Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All I own is my characters that my crazy mind came up with.
The name Potter has been known for years. Ever since the second wizarding war more than eighty years ago. Ever since my Great-Great Grandfather, Harry Potter, defeated the most powerful wizard of the age. I never understood why history repeated itself again. I mean, the magical world had sixty-two years of peace. So why me? Why must my Grandfather, who died years before I was even born, past jump out at me like this?
I suppose that complaining is doing nothing for the responsibility that I am facing right now. I guess that I should explain. Although it has been a couple decades, there are still people in the magical world who are on the side of what used to be called 'Death Eaters'- I always thought it was a highly idiotic name. Ok, I'm off track again, it's part of my ADHD.
Anyhow, when I was seven, a group of these modern day antagonists broke into my house. My parents, being Aurors tried to fight them off. Of course, seven evil insane people against two Aurors… well I'm sure that if you even have a pair of brain cells you can figure out what happened. After they had done away with my parents they tried to find me. When my parents heard the intruders though, they had hidden me in the closet in their room. Of course with a few heat- sensory charms they found me easily.
Crying, I kicked as one of the women in the group pressed her wand heavily to my temple. I could only tell she was a woman from a trace of red nail polish on her index finger. The entire group had masks on their faces. I closed my eyes as she whispered those two deadly words. Instantly, a pain erupted in a way that I had never felt in my seven years. When I had opened my eyes again, I saw the seven people dead around me.
That is why I am where and who I am now.
-Jaklyn Potter