Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine
It had all started on the morning of August 30, as I started to cook breakfast for the muggle family I lived with for four and a half years, the Nesslesses. I was ten and a half at that time. As Sussex walked in looking dangerous, soon after the doorbell had rung, obviously waking him, I knew I would most likely be having my hair pulled in a matter of minutes. It was Sarah's 11th birthday. He hated her birthdays, which always left him cross with me for no reason. He walked over to me and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. He grabbed my ponytail and yanked up. I bit my lip as I struggled not to let the tears welling in my eyes to spill. "Go get the mail, girl," he spat. He let go as I bit back defiantly, "Whatever." As I walked out, I rubbed the tears from my eyes, irritated, and then smirked to myself. I had recalled the letters I had received a week ago.
One was from Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, one of the friends of my parents, which were both killed 8 years ago, that were still alive. It explained to me that I was a witch, a pureblood witch, a pureblood veela witch, and was probably going to receive a letter telling me which wizarding school I was to attend soon. The other letter was from that wizarding school. It was "Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". The emblem ran around the back of the letter, sealing it. I didn't quite understand the motto, as it means, "Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon" in Latin. It contained my acceptation to the school, a train ticket, and a list of things I was to obtain. I needed a wand, a cauldron, basic potion supplies, books, and school robes. It was an option to obtain a cat, owl, or toad. I had written back to Mrs. Malfoy, sending the letter using my grey and white owl, Gir. I had promised myself I would not tell the muggles anything about my past I had already known about, or any connection I had to the wizarding world.
You see, I already had extensive knowledge of the wizarding world. I had many notes, books, my whole family tree, with pictures, and other knick-knacks from my parents and remembered many things from my early childhood. I knew my blood status, which was pureblood, I knew I was 100% veela, and I knew many things about Hogwarts, as my parents had attended the school.
When Mum and Dad heard that Voldemort, an evil wizard, was killing many muggles, squibs, wizards, and witches, they had immediately drawn up their will, and had written everything they believed I should know, had they passed away, which they did. They had instructed Mrs. Malfoy to send me my first owl as soon as I turned nine if anything happened to them, which she had.
The letter I had sent to Mrs. Malfoy explained that most of the things that she had told me in her letter, I had already known. I also told her that I had been accepted into Hogwarts, and asked her if she could, perhaps, take me to Diagon Alley. She had replied almost instantaneously that she would "most certainly take me to Diagon Alley, and that of course I would have to stay at the manor for the remaining days until school started", which was two days. She had told me that she would pick me up at the muggles' home on August 30 at 7:00 sharp. I never told the muggles.