Preface
Now every good story starts off with a 'Once upon a time...' but unfortunately for me all those stories seem to have a happy ending so I knew that I couldn't start off like that because I don't think that my life will end up being the classic, 'and they lived happily ever after' because my life has so many problems at the moment. Now, you may be thinking that I'm some messed up little freak that feels sorry for herself, but I would totally disagree with that comment. See everything went slightly wrong when I was only 10.
My Dad used to tell me all of these wonderful, amazing, spectacular (yeah I think you get the point, they were good) stories about this wonderful, amazing, spectacular little baby boy who managed to miss death by mere millimetres. He would tell me how this evil wizard broke into the baby boy's home, killed both his parents but still, however hard he tried, he couldn't kill the wonderful, amazing, spectacular little boy. The evil wizard was defeated, turned into a deathly spirit, leaving the baby boy with a scar on his forehead and inside a fire lit house. Daddy would then tell me that a friend of his saved the baby boy and took him to live with his own living family, muggles. (By then I would be so interested to know what happens next I would get annoyed with him because he would start to babble on about how fascinating these muggles are, leaving me impatient). Eventually he would tell me that he couldn't finish the story because the little baby boy, was still living with his muggle family, his story not yet finished. I would beg and beg but he wouldn't complete the story.
I was only a little girl, fascinated but the story, wanting to know what happened to the baby boy with the scar. When my Dad told me that the baby boy was the same age as Ron, my older brother I began to hope that one day I would meet him because I was already in love the story that my Dad would tell me, leading me to think that one day his 'happily ever after' would have me in it too.