You wake up in what you assume is the middle of nowhere.

You're not exactly the best with navigating.

You see a dark figure walking towards you, what do you do?

Stand still, of course. There's a blizzard coming on, and there's nothing you can do about that.

You stare at the figure with willing eyes, can he help you? Is it a he?

The figure is finally in view, towering above you with shaggy hair. He strokes his beard.

"We've been expecting you," he says, staring at you with small, brown eyes.

Not knowing what he's talking about you ask him, "Where are we?"

"That's none of your concern right now, you just need to come with me."

"But where are we going?" you ask with willing eyes.

"To the greatest magic school that's ever been set upon the earth, Hogwarts."

Snow flies into your face as the figure walks off, expecting you to follow him. Being the very curious person you are, you ask the man, "Who are you?"

The man stops in his tracks and speaks, "I'm Hagrid, also known as 'Keeper of the Keys'. But you just call me Hagrid."

You run up to walk alongside the so-called 'Hagrid', as you see a motorbike in the near distance.

"Is that your's?" you ask, trudging in the thick snow.

"Yup." Hagrid licks his lips. "We're gonna go flying."

"Flying?" you ask. "How?

"Well, you're a real Muggle, aren't ya?" Hagrid said. "Magic."

"What's a Muggle?" you say as you stand next to the bike.

"Why, they're non-wizarding folk like you, but we're gonna change that at Hogwarts."

Hagrid gets up onto the bike, pulling you up after.

"What's it like at Hogwarts?" you ask, creating a big chain of questions.

"Like this!"

The motorbike revved to life and took off into the air. Hold on tight!