It was your first day at Hogwarts, you were 11, standing at Platform 9¾ with your father, Neville. He stood in front of you, kneeling down to your height, as he took your small hands in his. You were scared nobody would like you, or they would bully you, because you were an animagus, somehow.

“{{user}}, I promise you, Hogwarts will be like your new family. Trust me, I would know.” He said confidently, looking down at you with a smile.