Hi to everyone who know me already. To new people I hope that you will enjoy my writing.
I'm not planning on reading DH. I've already skimmed through the spoilers and know the basic information that I need to know. I didn't enjoy the fifth or sixth books nearly as much as the first four. This is why I am using an original character and placing her into the Harry Potter world.
I couldn't bear to use the Harry Potter characters, since I know the outcome of their lives and I would love to use the past generation, but all their exploits seem for nothing since all of them die.
So, let's look at Chastity Chamberlain, an eleven year old muggle born, who is about to embark on her greatest adventure…
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling, nor do I claim any rights to her books. I am just writing a story based upon what she has created and put to print. Please don't sue me!
Final Note: If you believe that I am making my character too "Mary Sue" or want to criticize me about anything in my writing, please do so. If I find some truths in what you say then I will try to incorporate it in my writing to better myself. Thank you.
Prologue: The Birth of the Dark Lord and ChastityBone of the father, unknowingly given…
The Chamberlain family rush to the hospital. The day had finally arrived for them to greet the newest member of their family.
Flesh of the servant, willingly given…
Charles Chamberlain holds his wife hand, smiling down at her as they rush off to the delivery ward.
Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken…
"Push!"
The Dark Lord shall rise again…
"She's beautiful…" whispers Charles.
"Chastity," murmurs Laetitia. "Her name is Chastity Kathryn Chamberlain."
"Hello, Chastity…" Charles whispers. Unbeknownst to them, their daughter's birth was not the only one of importance on this day. Today, June 24th 1995, was the day that Lord Voldemort returned to the wizard world once again.
But that put no halt in the muggle celebration. They were happy, they were proud, and they were unaware of the effect that the simultaneous births had on their daughter. They were unaware that she gained magical abilities that day. She gained certain powers only an heir of Salazar Slytherin would have.
Chapter 1:It's the End of the World as We Know it
I sit on my swing, curled up with my favorite novel resting on my knees. I stare at the sky, looking as the birds fly by. I return my eyes to the book in my lap and drink in each of the pages. "Chastity!" I quickly jump out of my swing, snapping the novel closed. "Yes, Father?" I walk back towards our house, but give one look back at the wooden bench swing that sat in the middle of our yard, under the shade of an ancient tree. Father grins at me when he sees me at the door. He gives me a huge hug. "Happy eleventh Birthday!" He ruffles my nearly silver hair. I grin up at him and follow him into the house."So, what do you want to do today?" He looks down at me, awaiting my response.
I pretend to think about my response, but it is always the same every year. "Can you take Chad and I to the park? We can have a picnic lunch!"
My father nods. "Go tell your brother. We will leave at noon." I grin and rush up to my younger brother's room.
"Chad! We're going to the park in two hours."
I hear my brother running towards his door, and once he's opened it he gives me a hug.
"Happy Birthday, sis." I ruffle his brown hair, just as my father had done to me a couple of moments earlier.
I run to my room, still clutching my book to my chest and throw myself onto my bed. I stare up at the ceiling of my bedroom and try to remember…
My mother, father and I went on a picnic on my third birthday. We sat on a blue blanket, a woven basket sat in the center. We surrounded the basket and my mother and I chased the bugs.
The day was perfect for a picnic, absolutely lovely weather. My mother reclined in the sun, resting. Father asked her how she was feeling. He whispered it, so I wouldn't hear. But the butterflies were not as interesting as my parents thought.
I close my eyes and try to imagine that day once again, but the memory fades.
It is the last memory of the three of us together, enjoying ourselves.
My thought process is disrupted by a clicking noise at my window. I rise and look at my small visitor.
"An owl?" I ask myself, more surprised than anything else. I have a talent for animals, but I have never seen an owl so close, and never in the middle of the day.
The most interesting part is the owl made eye-contact with me and instead of flying away, like most birds would do at this point, she pecks at the window again and sticks out her leg. I look at the pouch and quickly open the window. I've never heard of an owl as a messenger bird before.
I take out a letter from the pouch and search for something in my room to give the owl, but I have no acceptable food. "Sorry." I whisper to the owl. I gently pat her head and open the letter…
"This isn't possible…" I whisper. "Dad?" I rush down the stairs, the owl still fluttering by me.
I run right into my father, not pausing. "Look at this?"
My father looks at me, almost as if he's going to scold me for pestering him with something while he is working, but he sees the owl and quickly grabs the letter from me, muttering some of the words as he reads:
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmistress Minerva McGonagall…" He pauses for a second, giving me a look, as if telling me that he doesn't believe me, but he continues to read.
"Dear Ms. Chamberlain, 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 book sand equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31."
