husband.

“It was tiring” he said as he went round the back and leaned over and gave her a little peck on the lips.

“Ew gross dad” Thomas made a face at his parents.

“Oh pipe down Tom, their married there are allowed to be lovey dovey you know” Chloe said still not looking up from her book. Mr Perth moved beside her so that only the couch back was between them a plucked her book out of her hand.

“Hey, I deafened you” she yelled at her him moving to get her book back but he moved it further away.

“I know but where’s my kiss from my little girl” he said as he pouted. Chloe just rolled her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and grabbed the book back from him.

“Oh honey, our daughter is becoming so cold to me, her old poor father” he cried as he moved toward his wife who had gone back to her knitting.

“What do you except, you stole her book for blackmail” she said as she didn’t even look at her husband, she was knitting Chloe a beanie hat because one, she didn’t like any of the ones in the shops they were to over the Top, two, Chloe loved homemade stuff.

Anne remembered Chloe saying once that they made her feel at home even though she may be on holiday or away from home a couple of days, and three, she needed something to do now that the kids were going to be home all summer doing their own things.

“I mean really Phillip dear, what makes you think that he wouldn’t be mad at you when you interrupted her at a good part I imagine or she would have looked up when you walked thought the door like she always does, now wouldn’t she” she continued as she look up to see what it was what her son was watching when the advertisements she turned to look at her son.

“Thomas” she said to catch his attention. Tom turned to look at her. “Why don’t you tell your father what you’ve been doing all day” Phillip looked at his son with a raised eyebrow. His wife never did anything without a reason, so now his was curious as to what he had been doing that he needed to know. Tom sat up with his head down.

“I learned how to do the laundry with mum, because Chloe told me that I should bring down all my dirty clothes form off my floor down stairs to be washed” he said quietly in shame. He knew what his mother was getting at when she had told him to tell his dad about it, he also knew his dad would be mad at him.

“Yes but what also happen when you and Chloe brought it down stairs into the tiled floor kitchen” she knew he was avoiding that bit so then he wouldn’t get shouted at, but Phillip had to know because it could have been worse and Chloe could have been really hurt. Now Phillip understood why Anne had brought it up, he looked over to Chloe and saw that there weren't any ban aids anywhere to be seen or bandages so she wasn’t injured to badly.

“When Mum yelled at me for bringing it down all in one go I let go of the basket and Chloe ended up falling back and hitting her head, with the clothes falling on top of her” he said as he could feel the tears coming.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen, he was just scared by mum raising her voice and went to balm Chloe, like they always did. “I didn’t mean to and I said sorry, really I hadn't” he said as he looked up to his dad, eyes glazed over in sadness” Phillip Sighed.

“It’s ok, just don’t do it again you could end up killing you sister brain cells” he said trying to lighten the mood, Chloe court on and played along.

“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed. “Don’t think that a hit to the head will stop me from beating you at scrabble, dad, I could beat you if I lost all my brain cells, remember last time we played, you tried to tell me that ‘Huggle’ is a word”

“Excuse me it is a word I do it every night with your mother when we go to bed, it is a cross between hug and cuddle while it lasts slightly longer than a hug and is good when comforting mildly upset people.” She counted smartly. Anne just sighed.

“Honey, she has a point, just because you say it doesn’t mean that it is allowed in a game of Scrabble, and Chloe stop teasing your father please, you know he had just come back from work” she said. Once she had finished there was a knock on the door. And they all turned their attention to the door.

“Are we expecting anyone dear” Phillip asked as moved to the door, Anne also stood and moved.

“Not to my Knowledge” she replied as they got the arch she turned to the kids. “Stay there for a minute, ok?” and then went to open the door. As she opened the door there stood a middle aged woman with in a velvet forest green cape and black pointed witches hat.

“Good Evening, By any chance are you two Mr Phillip Perth and Mrs Anne Perth, Mother and Father of Chloe Perth?” she asked in a plain voice.

“Yes” Phillip relied and they saw that she gave a sigh of relief. “Who are you?”

“I am Deputy Headmistress, Professor Minerva McGonagall of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry” she said proudly and a smile appeared on her face.

“I’m here to help you prepare Chloe for Hogwarts under the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore’s request, you should of got a not in the letter that was sent saying I’d be popping in” she continued. “May I come in?” Anne gave her own sigh of relief.

“So that was what that letter was” she said then gave the McGonagall an acquired smile. “Please come in” she said as she opened the door wider for the lady. Phillip gave them both a confused look.

“What letter?” Phillip asked confused.

