I grew up with my best friend, Harry potter. We were raised together and we did everything together. I was adopted because my parents before were great wizards but were taken out by He-Who-Should- Not- Be- Named. Harry's prarents took me in for the time being but was murdered by He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named as well. Harry got out of it with a lightning scar. I had a green snake scar on my arm that was wrapping around my elbow. One morning I let Harry sleep in as a deal with my extended family. Then two letter flew threw the chimney way.