It’s not truth. It must be a mistake. A big mistake. Wizards? Voldemort? Hogwarts?

Ever since I can remember I lived in a small cupboard with my uncle, aunt and my spoiled cousin. I was accustomed to their unfair attitude to me, to absence of nice congratulations and gifts on my birthday. I know it wasn’t the best life, and very often I thought about my parents. Who were they? Did they love me? What was the my mom’s voice? It must be soft and kind. Did she sing to me lullabies when I was asleep? So many questions, so few answers. Uncle and aunt didn’t tell me a lot about them. I tried not to bring it up, because my aunt hated her sister, my lovely mom. I always got upset when she started talking about her in a bad way.

I often dreamed of them to be alive, with me. We would go for a walk together and maybe we would go to the zoo! It would be definitely better to go there with them than with Dudley. We would be a really happy family, I know this.

I spent long lonely nights in a cupboard with spiders dreaming of all thing that would never happen and realizing that all I can do is to live here, stand bullyings of Dudley and his friends and not to see a perfect future when I will be really happy. Sometimes I got depressed about it, but usually those feelings disappeared when I had to wash the dishes and clean up the house. Usually I just had no time to be sad and think about something amazing.

But then something that I’ve never even dreamed of happened. I’ve known the history of my parents, and the secret of their death disclosed. My parents were wizards and they were real heroes in a magic world. I’m very proud of them, but it’s painful to recognize that you’re parents were brutally killed.

I don’t know how to explai everything that I feel. I’m full of mixed feeligs. On the one hand, I’m a wizard as my parents, I can study in Hogwarts and change my life completely. At first I didn’t believe in it, but now it’s fine. Now I think about more things. Do I really deserve to study here? I don’t know anything about the magic world — how can I be a good wizard? I don’t know how to behave, I don’t know what awaits me there… It’s frightening me.

“Just be yourself, Harry,” — Hagrid said to me when he was seeing me off the train.

Well, he’s right. Just be yourself. For your parents, for Hagrid (your the only friend for now), for yourself.