Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the plot and a few of the characters.

I'm writing this now because I just came to realize that if something happens you always have to push through. Everything I knew about my life is a lie. My past is a fake. I was lied to for almost 17 years. Well the lies stop here.

The people I thought were my family aren't, what I thought was my life wasn't. Well I am done with the lies, it's time for me to know the whole truth. Yes I know part of my life was the truth but for the most part it wasn't. Yes I am still a witch; but no I am not a muggle-born…I'm a pureblood. I was given up at the age of one. The letter from my real parents explained in little detail of why they put me up for adoption.

It said that I was put up for adoption so the Dark Lord couldn't find me and use my powers for his own desire. (I still don't know what powers they were talking about.) It also said that I had two brothers, but it didn't say names or ages. I read the letter again and again always pausing when I came to the part where I said that they love me and only did what they did to protect me. I wish they would have written my name, my real name, or at least my family name. But no it just said that they would come to get me on my 17th birthday. When the glamour charm wore off so they could find me. So now all I have to do is wait just two more days.

This is my first story in a long while, I have been so busy and not in the mood to write. Though hopefully I will be able to write more for this story and all of my others.