From Marina Kagan diary(Harry Potter Fanfic)

Prologue

I Do Not Own Harry Potter
Hey everyone. i'm sorry for all the misspellings and grammatical errors, i'm not from a english speaking country.

From Marina Kagan diary
We all a part of something bigger. We all a part of society. Even the loneliest people around us, are a part of society, whether we like it or not. and as a part of society, we need to accept a certain conventions and act like we expected to act.
there is something very comforting in being a part of something bigger-knowing you are not alone.
but what happens when you feel like you are falling apart? that you are no longer a part of this society you thought you always was? That you are so different from what you thought you where your all life?
it all started a short time after, my mother's dead. Her dead was so fast and surprising, that it make my all and my whole environment to a complete shock.
All i wanted was to say godbey, tall her all the things i didn't make it to tall her, mostly because i thought she will always be there.
No one could explain why. One minute she was there and the next, she was not. The doctors say it was cardiac arrest. The cops didn't even try to investigate the case.
I knew there is something happining, that everyone miss something, something they just didn't want to see.
i didn't really have Where to go. I didn't have any relatives i knew about. My mother never spoke about her family and even when i ask her(something i did a lot), she didn't want to tell me anything.
So i stayed in the house i grow up in, until the authorities will find me another place to live in.
but i run a lot before it happened. i run to a place i never thought i ever run to-The UK.
and all of this because of a diary, diary i never even was supposed to read. A diary which my mother wrote when she was younger.
in the beginning, i thought she was hallucinating. that she had a mental illness. but as i kept reading. the events looks so real and clear, like they actually happened.
for a few seconds i could actually see them.
I could see a younger version of my mother, walking around the Hogwarts corridors
i never visited there but i knew every single corner and felt a strange feeling of belonging.
in that moment, i knew. i just knew. i need to get there, i need to find out what really happened.