Hi I am currently a first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Honestly, I wish I could go on and on about it but I won’t for two main reasons. I had only ever heard of Hogwarts once before I came and that was from my friends (more about that later). The second is because that would probably end up getting boring.

I wish I could tell you my name but my parents never had a chance to name me before sadly passing away so I go by Diggory - my surname – because that seems good enough for me. It doesn’t bother me that I get bullied for it because honestly, I’m kind of irrelevant anyways.

Now for my story. For as long as I remember I’ve been smashing glass from across the room with my mind, I knew it wouldn’t be anyone else because I realised that there was something special about me. There was one problem about this, I mean I knew I was special I just never knew why. That was until I realised, I was a witch. I think I remember the day being roughly five years ago.

As soon as I found out my immediate reaction was to tell me friends and of course they didn’t believe me. They were those type of people, the ones that would need a little convincing. I didn’t want to try and prove because what if I messed up? My friends would think I was pranking them. There was one person who I was getting closer with as the years went on and they actually believed me! They spent the next few days reading threw some books with me in the library, we read as many as we could find. That was when they mentioned a school called Hogwarts. They thought it would be a great opportunity to learn magic. So I promised that If I got this letter I would not think twice about going.   

I had one problem and that was the fact that I would have to leave my friends and have to try an make some new ones. I could not even think what would happen if I lost James, I mean he found it cool that I had a pretty cool past and didn’t even have a real name. he was the best. Now I guess I probably wouldn’t miss my other friends as much because they have never really been there for me like James has always done. I think secretly he wanted me to stay with him because he didn’t really have any true friends either because he got bullied for being a nerd. He was pretty smart but I wouldn’t call him a nerd.

I took the risk anyway because I knew he would’ve wanted me to take this opportunity. I cant help but think about how much I need him here with me. It hurts to think I may only ever see him every summer. What if he forgets me? I cant bare this feeling and I cant send him an owl because he will probably panic and wake up all the muggles that live on the street.

If worst comes to worst ill send him an owl explaining how much I miss him.