The Story of J.K. Rowling

by Jeweltheif500 (But I prefer to be called Bandit or at least Theif.)

Disclaimer: I don't own JK or HP, but I do own TP (this plot, not toilet paper)!

A/N: Hey, it's me again! This idea just popped into my head during Language Arts when we were talking about authors. The theory is this: if JK knew all this about Harry's World, then she obviously must be a Squib. Let the Un-Beta'd goodness begin!

The letter came by owl. A letter from the Ministry, confirming I was a Squib. The letter arrived when I was just eight years old. My mother spanked and yelled at me for a few hours and sent me over to Auntie's so she could think. She never returned.

Eventually Auntie realised Mommy had dumped me, so she sent me to a Muggle orphanage- in Scotland. There, there were tales of a mysterious castle ruin where odd sounds allegedly came from. I ignored it for a while- until the year I was twenty-eight.

BOOM! I whirled around from my hiding place. BOOM! BOOM! Being a curious girl, I slowly walked towards the area where the sound was coming from. I saw some odd lights flashing from the old ruin, lots of green and red. It wasn't anywhere near Christmas, anyway! Plus that ruin was supposed to be abandoned.

I snuck closer, watching as people in funny clothes streamed out, shooting all colors at each other out of sticks. Of course! This was a battle! Between magical people! Cool. So, I climbed up a tree and watched. I'd always had keen-ish senses, and I noticed that what grass was left was being flattened in places, like someone was walking, invisible.

Following the footprints, I walked deeper into the forest, my cel phone in hand. It had just gotten this cool thing added that had a camera! The camera kinda sucked though. So, when the person came out of disguise in a big clearing, I snapped a picture, of course, and decided to follow him if I could.

So, when I finally had the chance, I got his life story and that's how my life really began!

So, that's it! Please feed the muse (her favorite food is reviews, dipped in chocolate)! So REVIEW, and don't forget the chocolate!

Yours till the Swedish Fish,

Bandita!

Oh, PS, go to my new and Shiny forum, MarySue Factory! Now, I know how to correctly spell Mary-Sue, but I kinda felt like mixin' it up.