Cole Joyce

Backstory

Hi my name is Cole Joyce, I was born on the night of June 12 1980. In the morning of June 12 1991, my birthday, I woke up to an owl tapping my window holding a letter in its beak, I was instantly awake and got up and opened my window. The owl flew in and dropped the letter on my bed, I knew what it was. I took the letter in my hand and tore it open. The next few minutes were my best ever, I ran into my mother's and father's room to show them the letter from Hogwarts and they were just as excited as I was. My mother is a Half-Blood and my Father is a Muggle-Born, they were in Hogwarts at the same time, my father was in his 2nd year and my mother had just got into her 1st year when they had first met, they were in the same house has each other, Gryffindor. The week before term started me and my parents went Diagon Alley, it wasn't my first time there though.They got me an Owl that I called Lucifer for a late birthday present. My wand was a Ash wood, Phoenix Feather, 12 inches. A week later it was my time to leave my home and to go to Hogwarts. I was very nervous when the train stopped and we got off, one of the more surprising things there was a very big man that I later learned was named Hagrid. When we got to the Hogwarts castle from the boat ride we walked in and met the Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, she was a very stern women. When we were allowed to enter the Hogwarts Hall it was magnificent, I heard from some know it all that the roof was enchanted to look like the sky from outside. When the sorting began I got even more nervous, but eventually my name was called and I sat down and put on the Hogwarts hat. It whispered into my ear "Hmm, very cunning, maybe Slytherin? No wait something even stronger, well, GRIFFINDOR!!! I took off the hat and ran over to the the Gryffidor table and sat down. The next few years were very intense. My 2nd year a lot of Muggle-Born were "Petrified" or whatever it was called. My 3rd year a Mad man named Sirius Black had escaped the Wizard prison, Azkaban. My 4th year was a very sad one, one of the Hufflepuff students died during the Triwizard Tournament, it was also said that You-Know-Who had returned . My 5th year was one of my worst, Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of my favorite Classes and that Umbridge had ruined it by making us read some book, as I said, terrible, I did join a secret club called Dumbledore's Army. It sadly turned out that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned. My 6th year was even worse, the best Hogwarts Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, had died from an attack from one of our teachers, Professor Snape, and some other Death Eaters. My last year went slow because of Hogwarts being taken over by the Death Eaters. But it happened, Harry Potter returned and the Battle of Hogwarts had started. I was one of the one's who was fighting, I had got many Death Eaters but I was cornered but was able to get away from the help of a red haired boy, Fred Weasley. At the end of the battle I started my training to be an Auror. I was able to pass my test and started my career as an Auror.