In the magical community, it has been the custom for many centuries to send the children of witches and wizards to the esteemed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, they are taught the skills and disciplines handed down by the four noble founders of the school – Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. For many generations, the Hogwart’s professors have worked hard to prepare their pupils to one day join the magical community as masters of the art of magic.
Ten years ago, the Dark Lord and his Deatheaters waged open war against the magical community. The conflict left many families torn apart, some by death, still others by betrayal. Their goal was to establish those from pureblood, magical families, into places of power over those who they deemed as inferior – namely, Muggles and “Mudbloods.” However, before they could accomplish their dark desires, the Dark Lord met his famous end in Godric’s Hollow when his own killing curse, intended for Harry Potter, rebounded back on himself and brought about the Dark Lord’s demise.
But that was ten years ago. It has been a decade of peace. Time enough to forget the awful past, pick up the shattered remains, and try to move forward. However, ten years was not enough time for the wizarding world to again say the name of Dark Lord Voldemort. Whispers abound that “He Who Must Not Be Named” is not dead and will return to again claim his place as ruler of the magical and non-magical worlds.
It is on this fateful morning that you, "Jinx" (a nickname given to you by your mother), awake from sleep. You roll back over, wishing that you would not be forced to endure this day. Your older brother bursts into your room without knocking, as usual.
“Well, how’d my little squib sleep? Did baby have any more nightmares?”
His words do not even hurt anymore. Since you turned 11, having failed to exhibit any magic, you have lost all hope for ever being a true part of the magical community. But the mention of your nightmares does make you flinch. Your brother, always the observant one, picks up on this and smiles.
“What was it this time? Crushed by a cup? Or was it the necklace that was strangling you again?”
You do not humor his taunting questions as your brother laughs and leaves your room. But you did have another nightmare last night. However, this time, it was a giant snake swallowing your admissions letter to Hogwarts. You have stopped telling people about your dreams, as no one has anything helpful to share with you. Perhaps, if you were a , then you would be able to meet with a divination expert or even speak to an oracle. But you are a squib. A fact made even more embarrassing, as you are the only squib in your family as far back as anyone can remember. Your mom and grandparents were all witches and wizards – all members of .
But today is just not your day. Today, you are accompanying your Dad and brother to Diagon Alley for some last-minute shopping and then on to Platform 9¾ to say goodbye to your brother, who will be starting his third year at Hogwarts.
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