Harry Potter and the Long Lived Enchanter
Written by HigherSpectrum
Note- This is a crossover between Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling and the Chrestomanci Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones. This takes place for HP sometime before the 4th book, not exactly sure which year. For CQ, sometime after Eric Chant was Chrestomanci.
Note 2- I began to plan the first 8 chapters of this story on the first day that I thought of it. LATER- I found out that there are two other Chrestomanci/Harry Potter crossovers. I didn't want to throw my planning away, so I made a story anyway. I am NOT copying those peoples ideas if this sounds familiar…I haven't even read those. Sorry!
Disclaimers- Please believe me when I tell you I own absolutely nothing but the character Jeanna Chant.
Part 1- Chant the Enchanter
Jeanna Chant awoke to the sunlight pouring through her window. She knew she should have been up much earlier, but Saturday should be a day of luxury. Unfortunately, the world had other plans.
"Chrestomanci…Chrestomanci!" someone called somewhere in the world. They had obviously forgotten that Chrestomanci was a girl this time around, and she wished she had been called Chrestomanca! She knew that whenever someone called her, she had to appear, and she couldn't waste anytime. She was up and out in her nightgown, and soon in front of a gentleman in his sleeping wear.
"What seems to be the problem?" Jeanna asked sleepily. They were in someone's bedroom, and the place looked a mess, like it hadn't been cleaned in days.
"Who are you?" he asked. It was then she noticed another in the room.
"I'm Chrestomanci of course." She said. Most people didn't believe that the next nine-lived enchanted was a girl. She wished everybody would get it into their heads that men weren't masters of the universe.
"Oh…in that case, will you punish this boy for misuse of magic!" the man pointed to the young boy behind him, he was carrying a wand. He looked terrified, he probably hadn't done anything. But the thing she was interested in was the fact he was carrying a wand, in her world- they did not use wands to perform spells.
"I see we are in a different world." She said, "You're going to have to take this up with the Ministry of Magic." they had probably received a note from them already (if the boy really did something wrong, o' course), but it didn't seem enough to this man. Everyone tried to get around going Ministry of Magic these days.
"I don't make the rules here." She told him. The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"Ta ta! As you say, but over in America, we just say G-bye!" And out of sight she went, back to the Castle.
She spent the rest of the day answering the calls of people who needed her- minor things mostly. But there was this one person who had a "poltergeist" haunting their house, and it had only been a little boy. Then after that, of course, she continued looking for the other nine-lived enchanter.
Soon she became tired of mentally and physically checking worlds where the enchanter could be. It was like the kid (or adult, by now) was hiding, or something. She couldn't believe her hard luck. She wondered if Eric (the Chrestomanci before her) had had this hard of a time finding her. She sat in chair in the middle of the pentagram room, and stared at the ceiling- painted silver and deep royal purple.
The last Chrestomanci had always wanted the castle to be a school for children to learn how to use witchcraft properly, but there never was enough staff at this place to do such a thing. There were so many uneducated magical people out there, and most of them didn't even know how to use that power properly, which was dangerous. Plus, who would compete with a mystical school like Hogwarts?
She was a good friend with Albus Dumbledore, the schoolmaster, but she hadn't had anytime to talk to him lately. Sure, she once had nine-lives, but now she had five, having spent four already. She was always on the look out for another with nine-lives, but it seemed like no one else was as lucky.
Nine-lived enchanters were extremely rare. It meant there were no other doubles of that person in all of the other worlds.
Do any of you wonder what that means?
Well, we live in a series of worlds. There are approximately eight other worlds in our series. These worlds have relations with all other worlds, but there are slight differences. For one, there is only one Hogwarts, in world 4. There is only one Chrestomanci castle, in world 7.
There are other series' as well. There is probably more than a hundred, and the only series with only one world, not eight or more, is series or non- series eleven.
