So let's start off by telling you about my life before the crazy speaking hat extravaganza.
Hi, my name is Amelia R Collins I am 12 years old and I grew up in the foster system. I don't know much about my birth family other than that a woman from England flew to JFK put my basket down on a chair and got on her flight back with a note saying I'm safer off here, my names Amelia R and that I would be safer here then disappeared leaving me alone is an international airport in a basket wrapped in a red and gold striped, what I think is a scarf, hoping someone would find me and take care of me. Trust me, I'm still hoping for that person as well.
I almost left the foster system a few times but parents would always bring me back saying I was weird and cursed or something along those lines and eventually nobody wanted to take a chance on the cursed girl. Like it's my fault that weird things always happen when I'm around. What makes you think a little 3 years old could make a cake fly around the room or make furniture move from across the room. That's just impossible. I was a freak and I had no control over these weird occurrences which is why when a giant hairy man was sitting on my porch waiting for me after I got off the bus, I wasn't as shocked as my other foster siblings. Of course, the dude had to be there for me, because why would he be here for anyone else. It's like they couldn't give me a break from the madness just for a month, just until the holidays were over. but no because that's not how life works for me.
Amelia the man asked, looking at my 7-year-old foster sister Mandisa. She just moved here from Africa a week ago so she barely spoke any English so before she could start freaking out I shuffled her into the house and closed the door, just me and the giant chilling on the porch.
"So are you gonna tell me why you are here or not because if you're here for the magic beans you're at the wrong house" The poor guy looked at me like I was speaking a whole nother language.
" Are you Amilia, R Collins" he asks
I nod
"This is for you" he hands me an envelope
"Thank you..." I ask waiting for him to tell me his name
"You can call me Hagrid. Nice to meet you amelia" I smile at the scary yet sweet man in front of me. I then look at the envelope in my hands
"What is this," I ask staring at the letter
"Why is it your Hogwarts letter? I know its a little late but there was a lot of debate over everything and don't tell anyone I just told you that"
"Hogwarts," I asked confused
"yes, you know, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, you know Hogwarts"
"No, not at all" what makes this dude think I know wtf he is talking about. Why would I ask if I knew what Hogwarts was
"oh I forgot you muggles don't know, silly me, I will have dumbledore explain everything when we get there" he starts to walk away
"what about my stuff," I ask looking back at the group home I had spent my whole life in. As much as I don't mind leaving this hell hole but my stuff in there is the only possessions I own
" I will send an owl or house elf to retrieve it for you"
Honestly, as insane as it all sounds to me, I follow him because anything is better than the Collins family home. So against all better judgment, I follow the man.