Chapter 1
Of course ,like most of us we don't exactly know what we are doing in life. As a kid you just think of nothing. You suddenly wake up one day and realize you exist. That's why I didn't know my parents. Or at least my parents acting I was five my parents were tortured by Lord Voldomort. They stayed strong, but went crazy. I was then left with gran. Gran wasn't entirely bad, she yelled and couldn't cook, and was just boring. But ,the thing that made up for everything else, was her story telling. She told me real stories,fake stories, the story of my parents explain it to me so I could times a month we visited my parent with flowers or gran's crunchy peanut my parent really didn't know they just kind of look at me with their tongues out a thing was bad for little bit until when I was 9 my gran told me about told me when I turned 12 a letter would come for a magical school,called three long years my gran took me to diagon ally. I loved it. It was my first "magical" experience.