Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~the day after~

With my suitcase in my hand I look behind me, to the place I've lived for so long, which has both good and bad memories. I'll leave the orphanage forever.

Yesterday I let the stranger in, a man, completely drenched from the rain. He told me he is my uncle, and a wizard. He wants me to live with him and go to the school he's the headmaster of. It's a school for wizards. Yeah, apparently I'm a wizard. I can't really believe it. I just see myself as Dan "I try to write good songs but fail miserably" Smith, no wizard, just a normal guy. But apparently I didn't know that much from my history......

Uncle James told me my parents names, and the names of my grandparents. Not that I'm allowed to use those names anyway. Something with a fairy tale or something. So I should act like if don't know uncle James at all, and I'm just Dan Smith, a guy who don't know who his parents are. Yesterday that simply was the truth, but a day can change a lot of things.....