Hey ya'll! So I never read HP, but I'm just gonna write what I think happened, mmkay? Review!
My name is Harry Potter and I'm 13 years old. I live in Scotland, England with my Muggle parents Rose and Jimmy(I know his mom had a flower for a name, and I just forgot the dads name). My father is a drunk and an alcoholic that abuses us (me and my mom) severely.
"Potter! Get yo ass over her!" my dad yells. I sigh and walk over. My dad then proceeds to beat me senseless.
"Jimmy! Stop!" my mom yells. She then gets beaten too. I hate my life, this is awful. But my father takes it too far tonight. He shoots my mother.
"Daddy! No stop!" I beg. Too late. She's dead. Dad is so overwhelmed, he shoots me and then kills himself. He thinks I'm dead but I'm not. The cops arrive and bring me to the hospital. I survive, but I'm left with a lightening scar on my forehead.
The my aunt Bellatrix comes, "Harry my dear," she says softly, "it is time I tell you! You, my boy! Are a... WIZARD!"
"Cool!" I SAYS EXCITEDLY. She tells me I have to learn at Hogwarts, a school for wizards. I pack my stuff and go.
Once I get there, I meet my roommate, Draco Malfoy. He's shy but nice and tells me he's excited for the sorting hat.
"What's the sorting hat?" I asks.
Draco gasp, "You mean you don't know? Well I don't want to ruin it for you!" Then someone walks in.
"Who's been sleeping in my bed!" he growls.
Draco hides under his bed, "Oh no, it's Ron, the Don Guido!" he exclaims.
I gulp in fear.
So what did ya'll think!? Good!? Amazing!? PURE PERFECTION!? REVIEW!