“Chloe got a letter this morning, it was a surprise but I didn’t read it because it was hers, but after she read it, I’m sorry to say that Chloe didn’t take the letter very seriously” Anne explained a little embarrassed of what Chloe had done with such a serious letter.

“She burst out laughing when she read it so I didn’t even look at it, I’m sorry” she apologised. McGonagall eyes soften at this. It was common for this to happen and she always had to go the Muggle borns homes to explain what was going on.

“That’s all right Muggle borns tend to not to believe the letters, thought I have to admit she is the first to laugh at the letter” she said with a little chuckle at the end.

“‘Muggle Borns’?” Phillip asked confused. McGonagall eyes widen with shock, how could she have been so stupid.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, that was so rude” she cried, both gave her a confused look, she straighten.

“Muggle is what us witches and wizards call non-magical people, such as your selves, a Muggle born is what a child who was born into a non-magical parents” Anne looked to Phillip at this then back to McGonagall.

“Professor McGonagall would you like to come and sit down and have a cup of tea there is something we must tell you before you talk to Chloe about this” Anne said as she offered her arm to the woman.

“I don’t see why not, the evening is still young, unless I’m holding you up, you look like your about to go out for the evening, that skirt is very lovely” McGonagall said as she took the woman’s arm. Anne smiled happily at the complement; she was wearing her knee length blue slim skirt with a pale blue blouse.

“Chloe, Thomas can you go to your rooms please me and your mother have to talk to this lady in private” Anne asked her children.

“Fine” Thomas he said as he got up and moved towards the stair to go up.

“Can I go sit outside for a bit please dad, it’s still light and I hear it’s meant to be a cool night” Chloe asked as she closed her book, placing her bookmark in it.

“Yes all right, but when we say come in, you are to come in, not like last time when she argued, or its lights out at eight, got it” Anne said in a stern voice of warning. McGonagall gave the child the once over and could tell straight away that she was going to be a powerful witch one day, with the right teaching.

Chloe nodded and went thought the dining room and out the glass doors, shutting them after walking though. Phillip showed McGonagall the couch while Anne went into the kitchen to boil the kettle. Once the water was on she came back through to the living room.

“Would you like tea or coffee Professor McGonagall? Dear?” she asked them both and she grabbed the coffee table doily cloth form the self in the cuboids and lied in on the table.

“A cup of tea would be nice please” McGonagall answered while she took off her hat and levitated it towards the hat rack in the hallway.

“Coffee love, Chloe isn’t going to be doing that all the time she here is she” Phillip asked as he paled form watching the magic, whereas Anne looked amazed.

“You know that could come in handy” Anne said as she moved back in the kitchen to prepare the drinks. McGonagall chuckled at Anne’s reaction.

“Yes, many mothers have said that Mrs Perth; however Mr Perth you will not have to worry about it for a long time, no Witch or wizard is allowed to us magic unsupervised by an older witch or wizard until they pass their seventeenth birthday” replied as she laid her hands in her lap, her long cape sleeves falling either side of her legs.

“That’s good, god knows what she would do with her magic” Phillip said with a sigh of relief and smirk on her face. Anne came back in with her tea tray. The tray had her tea pot and two tea cups and Phillip coffee.

“You know she would really do anything with it Phillip, apart from read in the dark and levitate her book when her arms hart” Anne deafened. “Anyway we should be grateful that it’s Chloe, not Thomas with magic”

“Ah that reminds me” she said as she put down the try on the table them moved to the cabinet. Inside they had put the blanket and note. “Chloe isn’t our child, and form what you’re saying I believe he was a wizard”

McGonagall face became serious as Anne finished. Anne handed her the note and then poured the tea. Once McGonagall had read it over she looked at the two.

“Is there any clue as two who this ‘SB’ is, has anyone ever come to get the child?” she asked as she passed the note back to Anne.

“There is this crest in the corner of the blanket we found it in” she said as she took the note and gave her the blanket. “really we owe this stranger, you see our son was born nine months after Chloe, and we think I got pregnant because of the powder that I took, went had a mouth before told us that I may never get pregnant, and never give birth to a live child” she said with a small sad smile.

“It was all like a dream come true, we got a child of our own and got to raise a boy and a girl, we promised together that we would tell Chloe when the time was right that she wasn’t ours, I guess that time is now, but I had hoped to wait until she was eighteen to tell her” she said as she looked towards her husband who was looking at Chloe sitting in a chair on the Patio. McGonagall looked at the crest a recognised intermediately and turns her head to look at the child.

“It can’t be” she muttered and then looked at the crest again. Anne had heard her clearly, but Phillip only heard a mummer.

“What’s wrong?” Anne asked. McGonagall turned her head to look Anne straight in the eyes.

“This is the crest of the Blacks”


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