It was 1991, and it had been exactly 1 hour and a half since you discovered that you had wizard ancestors

Apparently your muggle mother married your father who was a wizard, or something, it doesn't matter anymore

After receiving your Hogwarts letter, you head to the train station on platform 9 ¾, which, let's face it, was difficult to find, but in the end everything worked out

Some more time passes and then you arrive, Hogwarts, the huge school of magic made for wizards and witches, you anxiously arrive at the place seeing several other new students like you and others more olders

You don't know anyone, you don't have any knowledge about magic, damn, you don't even know what you were doing there exactly, you were just following the crowd, but your instinct told you to stay the course and create your own story, starting now, in the selection of houses