HP chamber of secrets: Amelia's beginning (fanfic)

Chapter 1: hogwarts letter

(This begins with chamber of secrets)

The boy who lived. I've heard a lot about him. In the papers, on posters, from gossiping witches and wizards... But I had never seen him before this day. I honestly thought he was a big joke. But then there was a day, I would actually meet him in person. He may have been famous for his story, but this, was mine. This was The day... I went to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

The day I received my Hogwarts letter, was a shocking one. My uncle was so enthusiastic about it and couldn't wait for the day I went. He said he met his best mates there. I've only seen them in photos in his old albums. he talked about them a lot and his adventures with them... But Uncle said they went away and never could see them again, he never said why... Anywho, uncle gladly helped me pick out the things I needed in Diagon alley. I wasn't ever allowed to leave the house without protection from My uncle, so I was just excited to get out of the house. He never said why, mind you. He only said "it's for your protection. dangerous people are out there." He always acted like I was wanted for a murder spree or something!

We were in one of the crowded shops of Diagon alley and half-way through shopping as uncle was checking off the list of school supplies that came with my Hogwarts letter. Curious, I spotted two young boys admiring the new nimbus 2001 broomstick through the window of quality broomstick supplies across the street. They were roughly a year older than me. one had wild soot-black hair that looked like he didn't care to brush it this morning. His clothes were loose, heavy and twice the size of his thin frame, obvious hand-me-downs from someone the size of a troll-- or at the least, Santa Claus. The other boy had vibrant red hair as if his whole head was on fire. He had sort of patchwork clothes, as if they were passed down from generations, almost too poor to acquire new ones. The boys interested me. They seemed different. Strange. But sort of.. Friendly. Maybe they could be my first friends?...

"-Alright, we got the robes, the books.. Next should be the cauldrons- ah ah ah!" My Uncle snapped at me when I accidentally pulled my hood back to see more of the curious boys. I jumped, startled by the sudden sound of his voice and quickly pulled my velvet violet hood back down to cover my face. "What did I tell you about putting the hood down??"

"S-sorry uncle, I was just-.." I bowed my head guiltily, looking to the floor. "I'm sorry."

Uncle took a deep sigh and smiled kindly as he usually did. He knelt down to my eye level and rested his rough, scarred hands on my shoulders comfortingly. "Amy. Look at me. " I did as told, my eyes watering with tears when I saw his apologetic face. He spoke softly, a kind fatherly voice that always comforted me when i needed it. "I'm sorry for being so difficult on you. I know you are just curious about the things around you..." He wiped off a rogue tear on my cheek with a smile of longing, but his tired eyes showed sadness and regret. "Like your mother. She was a wild one too. Full of life." My eyes widened in surprise as I sniffled and wiped my nose on the back of my arm. He never talked about my parents! This was one of the extremely rare times he mentioned it. But Why now? "But you know why you have to be hidden, remember?"

I nodded, "for my own protection." I repeated the same old mantra in a boring monotone for the millionth time.

Uncle just chuckled a deep, hearty laugh as he squeezed my arms tenderly and gave a quick, affectionate peck on my forehead, "good girl!" my eyes followed the very tall, scarred man's movements as he shot up confidently, spry and energetic like the young man he was, but his eyes always looked so old and wise in comparison. "How about we finish this list, then get some ice cream, hm?"

My smile brightened, "that sounds wonderful, Uncle!" I exclaimed with a sudden little spring in my step, holding onto uncle's hand and picking up the bag filled with my robes and school books with the other as we walked down the bustling wizarding street.