Hi! My name is Emily Potter, I'm about to start my third year at the best school in the world; Hogwarts! I have the greatest friends in the universe. I am friends with Fred, George and Cedric. My very best friend is Ginny Weasley, Fred and George's youngest sister. She's three years younger than me, though. My other close friend is a Slytherin girl named Amulet; she can be evil but she's nice to those who don't judge. She's two years younger than me. Let me introduce myself. I am thirteen years old and I look nothing like any of my family. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I am rather short for my age, my friends say that I am average height... for a seven year old. On my right knee, I have a peculiar shaped scar. It's a lightning bolt. Before I started Hogwarts I always wondered how I got it. My aunt and uncle always told me that it was from the car crash but I always thought there was something off with that story because I had strong memories of my parents being murdered by a man in a cloak. I also had strong memories of magic and I knew all about Hogwarts from Mum and Dad's stories. And I was right! I'll tell you the real story:

There was a dark wizard, who was very much at large, while I was a young child. His name was Voldemort. My parents had to go into hiding very soon after my little brother was born. One day though, Voldemort found us. He murdered my parents and then turned his wand on my brother. I was old enough to understand what was about to happen. I dived in front of him and the curse hit me. Something stopped me from dying though, none of us know what. The curse rebounded and hit Voldemort. He died, or kind of. I was left pretty much unscathed; all I ended up with was a scar.

But now I'm famous because I'm the girl that vanquished the Dark Lord; I'm the girl who lived.

I'll now introduce you to my family. I live with my little brother, my pig of a cousin and my aunt and uncle. First I'll introduce you to Harry.

Harry is my little brother. He has raven-black hair that is always a complete mess. He looks exactly like Dad, apart from the eyes. He has Mum's eyes, bright green and beautiful. He wears round glasses that I am constantly having to patch up with sellotape because he's our cousin's punch bag. He's small and skinny. I love him so much. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won't let me tell him about magic or Hogwarts and it's so unfair! Every time he loses control and I see his confused little face, I want to explain to him that he's magic, like me. He shares my room of the cupboard under the stairs, when I'm home that is.

Now, my other family members, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley. I hate the lot. Dudley and Uncle Vernon are very large. Uncle Vernon is a big, beefy man with hardly any neck and a large moustache. Dudley looks like-there's no other way of putting it- a pig squeezed into clothes. He's fat and a bully. He's also the most spoilt child you could ever come across. Aunt Petunia is (I suppose) the opposite to them. She's bony and has twice the neck of a normal human and has a strange horse-like face. They're all cruel. They don't feed Harry and I enough and give us so many chores. Our clothes never fit and we're forced to live in a cupboard under the stairs.

~Author's Note
Hi! I hope you like the idea. Emily Potter is a character I invented when I was younger. I used her when we played Harry Potter. I don't know how good this is going to be but I hope you enjoy it! :)