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.
I thought I was normal. That's what I was always led to believe anyways. But then one day a portal opened up in my closet and someone yanked me onto the other side. Now I'm stuck in a different world where apparently magic exists and I'm one of the ten people who can use all forms of it. Crazy, right? A two weeks ago I was a depressed 14 year old kid from Texas. Now I'm a confused and depressed 14 year old from Texas that has magic abilities I can barley control. Funny how quickly things can go from "meh, my life kinda sucks" to "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" in a matter of seconds. Now I have to end a freaking war. I only have one question really. What did I get myself into by being born???