Everybody knows the story of Harry Potter, of the famous boy who lived. Everyone knows the story of his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Everyone knows about Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, The Weasley's, Malfoy and many other Hogwarts students.
But no one knows of Lucy Lewis, your typical grey mouse. A Hufflepuff, obviously. But a sweet girl, a good girl, a fine girl. Yet no one knows about her, nor about the sacrifices she made to keep her loved ones safe. And that is why I, Amanda Jones, am going to tell you about my mother's story. Because she deserves it. She has been just as brave as those famous sorcerers. She may not have been as brave or bold. Nor may she have been as smart or as beautiful. But she was a good woman and she made my life worth living, simply by being my amazing and loving mother.
My name is Amanda Lewis, I am currently sixteen years old and am attending a private school in Sussex. This may appear quite strange to you, my mother being a witch. So I will try and explain.
My mother, Lucy Lewis, was eighteen years old when she met my father, Patrick Jones, 20 at the time. They bumped into each other in a cozy little bar in the outskirts of London. It wasn't particularly love at first sight. My mother was 21 when she kissed my father for the first time, the three years in the middle were used for the development of a amazingly strong friendship which, how corny, turned into something more.
By the time Mum and Dad got married she was 23 years old and I was on the way. Dad was a muggle, obviously. And Mum never told him about her talents. And not because he was a muggle, because she wanted to leave that world behind. All the pain, all the death, all the evil things that harbored there.
Therefore, I grew up in your world. I played with barbies, I watched telly, I went to a muggle school. And right now I am in a private school. My parents made a good deal of money. I had a good life. But I had always felt like there was something missing, like something was out of place. Yet I could not tell what it was.
Of course, all became clear when I turned eleven and got a very peculiar letter. I was accepted to attend a school my parents never applied for. You all know which school I am talking about; Hogwarts.
My mother came to my room that night. She locked the door and told me she needed to have a very important talk with me. And that is when I found out who I was. What I had been missing all those years. An explanation, a recognition that I was different.
I had magic. But I would never learn to wield it. My mother told me of the dangers and the darkness that accompanied this talent. She tried to explain to me why she decided to keep me from this world. And I complied, naturally. She was my mother, I was eleven and I just assumed she knew what was best for me.
So, I lived my life, I went through all your usual teen problems and now I am sixteen.
And I was roaming through our cellar, looking for our christmas supplies when I stumbled upon a old box. My mothers old box, with all her memories from before. Before means; before Dad, before muggle life.
I have discovered some interesting details about the Wizarding World while reading her diary and going through her old stuff. And I decided it's a story worth telling.
So, here we go.
My mother, Lucy Lewis was a witch and this is her story.