Summer. I hate it. My name is Harry Potter and I lived in a closet under the stairs in my aunt and uncle's house. Lovely isn't it? Maybe eleven is my lucky number, seems as my life turned around the year I turned eleven.
It was pretty close to my birthday and I got a letter, but my Uncle saw it and took it away from me. I know you're probably think, if you didn't get the letter then how is it important, well it is, because they knew that I hadn't gotten the letter, so they sent more… and more… and more. One day the house was flooded with letters and my Uncle packed us up and we went on 'vacation' to a little island with a little old house, to hide from the letters. It was my birthday. That night a giant man crashed down the door and told me about Hogwarts, my Aunt and Uncle didn't want me to go, but here I am anyways, sitting on the Hogwarts express with a ginger headed guy named Ron Weasley and a smart girl named Hermione Granger.
According to them I got rid of some guy called You-Know-Who, or something like that. I can't believe how much my 'family' kept from me. My parents were actually great wizards and I thought they had just died in a car crash when really they died protecting me.
"Is it true that you are the famous Harry Potter?" A blonde boy stopped at the door.
"I'm Harry Potter, yes," I told him.
"Draco Malfoy, I can help you make the… right friends, if you will. Not blood traitors and muggle-borns." He barely glanced at Hermione and Ron as he said that.
"I think I can judge who I want as friends," I retorted and he left with a huff.
"Why do purebloods think they're so much better than everyone else?" Hermione asked to no one.
"It's mostly just those that support You-Know-Who, and most of them are Slytherins," Ron said with a shiver.
"I'm sorry but first, what's a muggle-born, blood traitor, pureblood, and who is You-Know-Who and what's a Slytherin?" I asked thoroughly confused.
"A muggle-born is a wizard born into a muggle, meaning human, family, a blood traitor is basically a pureblood family that doesn't mind muggles, a pureblood is a family with no muggles in it at all, and Slytherin is a Hogwarts house," Hermione spout out, quite proud of her knowledge.
"There are four different houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw," Ron told me.
"You didn't answer my question about You-Know-Who," I pointed out.
"We'd rather not say…" Ron said.
"And why not?" I asked.
"He's a dark wizard… he's the one who killed your parents, there's really nothing else we can say about him." Hermione practically whispered.
"But WHO is he?"
"We're almost to Hogwarts, we need to put on our robes," Hermione said standing up to go change. And indeed a big castle that I could only assume to be Hogwarts loomed in the distance.
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