This is going to be a multiple chapter story, and I hope you enjoy! I apologize in advance for any errors or anything extremely off-canon. I try to do my research, so let me know if you have any suggestions or corrections that I need to make. I will warn you in advance that I am using mainly OC's as the main characters, but I will mention some familiar characters/names from Doctor Who and the Harry Potter series. *Disclaimer: I do NOT own the excellent works of J.K. Rowling or BBC, only the story and the Original Characters that I have made up.* ENJOY!
Chapter One: The Owl in the Chimney
I woke up excited this morning, quickly pulling on a purple V-neck and an oversized black leather jacket that used to be my dad's. I whipped up my messy blonde hair into a ponytail and ran to the bathroom, where my screwdriver/tool awaited in the cup next to my toothbrush. I stuffed it in my pocket and slid down the banister of the stairs, nearly stumbling into my mom as I dismounted. My mom had blonde hair and brown eyes and worked with my dad at U.N.I.T as secret agents. "Good morning, Jenny! Happy birthday!" She hugged me and I kissed her in return. "Thanks mum!" I dashed outside the mansion and towards a blue barn in the backyard that served as a home school classroom for me. My dad insisted that the barn be painted blue because it 'reminded him of home,' whatever that means. I burst in the door, surprising my dad, who was in the middle of working on a device for UNIT. He was a very skinny man with ultra-messy brown hair and warm brown eyes that matched my own. "Happy 11th birthday, Jenny! Are you excited for your party later?" "Yeah, I am! Who are you inviting?" "Well... Your grandfather's coming home from his trip today just for your birthday!" "Gran Jackie will be thrilled, I'm sure!"
For two hours, my dad and I chatted about the plans for today as I did my home school work and when I finished I started helping him with the UNIT device. Around lunchtime, we went back into the house to put up the decorations and, of course, eat lunch. During that time, my granddad Pete came home and when we were ready to celebrate, we had a nice dinner and a wonderful dessert that had fireworks shooting out the top like some kind of volcano.
Finally, when we were all stuffed to bursting, my mom sat down at the table with my dad and they both looked very serious. "Uh, oh," I thought looking back and forth between them. "Jenny," said Dad, "Your mother and I have something very important to discuss with you." "Is it about UNIT?" "Well..." suddenly, my dad was interrupted by the fluttering of wings over by the chimney. "Oh, did another bird fall in the chimney? We really have to get a chimney cover on that! I'll get the bird loose." As dad walked over to the chimney to do as he said, mom rolled her eyes. "Sorry 'bout that Jen, you know how he gets distracted..." Dad peered up the chimney, his long brown trench coat dragging behind him as he crawled to a spot where he could see better (we have a big fireplace). "No way... Rose! Come over here!" "Okay, I'm coming!" Mom and I walked over and peered up with dad, and there, stuck in the chimney, was a brown owl with a letter in its beak. "The last time carrier birds were used was in... what, the days of WWI?" Dad asked. "Yeah, I think you took me there once..." Mom said. My parent's conversations sometimes never make sense, so to keep them on topic; I started to get the bird loose on my own. When I finally released it, it flew into our house with a squawk, dropped the letter next to my birthday cake, and flew back up the chimney, leaving us all gaping at what just happened. I walked over to the envelope and opened it, reading the letter inside aloud to my parents. It said:
Dear Miss Smith,
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 September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Is this some kind of prank?" said Dad, looking confused. "I thought Hogwarts was fictional... I'll be right back." he dashed upstairs while my mom took a closer look at the letter. "Looks pretty authentic, don't you think?" I said, scanning the letter with my tool. The letter looked tea-stained and old, with a strange little insignia on the top that had the 'Hogwarts' catchphrase on it. It was in something told me it was supposed to be in Latin, but I could understand it as well as English. A few minutes later, dad returned with a stack of 7 books, all part of the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. He set the pile on the table and quickly flipped to the part in the Sorcerer's stone when Harry got his letter. He then spent a few seconds comparing the letter to the book, then looking at readings on his own sonic screwdriver, which was like mine except it had a blue light instead of a purple light and the casing on his was a little more worn out. "Hmm, interesting. The letter is authentic. I can tell by the traces of magic that my screwdriver picked up... Which means...?" He turned to me and smiled. "Yer a wizard, Jenny!" "Wait, what?!" Both my mom and I exclaimed at once. "This is just like the books! Oh, I just can't wait!" and I just stared at my father as if he was a madman, which I will admit, he is most of the time. My dad had read me Harry Potter when I was little, so I knew what had happened, I just still couldn't believe it.