"Chastity…" my father looks at me sternly. "Where did you get the paper?"
"Dad, this isn't a joke. The bird just literally flew to my window."
My father looks at me with disbelief.
"Can I?" I ask. "You were going to send me to boarding school anyway. If this is some sort of prank, we will find out soon enough, and if it's not…" I grin at my dad. "It's everyone's dream to go learn magic. And I can!"
"Let me write the letter, Chastity." My Dad says, sighing as he speaks. "We'll just have to keep this a secret, even from Chad."
"Yes, Father." I pause, thinking for a second. "Also ask them if they can give us directions on where to buy the supplies and books. I have a feeling that Standard Book of Spells won't be a normal book at any store around here."
"Are you sure about this, Chastity? You really want to go to this magic school."
"I think that it will be interesting." An adventure…
"Well, as long as you'll be able to contact me…"
I hug Father. "Thank you." I grin, my green eyes flashing with happiness.
"I'm sure I will be proud of you." He pats me on the head. "Now, go prepare for our picnic."
I continued to receive owls for the rest of the week. I kept small treats in my room, that I had quickly bought as soon as I found out that owl correspondence is the regular way of witches.
We were given instructions: where to go to buy the books, where to go to get on the train, some basic information about the wizarding world. My father finally began to believe that this wasn't all a bunch of rubbish, and agreed that we would have to go buy my supplies soon.
The strangest part about the entire correspondence was that they had been certain that I was a child in a wizarding family, although there had been no cases of a "Chamberlain" in any record that the wizard government kept. They apologized for not thinking about any troubles that a non-magical person would have finding their way around and not offering assistance to us, because they believed one of my parents had been a graduate. They offered to send someone to help us navigate our way around "Diagon Alley", but my father declined their offer. He wanted to figure this out on his own, once they gave us instructions on how to get there.
So now, July 10th, my father and I are going to purchase all of my school supplies. Chad went over to his friend's house, so Father and I have most of the day to find what we need.
We took the train to London. I curl my legs underneath me and open my green shoulder-bag and take out another book to read.
I'm expecting that I will enjoy my homework a lot more at a magic school than I did in normal school. Each of the books will probably seem like some fantasy novel for me.
A new adventure.
I look up from my book and at the scenery that we pass.
Father looks concerned.
"Well, today is the day of reckoning." He murmurs, just enough for me to hear him. "Today we find out if this was all some huge practical joke or not."
I shake my head, not believing that Father didn't believe yet. This was way too elaborate for anyone to be doing as a prank.
"Well, just remember. Stay close to me at all times." I nod my head, and my father ruffles my hair. The train stops. "Let's go, Chastity."
I quickly stuff the book back into my bag and follow my father off the train. I grip in my left hand the instructions on how to get into Diagon Alley and my father's hand with my other.
"Charing Cross Road…" I whisper to my father. He nods, and leads me in the proper direction. My father doesn't take us very frequently into London, so I do not know the city as well as I would wish.
"Well, we're here. Wherever here is."
My eyes scan the street. This is where the directions said. "There!" I point across the street towards a shop that had a faded sign, one of the chains broken and blowing in the wind. I only noticed because of the broken sign.
"I still don't see anything."
I shake my head. "Just follow me. It's probably guarded or something so that most people won't see it."
We cross the street and I open the door for my father.
"We're walking into a wall?" He asks me.
"Trust me. There is a shop here." Father shakes his head, but follows me through the door.
And into a busy tavern.
"Hi, I am Tom. I've never seen you two here before…"
"I'm a new student and we're trying to get to Diagon Alley…" I state, my father still quiet and in awe. "We're new to this entire experience."
"Ah, muggles. Well, I'll show you how to get into Diagon Alley. Just be careful not to go down Knockturn Alley. It's rather unpleasant for people, especially if you're muggle born. Come on, come on." We follow him outside of the shop to a wall.
He begins to tap the bricks in a pattern. "Three up, two across." He grins at me. "Just remember that next time. Go to Gringotts first. You'll need to change your currency into something useful here."
"That's the bank?" Father finally speaks.
"It's the only one in this area." Tom grins at us. "Now, go have fun, and don't gawk too much."
"Now do you believe me?" I ask.
We walk through the newly opened gateway, and I stare in awe at the people walking around: wearing colorful robes, pointed hats, the hustle in the streets, the animals, people selling unicorn hair, and ground bat wings.
I stare with wide eyes, but keep my hand clutched on my father's.
"There!" I point towards the towering white building with huge columns that says "Gringotts Bank" in white lettering. We first go through the large bronze doors and then go through a second pair of silver doors.
