The Amser Chronicles:
My Life if I Were a British Witch in the HP Universe

Table of Contents
The Letter
Diagon Alley
King's Cross


This Fan Fiction stars me, some friends, and the Harry Potter characters. Our names have been slightly altered to protect the innocent or guilty, depending on which way you look at it. I am using canon, complete with actual canon dates, to write my story. Because of this and because I decided to use my actual age as well, the story will start one year prior to PS/SS (I’m a year older than Harry Potter).

With the exception of this first post I will be including ‘requirements’ that my responders give me in their posts. I only request that you stick to just one requirement per update and don’t get too specific so that I can stick as close to canon as possible. I loved doing the EEFFD a while back and I write better when there are things I know I have to include so, I'm enlisting your help with my updates. So, without further ado, my story.


The Letter
It was a beautiful summer day and I was laying out in the relative cool of the shade cast by the lonely tree in our back yard, the brown grass crunchy under my back, when I heard the fateful ring of the doorbell. I let my mother answer the door because I wasn’t expecting any of my friends to come calling; they were all on vacation somewhere and I was stuck here all alone. But, my lazy afternoon of cloud-watching, bored out of my mind and too hot to move, was soon to turn into so much excitement! My father called for me to come inside just a few minutes after the bell had run and I entered the kitchen to find the most peculiar looking figure.

In all actually fact, the woman herself was rather unremarkable. She was an elderly woman, her hair in a tight bun, with a stern, yet kindly face. However, her attire was most bizarre, especially for a summer which was proving to be the hottest on record. She was wearing long emerald green robes which might have been fine if she were in a choir or graduating but, she couldn’t be here if she were doing either. I wondered what on Earth had brought someone dressed up as if for Halloween to our house and why I was wanted.

I didn’t need to wait long and my parents ushered the lady and me into the living room where we all sat down on our comfy, slightly worn, furniture. Her name was Minerva McGonagall and she was witch. My parents looked to be in complete shock when she told them that I was also a witch. To be honest, so was I. We had her do some magic for us to prove her claim. Who wouldn’t? She explained that the strange things that seemed to happen around me were magic, too. Undisciplined magic of which seemed to heavily disapprove. Then, she explained how I could be trained at a school called Hogwarts.

Hogwarts, it seems, was a school for magical learning. I’d learn everything from charms and transfiguration to astronomy and potions as well as History of Magic and other things. It sounded way too good to be true to the daydreamer of a girl I was at eleven years old but, even after she’d left with all sorts of instructions for my parents, I still hadn’t woken up. I went to bed that night and woke up the next morning to find the car packed. We were making a trip to London to buy my school things!


Next time on The Amser Chronicles: Diagon Alley

Oooh! More please! Jan is in Charlie's year, Gryffindor House by the way. Rawr!

Yay! Kris is off to Hogwarts! This is going to be so much fun.

Twin is my twin, so we are the same year, no?

Requirement.... hmmmmm.... Like... you get a first glimpse of the Weasleys in Diagon Alley?

Not feeling clever yet... it's early. hehe

pams pams!

Oh sad. Ern is a year younger than Harry, so she's just wandering around blowing things up as a 9-year-old. *sulks*

I want you to get a bizarre familiar...

Ern will definitely show up once Kristi is a third year. And I'll make a note that Lissy and Jan are seventh years at the present time, however what house is Lissy in? I know they are twins (seems fairly common) but, that doesn't necessarily mean they are both Gryffs (Patil twins are different houses).

So, that makes the requirements so far:
*see Weasley twins for first time in DA
*get a bizarre familiar

Notes:
Jan & Lizzy=same as Charlie & Tonks
Ern=coming into story during third year

Thanks for reading, guys! I'm hoping this will start picking up as time goes on. I always find that my writing mimics starting a book. Starts out slow and gets better as you get into it.

Am I even born? Maybe? XD I dont think so. haha.

BUT ITS GOOODDDDD! Can't wait to see what Kristi would do at Hogwarts ;]

It's really good so far. Pams!

I like it its better than mine Love&Hate-Sa9+

I think you should have a mishap in Ollivanders when you go to get your wand.

Neat story, by the way. I can't wait to read more!