The next day, my dad and I went out to go look for Diagon Alley while my mom was at work so we could shop for supplies for Hogwarts. We didn't have any magic to get in, but we kept both our tools handy just in case they might come in useful. "Okay, according to the book, Diagon Alley is located behind the Leaky Cauldron..." "There it is!" I pointed to a small inn kind of building that somehow seemed to melt into the background, making it hard to focus on. "Let's go in." Dad walked towards the building and slipped in, and I trailed behind him. Inside it was kind of dark and people in robes were everywhere, doing their business and talking over their assorted drinks and foods. We walked up to the counter and dad flashed his psychic paper at the cashier to get his attention and said "Hallo, I'm the Doctor, and my daughter has recently gotten her Hogwarts letter, so could you help me get into Diagon Alley? I know you need magic to do it..." The cashier smiled. "Oh, Muggles, eh?" he said with a small chuckle. "It isn't often one o' you lot actually find the Leaky Cauldron, but sure, I can help." He led us round back and tapped on a certain brick with his wand three times. In a moment, the passage to Diagon Alley was open and we were thanking the cashier as we walked through.
"Okay, first thing we need to do is go to Gringotts to get wizarding money, right?" I shrugged. "Yea, but don't we need to convert our pounds into the currency they have here?" "Oh, yeah. Thanks for catching that, Jen." After looking around a while, we eventually found a money changer who took muggle money and we got a couple hundred galleons to start out and put the change we didn't need into a vault at Gringotts. After that we went to many stores, too many to name to write all down here, but I'll list a few. We went to Flourish and Blotts for schoolbooks, Madame Malkins' for robes, and Eelop's Owl Emporium to get an owl. I got a cool barn owl that I named Merlin, after a wizard in some old legends. All of the places were interesting, but the most interesting visit was the one at Ollivander's wand store. The store had hundreds and hundreds of wands, and each was different according to the books. "Hello. I don't think we've met!" An older man poked his head above a pile of wand boxes, startling me. "Uh, hi! My name's Jenny." I shook the man's hand and introduced my dad. "And this is my dad, John Smith. But you can just call him the Doctor." I looked at my dad, expecting him to shake hands with Mr. Ollivander, but he was actually looking very strange. "A pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Is anything wrong?" "No, you just look... I dunno... Familiar... Anyway, how DO you choose the wands, eh?" My dad had bounced back into his usual jumpy mood, as if the weird spell hadn't happened at all.
We tried a number of wands for me, all with different cores, sizes, bendy ness, and colors, but eventually my wand turned out to be a blue, ten inch pine wand with a Phoenix feather core that was sturdy as steel. "Yes I think that'll do quite nicely," said , after we'd finished and paid seven galleons for the wand. "Good luck with Hogwarts, dear!" Even though we were done with shopping, we still wandered around and ate ice cream from a nearby shop until we decided to go home to put my stuff away. My mom had plenty to say about the things I'd gotten, and she especially like my wand. "Do you think it might be a good idea to sew a hidden pocket in your robes for your screwdriver?" I nodded. "I never go anywhere without it. I know I'm supposed to use my wand, but you never know when you might need a backup!" so, that evening my mom and I stitched two pockets in each of my robes and a spare pocket in my winter cloak, just in case.