There came a soft knock at my door. I ran to answer it. A giant of a man stood there. "Hagrid!" I threw myself against him. "'Ello, Kris. May we come in?" He gestured to three kids my age standing behind him. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger stared at me.
"Of course." I stood back and let them enter. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"
Ron wondered around the room, looking at the muggle junk I had everywhere. "Wicked," is what I heard escape from his lips. His girlfriend, Hermione, lingered near him. "No, thank you," Harry said in response to my question. "Hagrid," I said turning to him, "You said in your letter that you had urgent news. What is it?" Ron winced for some unkown reason. Harry stopped looking at me long enough to stare at his feet. And, Hermione let out a low whimper. "Hagrid what's going on?" After a few seconds of silence, Hagrid looked at me with tears in his big brown eyes.
"What is it?"
"Your grandfather..." his voice trailed away.
"What's wrong with my grandfather?"
"He...he's...he's dead," Hagrid whisper weakly. A ton of bricks landed in my stomach. I flomped down on the beautiful red couch Grandfather had bought me. First my parents and now my grandfather. I was alone, an orphan. "Who killed him?" I heard myself say.
"Professor Severus Snape." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"No, no professor would do that to my grandfather."
"Snape did." Ron said from behind me. I started shaking uncontrollably as big fat tears rolled down my cheeks.I had trusted thathorrible man. He found my home in terrible condition and reported to my grandfather that my father was killed. My betraying father. My father had joined Voldemort despite my grandfather's wishes. My mother, a muggle, married him unaware of the fact that she was marrying a wizard. They had me and Voldemort had taken revenge on my father for betraying him. No follower of his would marry a muggle and lived. My mother died first, at the hand of Voldemort, and then slowly my father died of a broken heart. Voldemort destroyed our house, looking for something. Snape found me a week after my father's death. I was only a year old. At the same time Voldemort had killed Harry Potter's parents. Snape carried my to my grandfather's home, whereI grew up.Now,my grandfather, guardian, Albus Dumbledore was dead. My whole life I went to school away from where he was headmaster. He had told me that during my finalyear at school I would be able to join him at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Is that all you came for?"
"That and we came to get you to bring you to Hogwarts", Hagrid said. "That's what your grandfather would have wanted."