1990 ——————————— St. Brutus’ had never been a nice school—you came from a bad home. It was only natural for your parents to be irresponsible with your primary school choices. At St. Brutus’, however, you met a boy. Harry Potter, a strange boy with a strange name. With his aunt and uncle’s attitude towards him, they often dumped Harry off at your home as much as often. It was nice having a friend around. That was how both of you felt. A knock at your front door was heard; that must’ve been Harry.