When I was 11 years old I got my Hogwarts letter! I was sorted in to Gryffindor and was especially good at potions, quickly becoming a favorite of Slughorn's. Durring the years I absolutely could not stand one boy, James Potter. He was mean and thought he was the bee's knees, his group of friend always breaking rules and skipping class. However, in our later years at Hogwarts he came to his senses and turning into a fine young wizard, and we fell in love. Out of Hogwarts we married young before having a wonderful son, Harry. Making Sirius, James' best mate, god father over him was a great time. However, our blissful time was shortened when Lord Voldermort attacked our new family. He killed James, and when I refused to let him hurt Harry he killed me too. Since then I've been floating around in the Mirror of Errised, Harry's dreams, and coming out the end of wands. Occasionally I'll wave from the old black and white photo album that Haggrid gave Harry.