Thanks for the encouragement. This is really nothing but a selfish story to while away the time and to provide a creative outlet for my energies when I can’t RP.

Requirements for this entry:
Lissydove: first glimpse of the Weasley twins in DA
Cassirin: get a bizarre familiar

Diagon Alley

We took our time driving through the countryside but, I just couldn’t wait to get there. The witch, Professor McGonagall, had explained all about how we were to find the Leaky Cauldron and get into the secret street hidden in London which contained all sorts of wizarding shops and even a bank where we could exchange our pounds for coins called galleons, sickles, and knuts in order for me to buy my school things. I was bouncing in my seat as the cab driver drove us up the street and gave us a queer look as we stepped out and walked up to what, I later learned, had looked like the seam between two buildings. I eagerly pushed open the door to the pub and led my parents inside as I took my first steps into the magical world.

The bar was fantastic with the brooms sweeping the floors and the glasses polishing all by themselves. The barman greeted us warmly and I wanted to stay and have a soda but, my parents pushed me onward, knowing there were more wonders in store for us and a list of magical school supplies we needed to procure before the day’s end. I skipped forward and to the back wall. My parents stood looking at it, my father tentatively poking it with a finger and a quizzical expression. After several minutes of this I was getting antsy but, the barman came up behind us, introducing himself as Tom, and tapped one of the bricks with a stick. I was confused until the wall seemed to melt away. My mother gasped and grabbed my hand as I squealed in delight. There are no words to describe the inviting scene that assailed our senses and snatched our breath away.

This was really happening. We were really stepping into a world I couldn’t have imagined even in my wildest and most fantastic dreams. The street was full of exotic looking people and wares. I wanted to run right into Magical Menagerie but, my parents reminded me that we needed money before we could actually buy anything. So, it was with reluctance that I bypassed the spectacular displays of kittens, owls, lizards, and other creatures I knew no names for. The bank however, was more than enough of a distraction as I caught sight of the odd and imposing creatures guarding the entrance. Those same creatures were inside and exchanged our ‘muggle’ money for gold galleons, silver sickles, and bronze knuts. My father had to write the conversions down because we were all having a little trouble trying to keep everything straight and to this day I can’t seem to remember how many knuts to a sickle.

“I want to go back to the pet store,” I pleaded with my parents and pulled on my mother’s hand. They were as intrigued as I was so once they started to follow I dropped my mother’s hand and continued on ahead of them, back toward the Magical Menagerie. I didn’t have nearly enough eyes to take in the different animals at the rate I wanted to take them all in. I always loved animals and even had a dog at home but, these were just amazing. Even the seemingly muggle animals were magical in nature. And I wasn’t the only one to think so. A couple of boys, twins by the look of them, with flaming red hair had their faces pressed up against the glass of a display case labeled ‘Puffskeins’. “I wish they were smaller,” I commented with a sigh when I saw them. My parents didn’t want me to get a very big pet.

When I finally exited the shop I was carrying a small water filled, bag containing a color changing goldfish. “They didn’t say I couldn’t have a goldfish. I don’t want a toad or a rat and an owl is too big,” I told my parents when they frowned at me. “Let’s go to the bookstore next.”

There’s not much to say about the bookstore other than that it was a good thing I was given a list of required texts or I would have wanted to purchase every book in the store. As it was, my father was now carrying twice the required number of books because aside from those on the list, I had convinced them that I needed Hogwarts, A History, Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions, Dragon Species of Britain and Ireland, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and Sites of Historical Sorcery. I was muggleborn after all and I needed to know everything I could about the magical world before being immersed in an all-magical boarding school.

The apothecary was another shop which was difficult to leave without buying out half the store. There were so many interesting powders and jars full of body parts or pickled animals. I couldn’t believe that you could brew magical potions. Wasn’t that something that only occurred in fantasy books? But, then again, wasn’t being told you were a witch something from one of those books as well? It shouldn’t have surprised me at all but, it did and I filled my new pewter cauldron (standard, size two) to with a potions kit, some glass phials, scales, an extra ladle, and a few other little things my parents allowed me to indulge in.

