Disclaimer: If I were brilliant enough to create a new universe, would I be writing here? Didn't think so.

Here I am, off to start a whole new life. I am so scared!

As I sit here looking out the window, I watch the other children receive good-bye hugs from their mother and father. Mummy? Daddy? Why can't You be here? Why do I have to be alone?

My cousin needed to get to London to see a doctor, which is only reason I even got a ride to the station. I was dropped off like a package, not a person. Oh, how I long for a hug, just so I can just be like the other children! Why can't I be like them? They look so happy, they are not alone.

Once I get to this new school, I will study hard so I can be just like the other children, though I am sure many will have an advantage over me since they grew up with magic and I did not. I am sure many already know more than me. Most of them probably had a parent or someone to teach them, to be proud of them. Mums, Dad, wherever you are, are YOU proud of me? Look how big and grown up I am, eleven years old already! Do you miss me as much as I miss you?

I have always known I am different, my relatives made sure of that. For one, I do not have parents, I am an orphan. I also know nothing of my heritage, all my relatives ever said was they died drunk. The big man said you died bravely Dad. And that you loved me, Mum. I believe him. I believed him before he told me.

The other children are boarding the train now; soon one will probably try to sit with me. What should I say, Mum? What should I do, Dad? How can I be seen as "normal' (whatever that is)? Will the other children accept me as one of their own? Will I make any friends?

I should move my trunk to take up less room. Look Mum, a trunk all to myself, it even has my initials on it. HJP. Are you proud of me Mummy? Look, I am being brave and seeing myself off to school. The train starts out with a lurch. My stomach follows its example.

As I watch the station begin to fade into the distance, and I remember how the big man said that I am famous. I do not understand what I'm famous for. I didn't do any thing Mum and Dad, it was you. Will I be respected or hated for that fame?

There is some one at the door; he is tall, much taller than me, though he looks to be my age. Mummy, why must I be so short? No one respects someone as small as me. Oh, no! He is opening the door; I'm going to have to talk to these new people who have the same powers as me. Please let him be friendly. Please help me make friends.

"Errr….can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

Here it goes Mum and Dad, please let me make you proud.

"Um….okay." SMOOTH!

He sits. "What is your name?"

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"I'm Hope. Hope Potter" Hope Jean Potter.

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"Really?"

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"Yes" Why else would I say I am?

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"My dad says your dead"

"Well, I'm here aren't I?" How does your dad know who I am? Am I really famous? If I'm famous, why does he think I'm dead?

"Why have I never seen you before?"

"Why would you have?" I never saw this whole new world until a few weeks ago

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"Because you are my cousin."

"No, all my family except my aunt and uncle are dead. Well, they are really my Dad's cousin and his wife, but they are all I have left." Mum, Daddy, could I have different relatives to go to? Will they love me?

"Your Mum is my Dad's sister"

"Oh." The authorities never could find Mummy's family.

"I need to tell my Mum and Dad!"

"Who are you?" Can I believe the things you are saying? The hope you are bringing?

"I'm Brian Weasley. Welcome to a whole new world."

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