You have a double in ALL of the other worlds in your series. Except, of course, if you have nine lives. This means that instead of having all of your lives spread out all over the worlds, they're put into one person.
Here's the problem, the only people that can travel from world to world and series to series is someone with more than one life. You see, they have to leave one of their lives in their own world, and the rest of their lives go with them to the other world or series.
Some people can go into trances rather than have nine-lives, and they can "Spirit travel" too, but only for a short period of time. Those people are usually law-breakers, and they bring illegal substances into different worlds.
Jeanna has been searching for all of her nine-lives for another like her in the worlds. It takes a while to search all of the worlds, but now she was on world 4, and she felt a strong pull to this world, which meant the enchanter might be there.
Suddenly, Mary opened the door, with a floating tray in front of her. Breakfast. Also on the tray was a letter. Judging by the long, curving letters, Albus had sent a magical letter by cat, after all they had nine- lives too!
"Good morning!" she exclaimed to Mary.
"Good morning." Mary said with her British accent and smiled. It took some getting used to, because all witches and wizards seemed to come from some part of Europe or another. No one had ever come from America, (or Atlantis as they called it in this world) and that kind of bugged her.
Eric Chant (the last Chrestomanci) had a hard time teaching her how it was here, not in her world. She thanked Mary and before opening her letter made sure there was no one in her world that needed help with witchcraft. After all, she did alone for the rest of the worlds what the Ministry of Magic did only in World 4! But then again, in all of the rest of the worlds, Muggles (People without a trace of magic in them) and wizards and witches lived together without any problems
She then realized that she was holding the note, she started reading it:
Dear Chrestomanca,
Greetings from world number four! I understand you have been busy looking for another like yourself. Would you like to come teach my Defense Against Dark Arts class? The teacher seems to change every year! Perhaps you will find what you are looking for as well.
Cheers!
Albus
Albus had worded his note carefully, leaving out what she was and what she was looking for. Who knew whose hands it could fall into?
Defense Against Dark Arts? Hmmm, sounded interesting. She guessed the people she dealt with weren't what he meant. He probably needed something like creatures, or dark spells. In any case, she was really interested about her finding what she was looking for. There was only one thing that could be. In an instant her bags were packed. She wished she was up to date on everything in their world, and the only thing she really knew about was their currency.
She created a spell and turned dust in the room into pieces of money from their Wizarding world.
Bronze Knuts, Gold Galleons, and Sickles, which were silver. She frowned and turned the silver into Knuts and Galleons. Silver was out of the question, she couldn't touch it A/N- You'll find out why later in the story.
"Let me see," she said, "Evil Creatures and Where to Find Them by Melfina Mirat, Illegal Spells- How to Protect Yourself by Gwendolyn Jakohb (she shuddered at the name Gwendolyn that was the horrible sister of Eric Chant!), and Your First Teaching Career by Wilma Samerol. She needed her school reading too! Hurriedly, she scrawled a Thank You note with her children's school supplies back to Dumbledore.
Dear Albus,
Would LOVE to come and teach your class! Below is a list of school supplies. Betcha they've never had an American teacher (Or Atlantian, as some call it)!
Yours Truly,
Chrestomanca
She sent the letter back with her black cat- Starwind. She, of course needed to get cracking, only a couple of weeks before school started!
"Hmmmm, quite hard, there were Vampires in world four who tried to avoid humans!" she exclaimed as she found a bit about this world's past. A week later, she had barely scratched the
surface.
Frustrated with herself, she made up a spell that would enable her to know things on the moment of needing to know them. But she hated cheating like that.
"Uh…um…no, that's not right. Lemme think…" later on, she thought of it.
"Of things that I know and the things I know not, let me know what I want on everything on the spot!" quickly, to check that it had worked, she concentrated on knowing one of the teachers at Hogwarts. It popped into her head.
"Professor Flitwick, eh?" she sighed. It was no fun now that she knew everything. She supposed she should go and get her things, after all, she needed robes, supplies, and she had to fake using a wand . Otherwise, they would get suspicious, and no one was supposed to know about other worlds but some lucky few.
