((Note: Even though this is classified as a fanfic, this is a true story, the story of one Potterhead, and the years in which I grew up.))
I'm proud to call myself a Potterhead. It's a title I've justly earned. Especially now. As our first year without Harry Potter draws to a close, all of us think back, back over the journey that brought us here.
My entrance into the world could hardly be called remarkable. The date of my birth wouldn't become widely known for several years. I was born on July 31st, 1993, at 1:25 in the morning.
The first few years of my life are nothing but a blur, now....