Fifth year...I couldn't grasp that I only had three more years left at Hogwarts. Hogwarts was starting to feel more like my home than the one I have lived in since I was three. Because in that
house I have to hide my identity. I have to pretend that magic doesn't exist. I have to act like a muggle. A word I never knew existed until five years ago. I learned it the very day I found out I was a witch. You see, I'm a muggleborn. A person who has magical powers but comes from a nonmagical family. But the purebloods have another name for me: mudblood. Purebloods come from magical families and tend to think they are better than everyone else. And mudblood, well, thats basically a wizard swear for someone like me. A word you wont find in civilized conversation. But the teasing has stopped since I started dating Draco Malfoy: a pureblood. Ironic, isn't it? And to top it all off, one of my best friends is Harry Potter. Well, along with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, of course. With this group, you're never short of drama. I just hope this year will be normal.....what am I saying, there's no such thing as a normal year at Hogwarts!