In editing, but this chapter is going to stay completely and utterly wrong - sort of - but remember, at this point, I hadn't read Harry Potter yet, hell, I hadn't even started. Okay? I had only grew up with the movies, and then came to reading them when I read a Harry Potter fan fiction.
I sort of want to make it . . . less completely and utterly retarded with a swearing eleven year old.
It was my eleventh birthday, and my parents had gotten me the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling, I had started to read them; at first I was extremely bored but I kept on reading. Some books were pretty rubbish when you start them, but if you stick there for long enough, it become amazing. The first book had finally gotten interesting at the zoo.
I'd gotten to the part where they were on some deserted island, in the middle of the ocean, just to keep away from all those letters that were adressed to him, it was aparently a stormy night and Harry was awake when the miraculous happened. I got up...