"Those aren't human…" Father murmurs as he looks at the employees of the bank. "Definitely not human."
They are rather short men, with pointed ears and tufts of white hair poking from their heads. They wear brown suits.
"Can I be of assistance?" I look down and see the man who I tower over, an abnormality for my short stature.
"Where can we exchange currency?" I ask as politely as I can.
"Follow me." The man begins to walk briskly through the building.
"I'm just curious, and I'm a bit new to this entire wizarding world concept-"
"I'm a goblin." The man replies. "We run Gringotts, the finest bank in England. It's the most well protected bank. There has only been one case of anyone breaking in and successfully getting what he wanted in the last few years…" the goblin cuts himself off and shrugs his shoulders. "But those were abnormal circumstances. Well, here you are."
"Thank you." I say, grinning. I give a half bow.
He nods at me and turns, my father engages the goblin at the front desk and goes through the process of exchanging the money while I look around the bank.
"I'd set up a vault for you, but I don't know anything about the currency here…"
"We can do that some other time." I grin at my father. "Lets go purchase my school supplies." I take out the next sheet of parchment. "Three pairs of work robes, one plain pointed hat, one pair of protective gloves, one winter cloak…one wand, one cauldron…" I pause. "Can I get a pet?" I grin at my father.
"Lets first get your books and uniform. Here." He hands me half of the golden coins that we had just gotten from the bank. "We're right by the robe store, and unless I am vastly mistaken, you can purchase your clothing there. You get your robes while I pick up some of your other supplies. Just wait for me if you finish before I come back."
I nod and hug my father.
I walk into Madam Malkin's shop and a quiet bell tinkles in the store. A woman rushes out. "Oh, another student. Come on, let's measure you for your new robes." She waves her hand and an assistant wearing black robes comes out. "Gabrielle, go help out…" the woman pauses. I quickly realize she's waiting for my name.
"Chastity. Chastity Chamberlain."
"Go help Ms. Chamberlain find some robes that suit her. Hogwarts?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I'll grab your hat, gloves, and cloak while you get measured. There isn't much of a selection under the Hogwarts requirements."
Gabrielle pushes me towards a dressing room and whispers a few words and a tape measure comes out and begins to measure me. Gabrielle takes quick notes.
"Muggle?"
"Yes." I say.
"I'm sure that this is all a bit overwhelming."
I grin at the blond assistant. "You have no idea how exciting this is. I've never been so happy before."
"Just hope that you get into the right house." Gabrielle pauses. "Well, that shouldn't concern you right now. Just remember to at least skim through your school books so you have a sense of what is supposed to happen."
I grin. "I don't think I've been more glad to read a book before in my life."
Gabrielle smiles at my childish excitement. "Well, here." She hands me a stack of robes that had magically appeared while we conversed. "Try on the uniform part too. The tie, badge, and liner will change colors once you find out what house you have been placed into." I nod my head.
I quickly change, as if I was worried that if I didn't I would wake up, and all of this have been one elaborate dream. I look at myself in the mirror, and realize that these are the best fitting clothes that I've ever had. I grin at myself and change back to my normal clothes.
"It works." I tell Gabrielle, and she quickly summons two more sets of the same outfit.
Gabrielle also places the hat, cloak and gloves on my pile of clothing. "I'll help you wrap the clothes up…" Afterwards I pay for the clothes, and she briefly explains the currency to me.
With my money pouch considerably lighter, I sit outside and await my father's return with my other school supplies.
I look out at the bustling street, and see someone my age walk towards me, standing with his mother.
I quickly move out of the way, catching a brief glimpse at the boy. He has short brown hair and what appeared to be grey eyes. His mother is a relatively tall woman with long brown hair that has streaks of grey in it. She seems majestic.
"Chastity!" I look up at my father. "I have everything except your wand and your pet." I grin.
"So I am getting a pet?"
My father ruffles my hair again. "Yes, yes you are." I grin.
"I saw a wand shop just a few streets over. Let's go there."
I follow my father. We pass by a couple of interestingly named shops: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Magical Menagerie.
We stop at Olivanders, a seemingly ancient store. When we walk in it is very quiet and the entire store is stacked to the roof with different boxes.
A younger wizard wearing pale blue robes walks out. "Hello, I am John Clarkson." He reaches out to shake my hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't have nearly the same knowledge that the previous owner had, although he did try to give me as many of his memories about the different wands he sold before he finally went into retirement."
"Well, this is a new experience for us as well." My father speaks. "Chastity is the first one in our family to have magical abilities."
