Rain soaked my cardigan, making the clotted blood loosen, freeing my chest. Owls screeched, perched on top of excited students shoulders. Meanwhile, I, Billie Van-Floyd, limped my way onto the Hogwarts Express.
Hi. I'm guessing you don't know who I am, and that's fine. Most people don't know who I am either. I am the host of my DID system, and bodily, I am 13. It is only a few of us currently, and we are so hecking lucky that someone managed to notice our DID early.
You are probably wondering, what on earth happened, and where are your parents? Well, for starters, my parents frequently abused me, and to this day, they still do. My parents, well, I ran away from them.
They are muggles, and ever since I was 11, they had kept it hidden from me that I am a wizard. Lovely, I know.
I bet you are thinking right now, what is that child going to do at Hogwarts- isn't it going to be hard to study as a system? You are correct, it will be hard. Since we have a lot of amnesia between us, it's even harder to study.
From my knowledge, there is a professor, known as Professor Lupin, who is a healer, if I remember correctly, who will be assisting us.
The steam train billowed thick grey smoke, just as I hopped on, with my shirt covered in blood. I walked along the hallways, finding groups of friends chatting away, staring at me as I walked past.
As I reached the end, I noticed a small group of 5- two adults and three kids who looked about my age. They looked friendly enough, so I limped my way in.