- Joined April 2014
- Member of Gryffindor
- 0 House Points
- 1st Year
- South Africa
Backstory
When I received my Hogwarts Letter on that faithful Tuesday morning, the 2nd of July. Just a week after I lost the most important person in my life.I knew exactly what it would mean. At least I hoped it would mean that I could finally begin the life I was always meant to live.
At first, like any ration being living in the muggle world. I thought it was just a joke. My dad sometimes played pranks on me or caught me out because I was, back then young, innocent and gullible.
I was the black sheep of the family. It dad and I against the world! Every time something out of the ordinary happened, an unexplained occurrence or odd happening went on around the house it was always my fault. The oldest child. The one who always messes up. The one who was always to blame.
How was I supposed to know that it wasn't normal for my clothes to change colour when I was feeling down?
After the letter was read, ignored and hidden away. They just kept coming.
Finally, after weeks of repeatedly trying to convince my parents that it wasn't me or my friends playing a very over-the-top prank, the doorbell rang. I won't ever forget that day. Dusk had fallen only a few minutes before I heard that familiar chime. The air was cool after the hot day, a slight breeze that swept relief over a hot and sweaty neighbourhood.
As I opened the front door, a very tall woman, in what looked like a robe from my fantasy novels stood in front of me.
Looking down at the little girl I used to be. she smiled and said, "May I come in? We have much to speak about."