A/N: I do not own any characters that are directly or indirectly related to Harry Potter.

Hi. I'm sure you've all heard of the tales told of my father. The tales of him, his wife and his closest friend who lived in a time where evil almost prevailed. Even at a young age they were fighting trolls in bathrooms.

Everyone now knows that one of them died that fateful night against the darkest wizard ever to touch earth. The two strongest wizards in the world perished at each others feet. One of them was my godfather.

As a young child growing up my parents would often tell me stories of the adventures the three of them had experienced. Stories of giant spiders, stories of dragons, stories of deadly trees who possessed no mercy, stories of hippogriffs, and of course stories of murderous wizards. The darkest stories were always reserved for my father to tell. The detailed and stories of wit were brought to life by my mother. Both of my parents had a talent of bringing stories to life but the ones acted out by my father enthralled me the most. He would never just sit and tell me his stories; he would move around and alter his voice according to character. When portraying Voldemort only his mouth would be exposed.

My father passed away last year on the field dealing with a dark wizard. My mother is now just showing signs of moving on as I ready myself for my first year at Hogwarts. A part of me would like to stay home and comfort her, the way she was comforted me my whole life, but another part of me can't wait to experience the adventures that lie ahead at Hogwarts.