3rd P.o.V

Pure-bloods, it's what the (L/n)'s are. And not all had fallen for the same fate and the earliest generations of the family. But, (Mother's/n) and (Father's/n) were different... Both were different. (M/n) was a Hufflepuff, while (F/n) was a Ravencalw. Both unusual for either-side the family. Their family line is composed of either the brave Griffindore, or the cunning Slytherin.

Not all were happy. But at least they we're accepted by most. The two didn't married each other just like, most pure-bloods. They married each other because they love each other dearly. And as time passed, their family moved to the muggle world, for the safety of their family... and they eventually had the newest member of the family.

(Y/n) (F/n) (L/n)

The successor of the family. Born on the 14th of February in the year of the 1980. Despite of what people believe of their family, they couldn't care less. They had each other, and that's it. Within the earliest years that (Y/n) was born. The presence of magic was already there. But it was in the age of 5 when it it truly shown.

Both parents had a fight. (Y/n), afraid that both his parents would split, out of fear, power shot out the young man. Blasting both of the bickering adults away from their positions.

The two looked at their young child, who was now crying. Both with wide eyes, both hope and fear struck them. They ran to the you, now crying... both parents feared for the worst... but, they just had to wait...

6 years had now passed. And now 11 year old (Y/n) had finished his 5th year of Elementary school. He had just gotten home from a friends house. And by 'friend' he means ""friends"". Twice the quotation, he was just forced to hang out with the guy because of his school status.

Who was this 'friend'? Dudley Dursley...

He didn't like the boy one bit. But he was forced to because of family status. The (L/n) had to hide their identities someway. So, they became one thing that fascinated them in the muggle world.

Mrs. (L/n) now a (somewhat) fashion designer that bases her design on both the wizarding world and the muggle world and Mr. (L/n) is now a famous writter, famously known for his stories that involves fantasy, thrill and romance.

A loud sigh escaped the young boys mouth, his mother who was cleaning dishes in the kitchen. "Is everything alright sweetie?" She asked. The young boy made his way to the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs near by. "No..."

His mother turned around to meet her son's blank look. "Aww... what happened?" She then wiped her hands on he dress and took a seat next to his son. "The Dursleys. I don't know why I have to be friends with Dudley."

(Y/n) replied, slouching down on the chair. "And there was this boy..." He added. "What was that?" His mother asked. "A boy. He's practically a slave to the Dursley's. Mrs. Dursley had him serve us the whole time I was there. I kinda pitied him."

(M/n) looked at her son, sympathizing with him. "I'm pretty sure he'll be alright. What's his name anyway?" (Y/n) looked at his mother, who was looking back down at him with a kind look on her face. "Harry. Couldn't remember his last name though..."

Just then a loud slam blasted through the house, alarming the two. "I'm home!" Yelled a familiar voice. "Welcome back Father!" A smile appeared on the boy's face.

His father finally appeared by the door with a smile. "Welcome back darling." (Y/n)'s mother stood up and gave (F/n)'s a welcoming hug. "How's work today?" Taking her husband's coat, (M/n) asked whilst putting back the coat by the rack."It was alright, dear.

"So. (Y/n), I've got something for you."

"What is it dad?" Said (Y/n) in a slightly cheerful tone. His father smiled and took out two of his two most wanted thing ever since his 8th birthday. "Happy... late birthday." His father said. "I'm sorry I wasn't there in time." He took his belated gift and gave him a hug. "It's alright dad. It's just a birthday." (Y/n) reassured.

Just then, (M/n) came back with a wide smile plastered on. "What's up Mum?"

(Y/n) asked, perking up to his mother. "Guess what came into the mail?" She then revealed an envelope. With my name, where my bed room is, and our address.

"What?"