A/N: This is my first story, I am hoping for your patience and honest feedbacks. I promise that I will do well as my story made its progress. I hope you will like it in the long run. This first chapter is too short, but I'll do better. Thank you!
Chapter 1
To begin with,I am a squib. My parents have the magical blood in their veins. And so are my brothers. I have already accepted my fate. Though I can't help but feel bitterness in me sometimes. So, if I'm a squib, you would be wondering why I am here in the wizarding world. In Hogwarts, to be precise. Maybe you will think that I and Filch are getting along well. But I'm telling you, we don't.
Since my family are known here in the wizarding world(they were Slytherins , and former followers of The Dark Lord, from what I am told),I was shut into the muggle world, and no one knows about me. My family, they were killed by Voldemort. The family that I only get to see every other year or so. I was sent to a boarding school.I spent Christmas and other occasions alone. I can say that my family's rich, both in muggle and wizarding world. They give me my needs. I am not deprived of food and other things, but I am deprived of one thing. That is acceptance. They cannot admit and flaunt to the wizarding world that they got a squib in the family. And they are gone . I am not trying to be pityful. I dont aim to acquire sympathies from so many people,so if you view me as that, then you are definitely wrong.
An event in my life changed my fate,from what I believed it should be like. It all started one evening. In one of those ordinary evenings where I indulged myself in looking outside my window,before I fall asleep.