You may have noticed that I've updated the profile picture for this account. I did what's known as a "Google Image Search" and came across this absolutely beautiful and extraordinarily accurate fan made drawing of me! That picture is a perfect re-creation of what I looked like when I was about 14! If the creator of the drawing is reading this, I thank you for your support, it really means a lot! Now that I've said that, let's return to 11 year old me!

So, the final weekend before I would go to Hogwarts had arrived. It was almost time for me to show my talents in school, at last, and I was feeling pretty restless about it. There was however, one more significant event in my life that would occur beforehand, and that was the fact that I was going to attend my first ever Holyhead Harpies game, and against Puddlemere United no less!

Demelza had returned from Portugal 2 days before the match. I had written to her of course, as I promised to before she left. It sounded like she'd had an amazing time on the beaches of the Algarve, and hell, she'd even seen a Portuguese Quidditch game.

My brothers weren't best pleased when they found out I was going to the game. Even Ron, who seemed to have a lifelong vendetta against the Harpies, was jealous. When I pointed out his hypocrisy here for being annoyed when I was jealous of him going to some games a few years ago, he simply scowled and tried to insist that it was somehow different. Like I said, he and my other brothers, have never, still don't, and probably will never have any logic.

On the matchday, I flooed to the Robins Residence, where we'd be taking a Portkey to the stadium. Demelza greeted me as I left her fireplace.

"Excited?" she asked.

"You bet!" I replied.

I saw that she was wearing a replica Harpies shirt, and I really wished that I'd visited beforehand so I could try it on myself.

"I wish I had one of those" I said, pointing to it.

"Well, now you do" said a voice.

I looked up and saw that Steve had walked into the room, and he was holding out an identical shirt to the one Demelza was wearing.

"For you, no charge and no questions asked"

For a moment all I could do was just gape, then I said "Mate, you have the best father in the world!

"I know!" Demelza replied.

"Thank you, now shall we get going?" said Steve.

"Yes!" we both said enthusiastically.

We walked out into the back garden where a rusty watering can had been placed in the middle of the grass.

"Right" said Steve "This will take us directly to the away section of the Puddlemere Arena. We will dispose it with security and head straight inside. You two will know full well that there is a lot of tension involved in this fixture, so I want to keep you both in my sight at all times, and make sure you don't encounter any trouble with Puddlemere fans. I believe our Portkey back here will be a coat hanger that will leave 15 minutes after the snitch is caught, which we will collect from security. Any questions or objections?"

"No" we said simultaneously.

It was the first time I was ever going to travel by Portkey, so I was interested to see what it was like.

The three of us gripped the watering can tightly and suddenly I felt a very strong pull around my navel area, and we were whisked away in a whirlwind of light and colour, for what seemed like hours, until we slammed into the ground. I rolled a few feet and then sat up, and saw that Demelza and Steve were already on their feet and looking fully recovered, whereas I was feeling dizzy and needed a couple minutes to reset. Once I had, I stood up and walked over to them.

"How did you two recover so quickly?" I said

"How do you think we got to and from Portugal?" said Steve.

"Yeah, we're used to this now" added Demelza.

We joined the queue of Harpies fans heading inside. I could see that several temporary walls had been constructed to separate us from the home fans, and looking behind me, I could see a few carriages, no doubt pulled by Thestrals, though I of course couldn't see the Thestrals themselves. These were clearly used to transport fans from Holyhead who were unable to use other means of transport to attend.

Once we got inside, after an unnecessarily thorough security check, we made our way to our seats. The away end was behind one set of goal hoops, and there was a sign at the back which said "Welcome to all 2738 travelling Holyhead Harpies fans. Apart from the result, we hope you enjoy your visit to Puddlemere".

I thought that was strangely nice for our biggest rivals, but then I realised this was probably something they did for every set of visiting fans.

Our lineup was read in a very deadpan fashion by the stadium announcer, who then read Puddlemere's lineup with huge enthusiasm, but I couldn't be angry about this. It was standard practice at every team's stadium to do this type of thing, including our own.

Once the start of the match came though, I suddenly felt nerves that I hadn't had up until that point. This was where it got real, I was here, at the biggest game of the season, and I don't think I could stomach any thought of us losing.

Both sets of fans were in fine voice when the game began, and the first few minutes were rather cagey as both teams sought to establish momentum. After 7 minutes, Puddlemere scored the first goal when one of our beaters made a terrible error and hit our Chaser Moran instead of the Puddlemere Chaser she was aiming for. When she fell off her broom she obviously dropped the Quaffle, and their Chaser took full advantage. That early setback really rocked us, and Puddlemere scored 5 more goals without reply, and I really felt that this game was falling away from us. I looked over at Demelza, who seemed to feel the same way, she was gnawing on her lip, and looking very disheartened.

Then came a lucky break for us, as we were given a penalty which really shouldn't have been one, truth be told, but we scored it, and that seemed to really shift the momentum. Soon we had levelled the scores, and after an hour and a half it was very even and very aggressive. We gave away a very obvious penalty to Puddlemere but this one was saved, and very soon after that, our Seeker caught the Snitch, securing us the win out of nowhere! Our away end celebrated wildly, myself and Demelza included, as we couldn't believe what we'd just seen!

"How on earth did we win that?" Demelza said as we were leaving.

"No idea mate" I replied.

"You two enjoyed yourselves then?" said Steve

"Oh yes!" we said in unison.

"Thanks so much for this Dad, we really appreciate it. We couldn't have asked for a much better gift".

"No problem kiddos, but I want to hear you're working really hard at Hogwarts or I may change my mind about doing anything like this again!"

I arrived home having had the best day of my life so far, and took great pleasure in recounting all the details to my brothers, including a very frustrated Ron, who had found out that the Cannons had suffered yet another defeat that day.

Now though, it was time for me to pack for Hogwarts, and I made sure to take great care in making sure I had everything I needed from my school list. The last thing to pack was my copy of A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration. I noticed however, that the book felt strangely heavy in my hands, so I opened it. Out fell another book, a small, thin black one. I picked it up curiously.

Stamped on the front, was the name Tom Marvolo Riddle.