Harry,
I was there when your parents were slain by You-Know-Who.
I was the one who had helped you escape before he could slay you.
I am the son of Garth, one of the friends of your parents.
You can know me as Nick; we were friends since you were a young lad.
Garth felt that You-Know-Who was coming to get rid of the last hope for Muggles and Magic-Folk alike.
He had left me there to protect you from Riddle.
I had feared for your life as well as mine.
I am your cousin Nicholas Spandrel; Harry it was my job to get you out of there alive.
So we could forge Dumbledore’s Army; you hold the faith of us all
Thank you Harry
Nicholas Spandrel
Dumbledore’s Army! ! !
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