You might've heard of my brother, the famous Harry Potter. He's the savior of the wizarding world who defeated Voldemort when he was a baby. But what many don't know is that Harry wasn't the only one to survive the attack on Godric's Hollow, he wasn't even the only one to be born on July 31st to Lily and James. I was too.
Most of the wizarding world doesn't know about me, or even that I exist, and that is how it's supposed to be. No one is supposed to know that Lily and James had two children, a famous boy wizard and me, a squib. They tell me it's for my own good, and that I should just stay at the Dursleys' and never reveal myself, which is what I've done for the past 15 years of my life. I have put up with physical, mental, and sexual abuse from those pigs just to stay tucked away. But no more, I will no longer just remain the other one.