The Swan Princess
The roar of the crowds as I stand in the shadows washes over me, every time, as my time comes. This is what they came for. I am what they came for. I am the star of the show; I have been since my first show three years ago. My solo.
I was found on the street as a toddler by the ringmaster's wife with only the clothes on my back, a ragged baby blanket and a large black dog as my protector. She took us in, me and Paddy. Gave us food, a bath together and adopted us both: me her child, Paddy our pet. Her husband was so upset at first but everyone else loved us, so he gave in.
Since then, I was given chores to help everyone out. Everyone has to help out or we don't get dinner unless we're sick. I just did small things, until three years ago when I did my first show. I was a hit from the moment I stepped out on stage. My solo blew them away.
Now, as I step into the spotlight I wonder what these new people will think. After all, they look down on people like us, like me, here for being different, being special, being freaks, here in Little Whinging, Surrey.
Paddy didn't like us coming here, said the family that had abandoned me live here. They are my only blood-family alive, my birth parents being dead.
Oh well. The show must go on. Maybe I'll find this family of mine after. Maybe they regret abandoning me. Who knows...
For now, I, Bluebell Lilly Silver, must fly the Swan Princess.
Hi, my name is Harry James Potter; I am ten years, eleven months, four weeks and two days old.
July 24, 1991 (Wednesday)