Astoria Williamson and The Animagus- Year One

Astoria Williamson thinks that she is just a normal 11-year-old; except for the fact that she's a witch. When Astoria gets her letter for Hogwarts, her wizarding family is more than happy to help out. Yet something mysterious is going on at Hogwarts, and it may just cause the girl her death.


1. The Letter

A/N: Hello everyone! Here's the first chapter!

Chapter 1- The Letter

Sunlight streams through my bedroom window as I wake. My younger sister, Violet, who was ten years-old, stood a few feet from my face, her wide blue eyes shining with anticipation. I rub my eyes and sit up.

"What is it, Violet?" I ask, my voice sounding a bit scratchy.  She just giggles and says, "Astoria, you've gotten a letter!"

With that, she ran out. I can hear her small feet hitting each stair as she heads back down to the kitchen. I stand and make my way to my mirror.

A tall girl with thick brunette hair, startlingly blue eyes, freckled cheeks, and a thin figure stares back at me. I pat my hair down a bit before taking the same route downstairs that Violet took.

I walk into the kitchen; full with a chimney, a large dining table, many cooking devices and a calendar that had every activity planned out for months. 

My mother stands in the corner, using her wand to cook up some eggs. I was tall, lean, and brunette like her, and so were three of my five siblings. Her brown eyes sparkle as she rests their gaze on me, before continuing with her eggs.

My oldest brother, Irving, was begrudgingly scrubbing the dishes next to her. His sixteen year old self was usually obedient, but he was also the most mischievous person in the world. He had just yesterday put a spell on Mother's broom so it wouldn't sweep; yet Mum had figured him out soon enough and punished him severely. He had to do all the house chores until we went to Hogwarts. He had gotten his looks from our mother as well, as he was almost a carbon copy in boy form. 

The second oldest Williamson child was my older sister, Gwendoline. Gwen was sat at the dining table, a letter in her hands. She looked exactly like my mother, except that she had blonde hair and blue eyes like my father.She was very prim and proper, and she was fourteen years old. She was dedicated to being a prefect next year. Gwen was almost always reading, and she was the top of her class. 

The third oldest sibling of mine is Roland. He was yet another carbon copy of our Mum, at age thirteen. Roland and Irving get into a lot of trouble together, and that's how they like it. Roland was smirking at Irving, as he had gotten out of working because of Irving's prank. My oldest brother scowls at him, before returning to his work.

I was the fourth oldest in the family, and Violet was the fifth. Lastly, there was Rowan, the baby of the family. He was nine years old, but he was already amazing at Quidditch from practicing on Irving and Roland's brooms. He looked exactly like Gwen and Dad, with luscious blonde hair and blue eyes. Rowan wasn't a trouble-maker yet, but Gwen and I reckon that as soon as he gets to Hogwarts that he would start.

My father, his blonde hair messy and his pajamas still on, sits at the end of the dining table, The Daily Prophet in his hands. My father works at the Ministry of Magic in The Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where he is part of the team that governs Magical Creatures.

I walk to my place at the table, where a letter sits. The paper it was on feels soft and heavy, and there's a wax seal on the back with the Hogwarts Coat of Arms on it. Excited, I carefully tear it open and unfold it. The letter reads:



Headmaster: Minerva McGonagall 

Dear Ms Williamson, 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 August.

Yours sincerely,


Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress

I almost jump in glee. 

"Mum! Dad! I'm going to Hogwarts!" I squeal. I knew I was going to, but it was finally just a week away. I flip the letter to its second page, which reads:



First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.


All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble


1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.



Yours sincerely,


Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus, Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

I squeal again, and Gwendoline glances at me, a smile on her lips. Mum levitates the eggs onto our plates and we begin to eat.

"I wish I were going to Hogwarts this year." Rowan grumbles, a piece of toast in his mouth. "I'm going to make the Quidditch team as soon as I get there... I'm going to be even better than Harry Potter was!"

Irving almost chokes on his bacon as he laughs.

"You? Why, you're rubbish at Quidditch anyway. Maybe if you practice, you could be the water boy!" 

Roland howls in laughter, and I can't help but suppress a small smile at Rowan's humiliated face.

"Now, boys!" Mother scolds, her brown eyes looking amused. "Let's see, dears, who tried out for the team in their first year and didn't make it?" 

Both Irving and Roland look down, suddenly very interested in their plates. Violet giggles.

Once we're all finished, Mum calls all of us over. Dad stands by her.

"Today we're going to Diagon Alley, and we'll be staying in the Leaky Cauldron until it's time for you four to go to Hogwarts." Mother motions to Irving, Gwen, Roland and I, before continuing.

