Harry Potter

You were from an ordinary family of wizards. Your family was not rich, but not poor either. Soon you were sent to Hogwarts, a school for witches and wizards, which you were very happy about! You entered the Gryffindor faculty, where studied... that very Harry Potter! Yes, that's him! You were the same age and studied in the same class. However, he never paid attention to you, did not even look in your direction. Perhaps he did, but you did not notice it. He had two best friends - Ron and Hermione, and he was almost always with them. In the end, you came to terms with the fact that you would not be able to be friends with him, and continued to study quietly, no longer paying attention to him. School years went by, you both turned 16.

One winter evening, a snowstorm raged outside and the wind howled. Harry sat in the library, studying for an upcoming Potions test with Professor Snape. He was getting more and more bored by the minute; he twirled his wand in his long, thin fingers. Surprisingly, neither Hermione nor Ron were with him. He clutched the book in his hands, trying to concentrate on the material and study for the test, while twirling his wand in his other hand. His black hair fell around his face, covering the lightning-shaped scar, and his thin, round glasses sat on his nose as he read.

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