She alerted Mary and all of her other servants that one of her lives would be left behind in her bed for a year, because as you now know, you have to leave a life behind when you travel between worlds.
Suddenly, Chrestomanca heard people talking about her,
"She's everywhere, and there's no way of tracking her. You-Know-Who hasn't even sent a letter to anybody, which means there is no new nine-lived enchanter."
People often referred to her as You-Know-Who. Most of them were people that were doing something illegal, but they had to refer to her, so they called her You-Know-Who. Of course, she knew there was some-other-being-or-another out there referred to in the very same way, but these people's voices were coming from her world, not world 4. Not that who she knew who that the One- with-an-unspeakable-name was in the other worlds.
She flopped down into her bed, it was only 5:00 in the evening, but this part of her would be asleep for a very long time and it didn't matter when she fell asleep.
It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she was dead tired from all the activities she had been doing around the world.
When everything seemed to be slightly blurred, she knew she was seeing the world through another lives eyes, it would soon come into focus. She got up. She looked back at the bed. There she was, solid looking enough, but it was just a shell. It was really strange to see yourself from your own eyes not looking in a mirror!
She found the gateway to the other worlds quite easily. There were about 6 gateways in the castle, and one outside, between to pillars of stone in a secret, and forbidden garden. The gateway was in the window, and all you could see was blinding white light beyond it. She hopped onto the window ledge and pulled away the curtains.
There was a small voice in the back of her head saying, "You're jumping out a window, what the heck is wrong with you?" but that was just her instinct.
She closed her eyes against the blinding light and took a step forward into nothingness…
A/N- Thank you! For those of you who dared to read this! I know it's slow- but I had to explain everything to peeps who don't know who Chrestomanci is. It'll get better later. Please Review! Please! 5 reviews before I continue! Also- tell me what you're stories are…I haven't found a good fanfic recently… kay-kayz? =)
Written by HigherSpectrum
Note- This is a crossover between Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling and the Chrestomanci Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones. This takes place for HP sometime before the 4th book, not exactly sure which year. For CQ, sometime after Eric Chant was Chrestomanci.
Note 2- I began to plan the first 8 chapters of this story on the first day that I thought of it. LATER- I found out that there are two other Chrestomanci/Harry Potter crossovers. I didn't want to throw my planning away, so I made a story anyway. I am NOT copying those peoples ideas if this sounds familiar…I haven't even read those. Sorry!
Disclaimers- Please believe me when I tell you I own absolutely nothing but the character Jeanna Chant.
Part 1- Chant the Enchanter
Jeanna Chant awoke to the sunlight pouring through her window. She knew she should have been up much earlier, but Saturday should be a day of luxury. Unfortunately, the world had other plans.
"Chrestomanci…Chrestomanci!" someone called somewhere in the world. They had obviously forgotten that Chrestomanci was a girl this time around, and she wished she had been called Chrestomanca! She knew that whenever someone called her, she had to appear, and she couldn't waste anytime. She was up and out in her nightgown, and soon in front of a gentleman in his sleeping wear.
"What seems to be the problem?" Jeanna asked sleepily. They were in someone's bedroom, and the place looked a mess, like it hadn't been cleaned in days.
"Who are you?" he asked. It was then she noticed another in the room.
"I'm Chrestomanci of course." She said. Most people didn't believe that the next nine-lived enchanted was a girl. She wished everybody would get it into their heads that men weren't masters of the universe.
"Oh…in that case, will you punish this boy for misuse of magic!" the man pointed to the young boy behind him, he was carrying a wand. He looked terrified, he probably hadn't done anything. But the thing she was interested in was the fact he was carrying a wand, in her world- they did not use wands to perform spells.
