I look at myself in the mirror. I have become a medium fair skin girl from a brown one. My long black hair has been replaced by bushy brown hair, my stunning hazel eyes to striking dark brown ones. I can't say I mind it — it's like a new chapter of a book that I can't put down.

  I am 8 now. I was born on 24 November, 1979. I am still me, but I have changed in ways I could never have. Life here is vastly different. Previously, every decision and purchase had to be carefully considered. Here, money seems like an afterthought, like it doesn't matter. But I won't complain. I've got a new library, and I get to play with magic every day.

  My parents love to spoil me—not in an annoying "here's-another-golden-goblet" way, but in a "we-know-you-like-books-so-here's-a-new-library" kind of way. And unlike some wizarding families (cough Malfoys cough), they actually treat house-elves like people. Shocking, I know. I do miss my life back home, but I can't do anything about it and it's not like my life here is bad. It is brilant.

  My parents back home, although I do love them too, they wouldn't spoil me. I would be scolded if I broke something but here it doesn't matter because with a swish of wand, everything's back to normal. I wonder if I have become too soft.

  But the wizarding world doesn't have many of the technologies we have in our world—no TV, no mobile, no telephone, etc. Anyways, who needs a phone when you get to play with magic?

  After my parents, the most important people will be my aunt and uncle. Uncle isn't as rich as my father but he is well off too. He is my godfather too. He's funny in a way that makes me laugh even when I don't want to. And they had a baby 2 years ago. Oh, he is so cute and adorable. I just wish to pinch his cheeks all day along.

  And aunt, she is great too. She lets me play with her hair and would listen to me ramble as long as I want, wearing a smile. She also brings me chocolates and sweets. It's not that I lack those but it's a nice gesture.

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  The house-elves are kind, though they seem a bit wary of me, especially the ones I don't talk to much. They are all lovely but I love Dolly the most. She is so nice and so easy to talk to.

  I live in Brackenheath. It is a small, peaceful wizarding village. It's not as busy or well-known as Hogsmeade, but it has everything the locals need. The village has a few cozy cottages, a tiny town square, and some simple shops, a bakery, an apothecary, and a tailor. There's also a small pub called "The Wandering Stag", where villagers gather to chat and relax. The village is surrounded by rolling hills, quiet forests, and a little brook that runs along the edge of town. Life here is simple—people go about their daily routines, tending to their shops, and sharing stories by the fire. There's no rush, no excitement—just a quiet, steady way of living.

  That's why around here, there's no one my age. Most are either too old or too young. I spend most of my time around the village. I know everyone here. I spend some time in the eatery talking to Flair, sometimes I will go to the small pet shop. And I am taught my basic lessons like muggle lessons and some wizard stuff by Mr. Harper. And then, I read to pass my time.

  Brackenheath is a close-knit place. Everyone knows everyone and news travel very fast here. My parents although they are wealthy, they like solitude. They don't like crowds, particularly my mother. So, they chose to live here.

  Most of the kids here go to Hogwarts. I think of the day I'd get my letter. I wonder how Harry, Ron and Hermione will be living their lives right now. Harry should be being scolded by his aunt, Ron would stifle around in the Weasely house and Hermione, what would she be doing? Most possibly, studying and reading.

  Lupin, Dobby, Moody, Dumbledore, Snape, and Sirius, none of them would know that they will die later. Poor Dobby, he had to suffer all his life in the Malfoy Manor and couldn't enjoy his freedom too long either. What if I could save them?

  As for my little secret of being from another world, I don't think I can tell anyone, who would believe me anyway? I have found a place in this world now and I feel delighted here. And am I not living every potterhead's dream?