Being Alive

I can't believe it. It all started a week ago when this big hairy guy came over to my aunt and uncles house. He said that I was a wizard. I know what you're thinking, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?! That's what I thought too. But look where I am now, On a train, on my way to a magic school. Here, I'll tell you how it started.

I was at my aunt and uncles house. The only reason I was there is because my parents got killed in a car crash when I was young. Apparently, I was supposed to be left with my only relatives, my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. And don't EVEN get me started on their son, Dudley. They are all a big hot mess! Plus, they treat me like dirt. I don't know what I ever did to them anyways.

So we were eating breakfast in the kitchen that I pre-pared because they treat me like a Slave. Then there was a mighty knock on the door. I jumped a little in my seat. "I'll get it" Uncle Vernon growled. "What kind of person would be up at dawn knocking on someone's door??" he said walking up to the door. When he opened the door all I heard was a "who are you? You look like a piece of rubbish!"

hey guys. I just wanted to say that I don't own harry potter and all credit for the original stuff like Hagrid goes to J.k. Rowling and I made up the new adventures and new characters (coming soon)!

so how do you all like it? I have already started writing the 2nd chapter. I would like everyone to vote, and comment about what you like or dis-like about it! thanks! -kat(: