Hogwarts is my home
Oshpira, that is my name. I recently received a letter from a school named Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Of course, I planned to attend, but I had to wait for my letter. I lived at an orphanage for parentless wizards, and I was all too excited to be leaving. It had been dreadful living there, the ceiling leaked right onto the spot where I slept upon the floor. The cold winter breeze always seemed to chill bare feet. I left all that behind me when I boarded the Hogwarts express at 11:00 that day. My father's money in Gringott's paid for all my needed supplies I had been saving the money for something important such as this.
When I got on the train, almost every seat was taken up by obviously richer, more important kids than me, so I didn't bother ask to sit with them. I kept walking, looking straight ahead, until I found an empty seat near the back. I sat next to the window and stared out at the family waiting for the train to leave and waving. They all seemed so happy, but upset at the same time. Love is strange. Suddenly a girl entered the small seating compartment I was in.
She had hair dyed a dark purple that fell just below her shoulders. Her nose was pierced and she dressed all in black.
Well I guess I wasn't much to look at either though. My dark brown hair went well down my back and I was considerably paler than most. I dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a blue t-shirt that was far too big.
The girl, without a word, sat across from me and stared at me. Her eyes big and blue bore a hole through me.
"Come on Albus!" she yells to a small boy standing outside the door, "It's the only seat left." She motions him forward. He enters slowly and sits next to her. With a small wave to me he takes interest in his shoes.
"Uh… who are you?" I asked the girl in complete confusion.
"Oh excuse us! I am Dyferia Smalls and this is my friend Albus Potter!" she exclaims, and then whispers, "He's a bit shy."
"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" I ask yet another question.
"Yeah, but I'm not my dad! I'm just… normal, okay?" He was obviously angered by the question. "Who are you?"
"Oh uh sorry… my name is Osphira," I reply.
"Osphira who?" Dyferia retorts.
"Well… uh… Riddle."
They share looks of terror, "as in To Riddle?" I nod slowly, and then I'm the one interested in y feet.