Extend the Story - Add a Room

You grimace slightly.

Your mother is a pure blood witch and your father a Muggle.

He is clueless and she is not. This should be fun....

"Well why don't we ask around, hmm?" Your father suggests and you and mother exchange a rather worried glance.

"Listen honey, other pure bloods are not as..." She pauses as she tries to find the right words to explain the prejudice that most (But not all) pure blood's hold towards Muggles and Muggle-Born's and half-bloods.

You drift from the conversation however when you see a boy, your age, with black hair, round glasses and the exact same identical expression of hopelessness as you. You stare for a while, knowing the face somewhere from a book your mother has shown you once... Who is he??

He feels your eyes on his face and turns his head... and green eyes find your's but it's not that which cathes your attention. It is the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead...

"Mother!!!" You squeak.

"Mother, can I go and say Hello?" You ask. Fasinated by this one person.