"I see we are in a different world." She said, "You're going to have to take this up with the Ministry of Magic." they had probably received a note from them already (if the boy really did something wrong, o' course), but it didn't seem enough to this man. Everyone tried to get around going Ministry of Magic these days.
"I don't make the rules here." She told him. The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"Ta ta! As you say, but over in America, we just say G-bye!" And out of sight she went, back to the Castle.
She spent the rest of the day answering the calls of people who needed her- minor things mostly. But there was this one person who had a "poltergeist" haunting their house, and it had only been a little boy. Then after that, of course, she continued looking for the other nine-lived enchanter.
Soon she became tired of mentally and physically checking worlds where the enchanter could be. It was like the kid (or adult, by now) was hiding, or something. She couldn't believe her hard luck. She wondered if Eric (the Chrestomanci before her) had had this hard of a time finding her. She sat in chair in the middle of the pentagram room, and stared at the ceiling- painted silver and deep royal purple.
The last Chrestomanci had always wanted the castle to be a school for children to learn how to use witchcraft properly, but there never was enough staff at this place to do such a thing. There were so many uneducated magical people out there, and most of them didn't even know how to use that power properly, which was dangerous. Plus, who would compete with a mystical school like Hogwarts?
She was a good friend with Albus Dumbledore, the schoolmaster, but she hadn't had anytime to talk to him lately. Sure, she once had nine-lives, but now she had five, having spent four already. She was always on the look out for another with nine-lives, but it seemed like no one else was as lucky.
Nine-lived enchanters were extremely rare. It meant there were no other doubles of that person in all of the other worlds.
Do any of you wonder what that means?
Well, we live in a series of worlds. There are approximately eight other worlds in our series. These worlds have relations with all other worlds, but there are slight differences. For one, there is only one Hogwarts, in world 4. There is only one Chrestomanci castle, in world 7.
There are other series' as well. There is probably more than a hundred, and the only series with only one world, not eight or more, is series or non- series eleven.
You have a double in ALL of the other worlds in your series. Except, of course, if you have nine lives. This means that instead of having all of your lives spread out all over the worlds, they're put into one person.
Here's the problem, the only people that can travel from world to world and series to series is someone with more than one life. You see, they have to leave one of their lives in their own world, and the rest of their lives go with them to the other world or series.
Some people can go into trances rather than have nine-lives, and they can "Spirit travel" too, but only for a short period of time. Those people are usually law-breakers, and they bring illegal substances into different worlds.
Jeanna has been searching for all of her nine-lives for another like her in the worlds. It takes a while to search all of the worlds, but now she was on world 4, and she felt a strong pull to this world, which meant the enchanter might be there.
Suddenly, Mary opened the door, with a floating tray in front of her. Breakfast. Also on the tray was a letter. Judging by the long, curving letters, Albus had sent a magical letter by cat, after all they had nine- lives too!
"Good morning!" she exclaimed to Mary.
"Good morning." Mary said with her British accent and smiled. It took some getting used to, because all witches and wizards seemed to come from some part of Europe or another. No one had ever come from America, (or Atlantis as they called it in this world) and that kind of bugged her.
Eric Chant (the last Chrestomanci) had a hard time teaching her how it was here, not in her world. She thanked Mary and before opening her letter made sure there was no one in her world that needed help with witchcraft. After all, she did alone for the rest of the worlds what the Ministry of Magic did only in World 4! But then again, in all of the rest of the worlds, Muggles (People without a trace of magic in them) and wizards and witches lived together without any problems
She then realized that she was holding the note, she started reading it:
Dear Chrestomanca,
Greetings from world number four! I understand you have been busy looking for another like yourself. Would you like to come teach my Defense Against Dark Arts class? The teacher seems to change every year! Perhaps you will find what you are looking for as well.
Cheers!
Albus
Albus had worded his note carefully, leaving out what she was and what she was looking for. Who knew whose hands it could fall into?