"Go on, pack your things. Gwen, please help Astoria. And Rowan, don't bother your siblings! You and Violet can go pack for your stay as well."

With that, I follow Gwen to my room, where she helps me pack. I didn't need much.

We head downstairs where Dad stood by the chimney, handing Irving some Floo Powder. He shouts, "Diagon Alley!" and he's gone.

Gwendoline is next, and then Roland, and it's my turn. I've done it six times before, so I clearly pronounce, "Diagon Alley!".

Warm yet harmless green flames lap at my body and sent me up and suddenly I'm in The Leaky Cauldron, where Gwen, Roland, and Irving stand waiting. I join them excitedly.

After a few minutes, all of the family has arrived, and Dad rents out rooms for us. I have to share one with Violet and Gwen, which is a normal arrangement.

Never before has Diagon Alley been so interesting to me. The shop windows gleam and many people bustle around, some looking very young, and others very old and bearded. We make our way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where I get fitted for robes while Gwen, Irving, and Roland just get their robes altered. As Mum pays for the items, Gwen hurries out.

I follow her, my older brothers with me.

"Irving, Roland, where has she gone?" I ask the two, stopping on the side of the road. Roland immediately bursts out laughing, and Irving rolls his eyes.

"She's probably off with her boyfriend, Thomas Longbottom." Roland explains, after he had recovered from his laughing fit. He makes sure to whisper though, like its a secret.

"Gwen has a boyfriend? She's only fourteen!" I exclaim, shocked. Gwen didn't seem like the kind of person to be dating at this young of an age; she was usually very studious and obedient. She has never done anything like this.

"Keep your voice down!" Roland hisses. "Mum and Dad don't know. We're going to use it to blackmail her sooner or later..."

"Probably sooner." Irving finishes. "Gwen has no idea we know."

"How did you find out?" I ask, still bewildered.

"Well," Irving begins. "In the latter months of the previous school year..."

"We were strolling along outside, me and Irving, looking for a place to practice Quidditch..."

"And we saw innocent Gwendoline and a certain Mr. Longbottom kissing by the lake." Irving continues.

"We were curious, so we went to Juliana Patron, Gwen's best friend, and we asked her how long the two had been together." Roland says, before quietly adding, "Irving used some of his charm to trick her into telling us."

Irving smirks at us. "They've been lovey-dovey since October of last year."

I gasp.

"Over the summer, I've noticed Hercules returning with letters and I would call him over. They were from the one, the only, Sir Thomas Longbottom." Roland adds. Hercules was our family owl, and he wasn't the brightest.

"I have also spotted Gwendoline writing with quite a moony look on her face." Irving remarks, and I laugh.

"Who would have thought Gwendoline was dating somebody at age thirteen?" I think out loud, and my eldest brother sniggers.

"I always thought she was more of a book lover than a boy lover." Irving replies, and the three of us snicker as Mum, Dad, Violet, and Rowan exit the shop.

"Astoria, I assume that you would like an animal?" My father asks, and I instinctively nod. All of my older siblings had their own magical pets; Irving possessed a barn owl named Apollo, Gwen had a cat named Queen, who was white-haired like her, and Roland had a Snowy Owl named Swoop.

Our family crosses the street to a small shop.

I read the sign: Magical Menagerie. Inside, there are dozens of creatures, including rats, toads, cats, and countless others. I look around and spot a big, black cat. He was proudly lifting his head, and the name tag underneath it said Jinx.

I scan the room for the shopkeeper, who stood at the counter a few feet away.

"Hello, ma'am. How much does this cat cost?" I ask the lady. She smiles, but when she glances at the cage where Jinx was, her cheery grin soon disappeared.

"Oh, Jinx? Why, he's been in here for a while now. Just take him." The lady backs away, as if she's afraid of the bulky black cat that was staring her down. "Free." She says in an icy cold voice.

I look back at Jinx. My eyes widen. "Are you... Are you sure, ma'am?" I turn back, but the lady was gone.

Mum tilts her head. "Hmmm. That was odd. Are you sure that you want that cat?"

I was feeling unsure now, but I still nod. He seemed okay.

I take a crate and place Jinx into it. He was quite vocal about it, letting out long meows of protest.

For the rest of the day, we go around and buy all of the supplies for our classes, and I sneak in a book about Animagi. I was quite interested in the subject, and maybe someday I would be one.

Gwen returns after dinner in the Leaky Cauldron, her pale hands gripping a piece of parchment. Irving, Roland, and I all grin at each other, knowing that it was probably from her boyfriend.

A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading! I hope you update this story quite frequently, because it's more like a book than just a Fanfiction. Alright, have a nice day!

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