A/N: On to the years of a Wizarding child.

Chapter 1: The Life Of A Witch

Apart from the whole, 'I'm six years old again' thing, life at Mrs Figg wasn't that bad.

I breezed through the years of my young life, Mrs Figg was a tad strict, but she was funny at times as well.

I also got into the same school as Harry, and as I predicted, all the tests were as simple as anything, Death was put out when I never got a question wrong.

Oh yes, Death, he was now my constant companion, and would talk to me whenever I had the time, but he also gave a range of side-comments when I didn't, I kindly asked him not to tell me the exact date and time someone would have their Deathday.

I had been practicing magic ever since I got here; apparently, it is only when a wand that was bonded to the Witch or Wizard would give off the Trace, any magical disturbances that would be detected in Mrs Figg's house would be ignored as it is registered as a Wizard house, so I could practice as much as a wanted, I realised a few months through my training that I was casting wandless magic and I revelled in how forgetful yet awesome I was.

The cats were the best, Harry had written them off as scary in the books, but in fact they were quite nice when you got used to them, Mr Tibbles was my favourite one, and he would snuggle into my lap when I sat down on the coach and purr when I scratched his ears.

On my days off from Gregory Primary School, I would pet Mr Tibbles and listen to old stories that Death had to share, he was angry that I wanted to hear the story of the Three Brothers just to make him ticked off, but I convinced him saying I wanted to hear it from his perspective.

Death saw the thing as an annoyance that was small enough not for a murder spree, but big enough for him to intervene, apparently he wasn't exactly mad at the Brothers themselves from not dying from the river, it was because they had made a bridge that stopped any other possible deaths from happening in it, when I asked why he felt the need to have people die he said the world was like a set of scales, if too many people would live and not die when need be, it would disrupt the balance and the world would go wacky, chaos and become a post-apocalyptic world, therefore more people would die in the long run.

He then further said that the only reason I'm an exception is because there are only a few people I actually want to save, so he would let it pass this once.

I became fast friends with Harry when we met, of course I had to bite my tongue when I almost said his name before he told me, as expected, he was incredibly shy due to his up-bringing, and I was mad that when we went to school together that he had no other friends simply because Dudley was stomping around like an elephant on parade.

Dum-Dum tried to intimidate me to stay away from Harry, but I unleashed a boil curse on his buttocks when no one was looking and that shut him up, he tried again when his rash cleared up and I responded with a kick to his privates, I then realised that when he got his gang together when he got older that I would be screwed, so I begged Mrs Figg's to pay for self-defence classes, she conceded and I earned my Black-Belt in Kung-Fu within two years.

Eight years old now, strange that I am actually saying that while not gushing over little girl dresses and dolls.

Dudley got his gang together and started up Harry Hunting, I managed to ward them off a few times and I never got into trouble because they would never admit to being beat up by a girl, as a result of kicking them to the curb, Harry began opening up and fellow students became his friend, behind Dum-Dum's back of course but Harry told me it was fine and he didn't blame them.

I then began practising with Apparition, I quickly got over the sickening feeling that I was going through a tube of toothpaste and quickly took to the art, next thing I knew, I was visiting the cities of France and Germany and places I never been before, of course I did more sight-seeing than mingling with the locals, as I did the worst in language's in my old life.

The Apparition had all the House-Elf pieces to it, I could bypass any wards that stopped Apparition, I could Apparate as far as I wished, and nobody could detect where I go.

I of course kept all of my magic a secret, I had taken books of magic around Mrs Figg's house and practiced in secret, waiting though my life for my second eleventh birthday.

I witnessed the magical event of Harry turning our teachers wig blue, and the shouting from the other end of the street confirmed that the Dursley's found out, as payback I got a large pot of pink paint and smeared it one their car, it took weeks to get out.

But the second event was more memorable, when I had taken my eyes off Harry for a second, I found that he had disappeared when the bell rang, after looking around, I had a flash of intuition and looked up, there perched on top of the school kitchen roof was Harry, hanging on for dear life.

I sighed and mentally reminded myself to beat up Dum-Dum afterwards before Apparated next to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He yelped slightly and peaked up at me, his jaw opened slightly before he said, "Pam, how did you get here?"

I rose an eyebrow and gave him a 'are you serious' look before he blushed at the similar situation he was in.

I took him by the hand and Apparated us back down to the ground; he blinked a few times before falling to his knees in exhaustion,

I couldn't resist it and said, "We were pretty successful, most people vomit the first time"

"I can't imagine why" he groaned on his knees, I chuckled at the repeat of one of my favourite Harry Potter lines as he recovered and stood up slowly,

His eyes then widened at the sight of the school on ground, he turned on the spot for a few times before looking at me again,

"You… you can do it as well?" he asks with a quiet voice, as if Vernon was around the corner with his pig neck sticking out to eavesdrop,

"Yep!" I replied with a positive voice, and that was the day that Harry and I became best friends.

"Urg that was such a corny line I think I'm going to puke"

"Dork Death! Shut up!"

"You shut up"

"How you have to read my mind again?"

"I already explained that, in order to sustain your soul in a different dimensional I need to remain in constant contact with your mind, either that or you would disappear in a puff of dust, but if you want some privacy, I could always leave…"

"NO! Nagging old woman's voice is alright!"

"I DON'T SOUND LIKE AN OLD WOMAN!"

"Nag, Nag, Nag, Nag, Nag!"

Sorry about that interruption, anyway, I already met with Harry frequently due to the Dursley's dumping him on Mrs Figg when they wanted to go off somewhere, Twits.

But he had still been a little distant because of his relatives calling him a freak, but now that he realised that I was one as well, he opened up to me.