Defense Against Dark Arts? Hmmm, sounded interesting. She guessed the people she dealt with weren't what he meant. He probably needed something like creatures, or dark spells. In any case, she was really interested about her finding what she was looking for. There was only one thing that could be. In an instant her bags were packed. She wished she was up to date on everything in their world, and the only thing she really knew about was their currency.
She created a spell and turned dust in the room into pieces of money from their Wizarding world.
Bronze Knuts, Gold Galleons, and Sickles, which were silver. She frowned and turned the silver into Knuts and Galleons. Silver was out of the question, she couldn't touch it A/N- You'll find out why later in the story.
"Let me see," she said, "Evil Creatures and Where to Find Them by Melfina Mirat, Illegal Spells- How to Protect Yourself by Gwendolyn Jakohb (she shuddered at the name Gwendolyn that was the horrible sister of Eric Chant!), and Your First Teaching Career by Wilma Samerol. She needed her school reading too! Hurriedly, she scrawled a Thank You note with her children's school supplies back to Dumbledore.
Dear Albus,
Would LOVE to come and teach your class! Below is a list of school supplies. Betcha they've never had an American teacher (Or Atlantian, as some call it)!
Yours Truly,
Chrestomanca
She sent the letter back with her black cat- Starwind. She, of course needed to get cracking, only a couple of weeks before school started!
"Hmmmm, quite hard, there were Vampires in world four who tried to avoid humans!" she exclaimed as she found a bit about this world's past. A week later, she had barely scratched the
surface.
Frustrated with herself, she made up a spell that would enable her to know things on the moment of needing to know them. But she hated cheating like that.
"Uh…um…no, that's not right. Lemme think…" later on, she thought of it.
"Of things that I know and the things I know not, let me know what I want on everything on the spot!" quickly, to check that it had worked, she concentrated on knowing one of the teachers at Hogwarts. It popped into her head.
"Professor Flitwick, eh?" she sighed. It was no fun now that she knew everything. She supposed she should go and get her things, after all, she needed robes, supplies, and she had to fake using a wand . Otherwise, they would get suspicious, and no one was supposed to know about other worlds but some lucky few.
She alerted Mary and all of her other servants that one of her lives would be left behind in her bed for a year, because as you now know, you have to leave a life behind when you travel between worlds.
Suddenly, Chrestomanca heard people talking about her,
"She's everywhere, and there's no way of tracking her. You-Know-Who hasn't even sent a letter to anybody, which means there is no new nine-lived enchanter."
People often referred to her as You-Know-Who. Most of them were people that were doing something illegal, but they had to refer to her, so they called her You-Know-Who. Of course, she knew there was some-other-being-or-another out there referred to in the very same way, but these people's voices were coming from her world, not world 4. Not that who she knew who that the One- with-an-unspeakable-name was in the other worlds.
She flopped down into her bed, it was only 5:00 in the evening, but this part of her would be asleep for a very long time and it didn't matter when she fell asleep.
It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she was dead tired from all the activities she had been doing around the world.
When everything seemed to be slightly blurred, she knew she was seeing the world through another lives eyes, it would soon come into focus. She got up. She looked back at the bed. There she was, solid looking enough, but it was just a shell. It was really strange to see yourself from your own eyes not looking in a mirror!
She found the gateway to the other worlds quite easily. There were about 6 gateways in the castle, and one outside, between to pillars of stone in a secret, and forbidden garden. The gateway was in the window, and all you could see was blinding white light beyond it. She hopped onto the window ledge and pulled away the curtains.
There was a small voice in the back of her head saying, "You're jumping out a window, what the heck is wrong with you?" but that was just her instinct.
She closed her eyes against the blinding light and took a step forward into nothingness…
A/N- Thank you! For those of you who dared to read this! I know it's slow- but I had to explain everything to peeps who don't know who Chrestomanci is. It'll get better later. Please Review! Please! 5 reviews before I continue! Also- tell me what you're stories are…I haven't found a good fanfic recently… kay-kayz? =)