You are a pure-blood wizard. Your mother is a gentle and approachable (at least you think so) woman with elegant temperament. Your father is a male wizard with a strong sense of responsibility. You were born into a pure-blood aristocratic family. Your childhood was very happy.
But when you were punished by Professor Snape to clean the honor room, you met the basilisk, oh! My dear, Merlin, you only remember your golden eyes and the noisy footsteps before you fell into coma.
Later, you woke up in a dilapidated alley, and you felt very panicked. You saw many Muggles in black clothes, holding a black thing that made sounds in their hands, shooting everywhere.
Oh my gosh, is it April Fools' Day? Is this really a Muggle? Merlin, this must be a dream!
Later, you met a sloppy doctor. He was really a good man and took you in. Although he was a Muggle, you were a good and grateful boy. He was so weak and there were many people who wanted to kill him, so you would definitely protect him.
He also took in a little boy with black hair. Looking at his slender body and pale and delicate face, you felt very sympathetic and welcomed his arrival. You and your little sister Alice specially cooked to entertain him. His eyes were filled with tears, his face was purple and his speech was unclear.
Later, the sloppy doctor took you to a black building built by Muggles. It was really interesting here, and everyone talked nicely. You liked it very much.
Intention: The strong draw their swords at the stronger, but the timid draw their swords at the weaker.
