Expect the Unexpected (Clexa)

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A/N Hello! I understand it's been a while since I have written anything at all, and I know a lot of my followers are unaware what Clexa even is, and I know I said I would be gone for a few months, but I feel like that would just make everything worse. So I feel like maybe I should just write something so that I can just pour my emotions out. This is going to be a Harry Potter AU, and I'm starting it out at a very slow pace, I will be continuing it, and a lot of it will be written and published today (it's also in third person but we'll be following Clarke's journey at Hogwarts).

         Clarke's feet dragged through the empty hallway, scuffling on the carpet. She dropped her bag onto the hardwood floor and peeled off her sweat-drenched socks, mumbling and complaining of exhaustion as she struggled to pull off her shoes. She had to walk home from her best friend's house, which was nearly ten blocks away from her own home.

"Mum?" she called down the empty hallway, patiently waiting for a response.

"In here, sweetie!" Clarke's mom called from the kitchen. "Lunch should be finished in an hour or so, I didn't realize you would be home so soon," Clarke's mom said, poking her head out of the archway connecting the kitchen to the living room.

"Okay mum, I'll just watch the telly until your done!" Clarke said, grabbing the remote and taking a seat on her forrest green couch, wriggling around to make herself comfortable.

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           Clarke lived a normal life with normal parents, and she didn't mind that nothing exciting ever happened. She is, in fact, moderately satisfied with her mundane life. Not happy, but satisfied. She is ten years old with a doctor for a mom who specialized with trauma surgeries and a father that is an aerospace engineer who works for NASA. Clarke travels a lot because of her parent's jobs, and she doesn't mind. Clarke has been to, in total, six different schools. She never really stopped to make any friends, besides Wells of course. She has known Wells since her early preschool years, and he moved around just as much as she did, seeing as Wells' father was also an aerospace engineer for NASA. She and Wells are inseparable, always doing everything together. Wells taught her how to play chess, he always let her borrow pencils in school, and she never has to ask when visiting his home.

          Life in Devon was nice, there are many landscapes she can paint seeing as her small flat in Plymouth was right off the coast. Clarke's favorite thing to paint are the sunsets. The beautiful reds and oranges bouncing off the baby blues of the ocean. Clarke's eleventh birthday is soon, on July the twenty-ninth, and yesterday was July the twenty-eighth. She was born at exactly 3:07 so she had a few hours to wait since it was only 1:30. Her mom, Abby, and her dad, Jake, were getting prepared for her eleventh birthday, but why they were getting prepared for she couldn't figure out. She usually had a small birthday with Wells, but her mother and father had previously explained that this time it would only be her and her family. At the time she had complained, moaning about how she wanted only one person to come to her birthday, but she later found out that that wasn't the smartest idea, because she was sent to her room soon after.

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           Today is Clarke Griffin's birthday, and she is excited to finally be as old as her best friend, Wells. Clarke is seated at the table, waiting as her mom brings her lunch to the table. Clarke's mom carefully placed her soup and and bread on the table, not wanting it to spill. Clarke brought the spoon of soup to her mouth, blowing softly on the steaming liquid.

"Are you excited for your birthday?" Abby asked, giving her daughter a small smile. Clarke nodded vigorously in reply, nearly spilling her soup on the tablecloth. Abby chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm, placing her hands in her lap and crossing her legs. Clarke took another sip of her soup when she heard footsteps. Clarke quickly bounded out her chair to greet the footsteps, and she hugged the person tightly, only reaching their waist.

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"Dad!" Clarke shouted, burying her face in his stomach. Jake chuckled, brushing his daughter's hair out of her face. Clarke's smile widened as he bent down to meet her eyes, and give her a hug.

"Hey there, Princess. Excited for your big day?" He said, giving her a charming smile as she nodded happily again. Jake rolled up his sleeve to look down at his watch, checking the time. "Looks like you missed it there sport, it's already five!" Clarke gasped and grabbed his arm to look at his watch, pouting at him and crossing her arms as she read that it was 2:58.

"Dad it's not five, it's just nearly three!" She said, sticking out her bottom lip and huffing at him. 

"Is that so? I guess I must've read it wrong. Good thing I have a Princess to help me," Jake said, picking Clarke up and placing her on the couch to tickle her sides. Clarke giggled, struggling to get out of her father's grip. Abby walked into the room, placing her hands on her hips and smiling at them.

"Come on you two, the soup is getting cold," Abby said, chuckling to herself as she walked back into the kitchen. Clarke finally escaped her dad's grip, and she jumped off of the couch and into the kitchen. She sat back in her chair, checking up at the clock and read 3:04. Clarke quietly sipped her soup as Abby washed the dishes. Jake walked up behind her and whispered something into her ear, and Clarke tried to lean forward to here them better.

"Should we have told her?" Clarke heard her father's voice, rasping quietly into her mother's ear.

"Of course not, you know that we want a normal life for her. She seems perfectly happy right where she is," her mother replied, and Clarke had a sneaking suspicion that they were talking about her. Why would they be talking about me, what didn't they tell me? Clarke wondered, many questions clouding her thoughts. Clarke quickly peered back at the clock, it was 3:06 and she could've sworn she heard the quiet flapping of wings. Clarke took another sip when she knew that she heard something. Clarke looked out of the open window closest to her, and she could make out a flying figure, hastily approaching. She ducked just in time as the winged figure swooped through the kitchen, dropping a letter on the table and disappearing back out of the window. Her mother and father quickly turned around looking at the letter with concern. Clarke saw her own name, Clarke Griffin on the letter, and grabbed it.

"Sweetie, I'm not so sure if you should-" but Abby was cut off by the ripping of the envelope, and Clarke opened the papers, scanning the words on the page.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and  WIZARDRY

         Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Wit., Chf. Sorceress, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Witches)

Dear Ms. Griffin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Yours sincerely,

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