A History of Unsung Magic book

Introduction

The Unsung History

When I was a girl, I waited for my Hogwarts letter.

At the young age of seven, I watched my big brother, my idol, get his letter, start to pack, wave to us as he walked through the wall at King’s Cross Station. I read the letters he sent home to us. I learnt about the famous Harry Potter, a fourth year at the time, the wise and imposing Albus Dumbledore, the cruel Slytherins in his year. Like my father who desperately tried to hide the full truth from my, relatively naive muggle mother, I lived through the fear of the second wizarding war. When I was nine or ten, I joined the celebrations in the weeks after it had ended. And then, with my brother going into his fifth year and my ever-growing excitement to join him, I waited.

Nothing ever arrived.

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I, like so many other squibs, was tortured by this denial of what I had thought was my certain right. My father, though he tried, did not know what to do with me and instead of involving me in the magical world, left me mostly to the control of my mother and grew closer with my brother. But, I wasn’t like my mother. I had tasted magic. I had grown up around these wizards who I had been jovially introduced to. I had even met the children I thought would be my friends at Hogwarts through arranged meetings with my brother’s friends’ siblings. Instead of growing up believing myself special, I believed I was broken.

This, as I hope you can imagine, was torture. In truth, it still is torture. But I want to make sure that no child goes through the same, believing that they will be forever separated from this apparent utopian world when, in reality, there have been so many like me who have fought against the odds and have managed to not just survive, but thrive in our world. So I wrote this book. I hope it fulfils my goal.