I don't have long to talk, and I don't have nearly enough time to say what I need.
There are organizations after me, one of them wants me dead. Another wants me contained. Either way, my only hope is to get the word out. Brace yourself, because I have news that will shake your world.
Magic is real.
Witches and Wizards and every other kind of creature we grew up thinking was myth, they are all real.
Witches and Wizards live in secret all over the world, among us.
Witches and Wizards are the reason my family is dead.
My name is Jonathan Carter. I was a Sergeant of the US Marines. I am also what wizards call a Muggle (someone with no magic).
The man who killed my wife and children was part of an organization known as the "Death Eaters", a group of dark wizards bent on world domination or something.
But I don't care about that.
I only care about revenge.
I have traveled to London under the name of Nigel Brandenburg. It is here, or so my information tells me, that I may find a wizard named "Dumbledore" who may help me find the Death Eater responsible.
My dealings with the magical people so far have not been pleasant. The International Confederation of Wizards is after me to wipe my memory and send me on my way. Those few wizards to don't try to curse me treat me like an ignorant child, but they'll learn. Especially these Death Eaters.
Never underestimate a muggle with a vendetta.
(hey, saber here. This is an idea I've had for a long time about a Harry Potter fanfic. Yes, I know, I use the dreaded original character, but oh well. Just let me know what you think, I want an idea before I really start the story.)