The Murderer

AN : I KNOW LILY AND JAMES CAME OUT OF HIS WAND ! I KNOW THAT ! THAT
SECRET WILL BE REVEALED LATER , OK ??

Disclaimer : Everything belongs to J . K . Rowling


Well ... If someone had told me that I would spend my childhood living in a cupboard ... Then get
shipped off to the most prestigious wizarding school in the world ... i would have asked what you
were smoking . But , as it happened ... I was . Everyone morning I woke up to Aunt Petunia
banging on my door, until One day , I woke up to see a giant lying on my couch . That's the day
my life changed forever. Well, actually, I think it had changed long before that. My parents died
when I was one. From that day on . I went from being in a loving family, to being the butt of the
family jokes, and Dudley's punching bag. Everything turned into as it should be ... Until the day I
discovered a secret. Buried in the past for so long ... It took forever to uncover. But I found it. It
exists. Voldemort did not kill my parents. Someone ... Or something ... Else did.