"Well, then what are we waiting for: lets find the right wand…" Clarkson murmurs. "If you want to place your stuff down and go do something else while Chastity finds the right wand go right ahead. I have a feeling that she might be one of the more difficult people to find a match." He looks at our confused looks. "The wand picks the witch."
Father nods. "I'll be at the Magical Menagerie and see if I can find something for you." I contain my grin.
"Lets see. Nine and a quarter inches, oak, dragon heartstring." I gently take the wand from Clarkson's hands.
"Just give it a swish." He says, pretending to lift his hands and drop them, as if conducting an orchestra.
I lift the wand, but he quickly takes it from me. "No, no. That won't do at all. Hawthrone, eleven inches, veela hair. An odd combination."
I lift the wand in the air and bring it down, nothing happens.
Clarkson looks at me for a second, his head quirked to one side. "No, that won't do either."
He places the wand back in its box. We try many different wands: oak, holly, willow. Different lengths, although Clarkson is convinced that the shorter wands would be most beneficial for me. We try different cores: unicorn tail hairs, veela hair, dragon heartstring. Finally he grabs another, blowing the dust off the box.
"Walnut, nine and a half inches, phoenix feather." He passes it to me, once again I lift it.
I shudder and feel a sudden chill. I lift the wand and drop it. Small snowflakes come out of the wand.
Clarkson stares at me and takes out his own wand and whispers a spell. I quickly begin to feel warmer.
"Well, it's one of the strangest reactions I have ever seen, but it is a match for you…"
The wand did feel quite comfortable in my hand once I had gotten used to the sudden chill. "Thank you."
"You might want to learn a warming spell if you are going to use that wand." Clarkson says, looking at me as though I am under a microscope. "I have never seen that before…" he whispers again in amazement.
"What does that mean?" I ask, confused.
"Well…" he pauses looking at me. "I can tell that the wand agrees with you. It's just something that I've learned to see, but normally people have a warming sensation and give off sparks when they first lift the wand, but you. You sucked in the warmth and produced snow…" He shrugs. "It's just interesting. Maybe it has something to do with your past. Different people will have different reactions depending on their personal experiences."
I nod. "How much for the wand."
"Six Galleons." I hand over six of the large golden coins, and sit in the corner of the store with all of the purchases. I gather them around me, so that I take up as little amount of space as I possibly can. I stare out of the grubby window and await a sign of my father's approach.
I contemplate opening the new school books as I wait for my father, but I know better. Instead I just open my green bag again and seek my book again. I flip through the pages lethargically. It seems so useless to read about a fantasy world when I am now living in one that I have to learn about.
"Mother, can't I just have Father's wand." I hear a boy's voice complain. As he comes into view I realize that he is the same boy that I saw at Madam Malkin's.
"Daniel Octavius Cornelius!" The woman says in a stern voice. "I did not come here to hear you complain. The wand does not work with you, as your father and I have tried to explain multiple times. Let's just go through the selection process and see what we can get."
The boy seems to be taken aback by his mother's sudden outburst. I pretend that I can't be seen. I don't know if my presence will be offensive to others or not, so I just try to make it seem as if I am invisible and hope not to disturb anyone.
"Hello. Oh, another Prince, if I am not mistaken." Clarkson says.
"Not Prince anymore." The mother says stiffly. "Avery."
"Well, lets see if we can find a wand for you, Daniel."
Clarkson takes out a wand and hands it to Daniel. "Willow, ten and three quarters inches, unicorn hair." Daniel lifts the wand, almost not caring and drops the wand in a quick swishing motion. Green sparks erupt from the end of the wand.
Clarkson grins. "We have a match."
I stare from my little corner that I've nestled myself in. It took me what seemed to be half of the store's wands, but this other child got his wand on his first try.
The quiet of the store is interrupted by a door opening. "Chastity? Are you here?"
Daniel and his mother stare at the door. I quickly dislodge myself from my corner and they look at me, as if they hadn't noticed me before. Father and I grab all of the parcels that we had purchased.
"Thank you again." I say as we leave.
There is a black owl sitting in a cage when we leave the store. "This is yours, Chastity."
"She's beautiful! What's her name?"
"They said Vesperi. I also picked up some food for her, but I don't think that she'll want to eat dead mice…"
I nod. "Lets go home." I grin at my father. "I think I am ready for my journey now."
He pats my head. "I know you are."
End of Chapter 1
Ugh, that was a lot of details and getting some background for Chastity. I hope that you can bear with me and wait for another chapter. Please read and review, and if you have any complains or compliments please tell me. Please also tell me if you believe that my story is too similar to another's. I checked the title and noticed a number under the same name, but I haven't read any of them and most of them involved the Harry generation of characters.
Thanks.
Li Kailun
