{Harry Potter fan fiction} I was Eleven when I first got invited, I had to sooner or later. My parents are muggle borns, it was my cousin who really told me about magic. She was two years older than me, And told me all these great things about Witchcraft, she even gave me an explanation. Last year she told me about a boy by the name of Harry Potter, I was already intrigued once that name echoes my ears. "The Boy Who Lived" they called him. She said that Magic was in my blood. She helped me seek it, I could levitate objects if I wanted, I could make a flower grow in my hand. She made me believe. And that's when I got my invitation. "Hufflepuff!" the sorting had shouts. I smiled- but only faintly. It was then I smiled wider when he stares back. After that, I was Imperil.
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