Hello, my name is Sara. I am a student at Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. No I am not friends with harry potter or any of his idiot friends like Hermione the know it all jerk. They are seventh years I am a first year so I'm only eleven. Ok enough about my life now, let's talk about my horrible childhood.

I grew up with my family in England and everything was fine until we went to Romania. The sky erupted with an evil laugh of course then I didn't know a thing about wizards or witches so I freaked out and ran and ever since then I haven't seen my parents. I was only three when that happened so over the years I've gotten over the fact that I have no parents. I've grown up in an orphanage called sunny side up orphans. There was only one person at the orphanage that understood me…Amy…my only friend. She was ten then and when she turned eleven Hagrid came to take her away, all of the nuns said she got adopted by him but now I know he took her to Hogwarts, my only friend, gone I was heartbroken.

When I turned eleven I knew today is the day I'm going to get adopted. I was right. Instead of Hagrid, a lady dressed in all white came and once we were in her car we took of into the air, I had no idea what idea what was going on so I held on tight and turned a mix between red and white. She said that we were going to the ministry of magic headquarters so I screamed "you're insane there are no such things as wizards!" She just laughed, shook her head and kept driving. For some weird reason the thought that someday I might meet my parents kept sneaking into my mind.