Over the course of the next few years with him, we practiced magic at my house, and yes it is my house, it might as well be considering I am officially living with my 'relative', sure, in my mind she was a side character in one of my favourite series, but now she really is my 'gran' in a way, she has even toned down her attempts to making Harry's life miserable because I'm around.

Anyway, we had been practicing magic; I taught him basic stuff like Lumos and Scourgify, I also gave him clear instructions that he cannot practice it outside the house, otherwise problems may pop up, he promised me he wouldn't and then asked what exactly he was.

I of course told him he was not a freak and that he would find out when he was older, he smiled with me and we both unanimously agreed on the situation.

I then waited a little more, until I was on my second eleventh birthday, a little over one month before Harry's, I was watching a funny show on TV when I heard a gasp and the sound of someone falling down the stairs, I quickly shot up and ran to hallway to see Mrs Figg's lying and the bottom of the stairs with an ugly bruise on her ankle.

I called the hospital and we both got into the ambulance together and drove off, me worrying every centimetre of the way.

It wasn't until the doctor told me she only broke her leg did I remember this was part of the story, Harry went to the zoo with his family because there was no one else to take him, I was disappointed I would see Dum-Dum get a jump from a Boa Constrictor but I decided it was better to let things play out.

After a few more days, Mrs Figg's had all but assaulted the doctors to let her go back home, due to professional career, they held out until she was at the stage when she could put on a cast and go home, we both went on our way, with Mrs Figg's using a walking stick and muttering about idiot muggle doctors.

The thing I forgot to mention is that all wizards have a slightly faster healing rate than normal people, I think it's because of all the magic that is pumped into their system, but even if that was not the case, Mrs Figg would have still wanted to leave early.

We were back at the house for less than a week before a hoot was heard outside the window while we were relaxing in the living room.

I opened the window to see a cute little owl with brown speckles on her feathers, I stretched out my arm and the little one jumped on it and I closed the window once she was inside.

As I expected, a letter was attached to her leg, Mrs Figg's was smiling openly as I ripped it open with glee, I quickly read through it, it was different from Harry's from the book as I recall, it talked about how they going to send someone over to help with my Hogwarts supplies and I was jumping for joy for MY Hogwarts letter.

Mrs Figg sat up from the coach, still with a limp because of her leg, and hugged me, no doubt because she had never had the chance to go to Hogwarts herself and was happy for me.

After an hour of excitement I then was interrupted by a whiny annoying voice.

"And that is when we catch up with the present… why are you doing this again?"

"It's for the readers"

"…Readers? What do you think this is? Some autobiography?"

"A girl can dream can't she?"

"Of course they can, but how does that apply to you?"

"Nyan Cat, go!"

"NO! NOT THAT AGAIN!"

Anyway, drowning out the screams of terror in my head as I played back the most annoying YouTube video of all time, I then looked out the window to see an owl dropping a letter that hit a bulls-eye in the letterbox on the other side of the street; it seems Harry is in for an eventful month.

Skip a few days and I look out the window to see the Dursley's as well as Harry had packed a bunch of stuff and were proceeding to try and run away from magic.

I cast a Notice-Me-Now spell towards Harry and he looked up to me in the window, I waved to him and he smiled and nodded, as he was nearly packed into the car himself.

Barely a fortnight later, they came back again, minus Harry, I was delighted at the sight of Dum-Dum clutching his backside like the time I put a curse on it, and maybe I should freak him out by saying Oink-Oink around him.

A few days later, Harry himself came back; I rushed outside the house and ran towards him,

I was scared that he gave me a glare instead of a hug.

But he immediately cracked a smile and laughed,

"Why, didn't you say I was a wizard?" he asked when he could speak again,

I put a smile of my own on my face, "And spoil the surprise, Harry, it's like you don't know me at all"

He then had a look of realisation, "Then that means you're a witch?"

I pretended to look angry, "That's not a nice thing to call a lady Harry"

He blushed, "S-sorry, I meant-

"I'm kidding" I deadpanned, I then pulled him into a hug, "we're both going together to Hogwarts, let's show them what we're made of, okay?"

He then gave a massive grin and we both laughed at the situation, we then went into a discussion of what Hogwarts would be like and many other things.

And then it was the day the professor from Hogwarts would come along and help me with the shopping, money was apparently not a problem because Mrs Figg ran a cross-breeding business of cats and kneazle's and she had raised a lot of Galleons, I felt guilty using her money, but then I realised she was my primary care giver so I accepted it.

I then waited for the Hogwarts person to come and wondered who it would be.

"Hey, Death?"

"What is it!"

"Whoa, why are you so cranky?"

"It is because of that insufferable feline of yours, why do you mortals always find new ways to torture yourself, first roller coasters, S&M and now that horrible cat!"

I suppressed my urge to blush at the second one.

"Look, do you happen to know who is coming around to pick me up?"

"Mm, hehe"

"…who is it?"

"Why, Pamela, it's like you don't know me at all, why would I spoil the surprise?"

I felt the most dreadful feeling in my stomach, and as if on cue, I heard the doorbell ring, I hurried down the stairs and saw Mrs Figg open the door.

There, on the doorstep, with black robes that fell to his ankle, with a hooked nose and incredibly greasy hair that hung over his shoulders, he had dark eyes that resembled tunnels, pock marks littering his face and his lips in a constant sneer.

"Miss Joy I presume, my name Professor Snape, hurry along, it is time to gather your supplies for your time in Hogwarts"

"I hate my life"

"Music to my ears, Hahaha!"

A/N: Second chapter done!

Hope you liked it; I already discussed most of the details with my friend so there are some things that you don't have to suggest for the story, for one the powers she receives, and

See you next time!