Preface
Hey everyone! My next HP story, and I have to say it is one of my best. Please enjoy, I sincerely hope that you do. :D
PS: To ZutaraLoverForever - This story cannot be stolen, because of the simple fact that you are incapable of proper English and telling the truth. ;) But I do hope that you read this story, and realise why I know that you have stolen my stories.
My life wasn't the most luxurious, but I had to admit that it had its props. The props were not in my parents, nor were they in my possessions. They were in the fact that I could get away from all the horrors of normal everyday life, to a not so normal everyday life.
My name is Noah Thomas Carter. I have three names, but I go by one, and I bet you can guess. My parents are somewhat abusive; father is a drug addict and my mother is a loony. I don't mean that she has her moments… her moments are everyday 24/7. She believes that I am the worst child in existence, and that I purposely misbehave to gain more attention. I don't mind having no attention, but yes, I do misbehave. They hit me, and burn me, and my mother curses me. No, the cursing isn't one of her loony qualities. She's a witch, a pretty good one at that. My father is a muggle, and he is scared of me because I was bitten. And by bitten, I don't mean by a bug. I mean by a werewolf.
I was seven at the time, and I was very sick. My parents actually showed compassion, but then there was a full moon. The pain was agonizing, and screaming was inevitable. I remember scarcely what happened, and I don't want to go into details.
My true life began when I got my letter. It was from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I supposed that meant that I was a wizard. My mother decided it would be best if she took me to Diagon Alley, a place I had never heard of before, and buy what I needed.