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She stood in a stiff upright position, keeping nervous a very long scarlet feather (as long as a peacock tail feather) in her left hand and a golden gun in her right, right in the middle of a filled court room of the Ministry of Magic and waited. She waited for Fenrir Greyback, the most dangerous werewolf on Earth. She, Clara Clearwater, has to execute that creature, who wasn´t human anymore; who had bitten so many kids in order to create a community of werewolves; who also had killed so many people, witches and wizards if they are against him hoặc - just for fun - Muggles who had not the faintest...

((Note: Even though this is classified as a fanfic, this is a true story, the story of one Potterhead, and the years in which I grew up.))

I'm proud to call myself a Potterhead. It's a tiêu đề I've justly earned. Especially now. As our first năm without Harry Potter draws to a close, all of us think back, back over the journey that brought us here.

My entrance into the world could hardly be called remarkable. The ngày of my birth wouldn't become widely known for several years. I was born on July 31st, 1993, at 1:25 in the morning.

The first few years of my life are nothing but a blur, now. You...