I was five when I got my letter. Unlike most, mine wasn't to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mine was to Savernake, School of Excelling Witches and Wizards. I wasn't the youngest there, and I defiantly wasn't the oldest either. Savernake was a school where very talented witches and wizards that excel in everything but muggel studies, which indeed was my hardest subject.
When I turned 12, Savernake had the misfortune of catching the eye of Voldemort. Our headmaster was forced to close the school down and send us to Hogwarts, which none of us were happy about because our primary sport which most of us were on( Savernake is a very small school) wasn't played there, only Quiditch was there, not Air Ball.
When Harry heard that I was going to be transferring he immediately wrote me saying that I needed to be in Gryffindor, though I didn't know why. I knew that he had a problem with Slytherin, though it actually fit my personality the best, but why couldn't I be in the other two, Ravenclaw and Huffelbuff or something close to that. I wrote him back saying ok and asked him about the things I'd be needing. When he wrote back he told me he would meet me at our aunt and uncles house, and then he would take me to Diagon Allie. After agreeing, I packed and left to go to the Dursley's home.
