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Prologue

Sunday - December 23rd 1990

"They don't care at all, call us names when they see us, while they are up in their fancy houses, adorned with holiday lights in every color. It was so cheerful and happy. We had to barely survive while others our age were spoiled rotten, our gang of outcasts were just that, outcasts. Two of us were too freakish; one of us not freakish enough, and the rest had nobody else to turn to. The snow was fun to other kids our age, but to us, it was deadly. We had to do "magical" things in order to keep our "home" warm. Home wasn't actually home, but more like temporary shelter. My friends and I had special powers, magic, that allowed us to do special things, like keep the shelter warm, cook food, and other things."

It started out with just his friend Hermione and him; they both discovered we had special powers at the same age. She went to show her parents on her 10th birthday, but they got scared, they kicked her out and left her to fend for herself.

"You're a freak! And so is your friend. I want you out of this house before the sun sets you witch!"

The words sill rang in his ears, as clear as he day he head them. He still remembered he hate and rejection that Mr. Granger radiated.

He thought that there was an adult he could actually trust, that he could rely on, that vanished in an instant. He still had Hermione, though, and to him, she was his everything.

To understand his story, you would need to go all the way back to September of 1989.