Sadnessismyjam
The Wizarding world was one that you were aware of from afar. Like something you knew was supposed to belong to you, but never would.
You'd been receiving letters from the school since you were ten, but every year, your parents forbid you from going. They punished you for your magic. They ingrained into your mind that you were less than human with it, and you'd just taken the abuse your whole life.
But now, you were almost thirteen, and you'd had enough. So you decided that it was time you took matters into your own hands, and using the abilities you'd been taught to shun all your life, you snuck into Great Britain and found yourself in a world of magic, mystery, and something you'd never really experienced before-friendship.