I was almost ready for school. I stood on tiptoe to read over my mother’s shoulder. “I still need a wand!” I exclaimed a bit too loud. I was starting to make a scene in my excitement. Several people turned to give me an indulging look, some gave dirty glances, and a few older children sniggered and then turned away. “Sorry,” I said in a more sedate tone.

I was making a beeline for the wand shop, Ollivander’s, which one of those kind people had recommended to us when my father caught my shoulder and pointed to a different shop. “School uniforms,” I mumbled, most displeased until I realized that I would get to wear robes like those people we had seen in Diagon Alley. I stood beaming on the pedestal as the woman, Madame Malkin, fitted me for school robes.

The two boys I had seen with their noses pressed against the pet shop display walked in followed by the merriest woman I had ever seen. She was plump with rosy cheeks and the most outlandish shawl. Like her sons, she had flaming red hair which clashed horribly with the odd assortment of garments she wore but, it was brilliant. The boys were groaning as she led them over to the used robes rack and complained about how fast they were growing. One of them looked back and caught me staring. I blushed and gave a little wave, earning me a stern “Stay still!” from Madame Malkin, before I averted my eyes to watch the people out of the window.

It wasn’t too long before we walked out, both of my parents’ arms full with the various purchases of the day. And now, the moment I was most curious for. It was time to get my wand. We walked into the old shop which smelled like a cross between an old library and a carpentry shop. It was great! An old man came out at once and introduced himself as Ollivander. He explained that he would need to take some measurements and then I would have to try some wands out because not every wand was the same. There were various different woods and lengths and three types of magical cores: unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feathers. As soon as he finished his explanations he set the tape measure to work and added, “The wand chooses the wizard,” and headed into the rows of ceiling-high shelves.

When he came back, the tape measure ceased its measurement accrual, falling in a heap at my feet. “Try this one, young lady,” Mr. Ollivander said as he handed me a short lightly colored wand. I took it gingerly, almost afraid of breaking it, but more out of reverence for such a magical object. I twirled it and then dropped it as it let out a bang. It scared the living daylights out of me but, before I could ask what had happened or if I’d done something wrong, Mr. Ollivander had disappeared. He came back with another wand and then another. When I felt like I had tried at least six dozen wands and was ready to give up (maybe there had been a mistake and I wasn’t a witch after all) he took the top off the next box and I looked upon the most beautiful wand, yet. “Oh, that one looks too expensive,” I told him and he just chuckled, handing it out to me.

I very carefully took the wand, making sure it was pointed away from everyone but, not at the ceiling and I felt all tingly inside. A burst of green sparkles trailed from the wand when I twirled it and I smiled up at Mr. Ollivander who was smiling right back at me. “Ebony, thirteen inches, dense with a dragon heartstring core,” he said, taking the wand back from me and boxing it up. As soon as he finished, I snatched it from him and held it close to my chest as my mother paid. We left the store and walked back to the Leaky Cauldron but, I didn’t see any of the wonders I had on the way in because I was too busy imagining what great things my wand and I were going to do.




Thanks for reading the long update and for your patience while I crafted it. Don't forget to let me know what you'd like to see me include in the next chapter, King's Cross.

Wow! That was awesome! It'd be cool if she saw the Weasleys again at kings cross

Excellent... a goldfish? Haha. I love it, and I can't wait to see what she names it.

In the King's Cross scene, I want to see... an escaping owl and someone pranking Percy Weasley.

oooh i like thiss
i'd like to see a dragon appear in a conversation
PAMS!

I would like to see her meet her new best friend....whoever that may be......

very awesome PAMS!!!

*wanders in*

*waves to Kris*

I want to see a runaway suitcase trolley at Kings Cross.

I apologize for the long delay between updates and thank you all for your requirements. They really help me focus and give inspiration to my writing.

Requirements for this entry:
Abbie0312: Weasley twins @ King’s Cross
Cassirin: an escaping owl & someone pranking Percy
liaeyes: dragon in conversation
marfamarfa: Kristi meets her best friend
Lissydove: runaway trolley

King’s Cross

I didn’t sleep at all. Not a wink. I was far to psyched for that. But, you couldn’t tell at all because I was running on an excited high. Today was the day I was to leave for Hogwarts. The past few weeks seemed to crawl but, the day was finally, FINALLY, here!! I bounced down the steps and into the kitchen. I inhaled my food, packed my suitcases into the car, and was already buckled in before my parents had even sat down with their coffees. What were they thinking?!?! We needed to go!!

