・Chapter 5・

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I grab by bags from the trunk and and follow the others up the long, path leading to the front porch. 

The path is beautiful. A wonderland. Many Ash trees, all lined up perfectly next to each other, They have grown together forming a light domed canopy, snow covering the leaves gives it the most majestic aura. I'm stunned. How can this be a path? this is like walking through the woods! they must be very rich if they can afford all this. 

We finally come to a clearing, i look up. The house-castle! is even bigger than i thought. I think its three story. The walls are a beautiful old pasty colour, with a tinge of rusty looking paint, The front door is what looks like red oak with patterns embed with gold. This is like a dream, every little girls dream is to live in a castle. This is now my reality.

Anne pulls out a large golden key and unlocks the door. The interior is even more spectacular than the outside. 

A large and very elegant staircase, much like the one at the orphanage is placed about fifty metres in front of the door, a beautiful carpet spread out along the stairs. I look up to find a large chandelier, place above me, the large crystals gleaming in the light. 

"Come with me, i'll show you, your new room so you can unpack, then if you like you can have a look around. I'll call you for dinner" She smiles. I already like her. I nod and follow her up the stairs, her helping me with my bags.

We walk down a very long and wide corridor, many paintings are hung on the walls. Some of people and some of just scenery. but never the less they are beautiful, the frames making them look like they are hundreds of years old. They probably are.

We finally stop in front of a large door, similar to the front door, just less rusty and not as big. 

Gemma pushes the doors open and as soon as i see whats in side, my jaw is on the floor. This is my room!? 

A massive, yellow, red and white carpet lay elegantly across the floor. A desk is placed next to the entrance, and on the other side, there is a large purple chair. In front of that is a red footrest, gold tassels hanging from the edges. A black and gold chair is places in front of the desk. The walls are an extravagant red and yellow and right in the middle of the room is a humongous bed, with a canopy and steps leading to the bed. I didn't even realize Gemma wasn't next to me when i heard the door shut.

I snap out of my gaze and move to the drawers that are next to the desk. I unzip my suit case and start unpacking.

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After a while of unpacking, I'm exhausted and fall onto the bed in a heap. Falling asleep within seconds. This time, no dream to scare me.

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I awake to the sound of birds chirping and muffled voices, talking. I look down to my watch to find its five in the morning. Whoa. My stomach grumbles but i ignore it and get out of bed. I quickly get dressed into a white shirt with a skull on it, my leather jacket, some black skinny jeans, black boots, grey scarf and beanie. What? its cold out.. 

I quietly step out of my room. Time to have a look around. I walk down the quiet halls. Everything is so old and royal like. I still cant believe I'm adopted and am living in a castle. Its all so overwhelming. 

I think i will have to make a map so i know where to go-

"Ebony?" I stop dead in my tracks at the sound of his voice. No. no, no, no, no, no

I swing around on my heels to come face to face with Harry, our close proximity making me anxious. 

"What are you doing here?" He slowly speaks, still trying to process that i am in fact in his house. 

"I-i your parents adopted me"  I tremble and take a step back, scared of his reaction. His eyes widen, fists clench. confusion and... fear? cross his face. He takes a step back, then another and another until he turns around and sprints down the hall.

Well, thats not what i expected...

(Ooo. Harry found out. And so did Ebony. Did you like this chapter? i tried to give a good description of everything. Oh and the picture on the side is of her room)

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