A Hogwarts letter arrived for me, though I was only 10 years old. The academy only takes 11 and 12-year-olds, so my acceptance shocked everyone. Whispers spread that my parents cast a spell to sneak me in. None of it was true, yet no one trusted me. Like it or not, I was named the youngest student at the school for witches and wizards. Inside those walls, learning magic was lonely. Classmates avoided me, convinced a child would only cause trouble. They said I was too far behind to belong. The shadow of my brother made it worse. Three years earlier he broke the rules and ran away, branded a coward and troublemaker. Now they assume I'll follow his path. I nearly gave up. I thought I'd keep my head down until graduation. But Hogwarts had other plans. Trial after trial tested me. I realized I had to prove that age doesn't equal weakness. They choose not to see my potential, but their doubt won't stop me. I started this journey, and I'll see it through.
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