Half an hour later, my parents came out of the house and found my head leaned against the glass of the back car window. I was fast asleep. I didn’t wake until we were pulling into the parking area for the station. “Oh! Why didn’t you wake me?” I demanded.

I was rewarded with chuckles before the car doors opened and we all stepped out. My father brought over a trolley. We all helped to unload the three suitcases, all green, onto the trolley. I carried the fish bowl with Henry, my color changing goldfish who was green to match the suitcases today. My mother and I had decided the best way to travel with Henry would be to put some plastic wrap across the top and secure it with a rubber band. It seemed to hold up well on the car ride.

When we got to the station, we located platforms 9 and 10 but, there were several barriers in between. Which one did we walk through and wouldn’t we look like fools if we picked the right one? Or perhaps we’d all been delusional that day in London and we’d look like fools anyway…

Those were not helpful thoughts and since we knew what to look for, we finally spotted people disappearing through the second barrier between platforms nine and ten. Carefully following the instructions given to us by the witch, Professor McGonagall, I felt a funny sensation in my stomach as I passed through the barrier and stepped onto Platform 9 ¾. I gasped at the sight of the old, scarlet, steam engine and the score of young witches, wizards, and their families. I even spotted those red haired twins from Diagon Alley. There was also one girl with bright pink hair and a funny nose talking with a boy who looked like the twins’ brother. I tried so hard not to stare but, it was difficult so, I turned back to my parents.

That was when it happened. Chaos broke out on the platform when, from out of nowhere, another red haired boy was shouting after a runaway trolley. The trolley seemed to have a mind of its own as it dodged people and animals but, rammed into every piece of luggage it could find, even if it wasn’t in the trolley’s direct path. The red haired boy’s face was as red as his hair as he shouted, “Fred! George! Stop it! What did you do?!?!”

I turned back to look at the twins who were doubled over with mirth as was their other brother, the girl with the pink hair whose nose looked normal now, and several other students. The mother, however, looked fit to be tied and ready to burst. She grabbed the ears of the twins as the father stopped the cart with a flick of his wand but, not before the trolley knocked over a large tower of trunks, on top of which sat an owl’s cage. The owl started swooping over the crowd. I ducked and covered my head with Henry’s bowl but, I escaped the owl’s ‘surprises’ as it deposited its waste on the heads of some students wearing green ties with their uniforms.

The students near the red haired family all laughed but, the parents were clearly angry and about to start scolding the twins. I decided to move on from the scene, not wanting to watch punishment being met out. It was time to board the train anyway.

The goodbye was tearful but, happy and short and I soon found myself hauling my suitcases behind me with one hand while carrying Henry in the other as I looked for an open compartment. “You can sit here,” I heard a voice call and I gratefully pulled everything inside and collapsed on the bench. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” the other girl said and held out her hand. “I’m Katie Bell and this is Cho Chang.”

“Kristi,” I smiled and greeted them both as a few other people entered our cubby and the train headed out of the station.



The next chapter will be titled Sorting but, will cover some of the train ride to school, as well.

Yay Kris! So happy to see an update!

Just a few of my favorites:

I really do want a Henry. hehe Green huh? Forshadowing where you'll be sorted?

Tonks!

That's awesome.

Poor Molly. *hugs*

OMG, hilarious. Poor Slytherins!

I love to see familiar faces!


Great update Kris! You integrate our suggestions so well!

What do I want next time, hm. I know I want to see all our canon charries sorted as well as Kristi, but I have a feeling you'll do that anyway.

Hm. On the train - someone accidentally walks into the wrong compartment at an awkward time.

At the sorting - someone makes a mess at dinner.

Yay, Kris! Great update, and it was so nice to see some familiar faces. I loved spotting my girl Tonks and my BOYFRIEND CHARLIE in there too . Excellent use of the requirements, and I got a huge kick out of the owl... and the Slytherins. YOu have a love-hate relationship with that house, I think.

For the next update, I'd love to see someone put their robes on wrong. Hehe.

Charlie is Ern's.



Jo didn't pair him with anyone cus she's saving him for Ern.