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| Bio: |  Harry James PotterBasic Name: Harry James Potter Nicknames: None, really. Usually just Harry. Or Potter. You can call him The Chosen One or the Boy Who Lived...if you don't like your face much. Birthday: July 31, 1980 Bloodline: Half-blood Gender: Male Wand: Holly with phoenix feather (from Fawkes, the same phoenix who provided the feather in Voldemort's wand), eleven inches and supple House: Gryffindor Health Eyesight: Incredibly near-sighted. The world's pretty much a blur without his glasses. Hearing: Not terrible, though several experiences have left him with somewhat dimmed hearing Left/Right/Ambi: Right Disabilities/Handicaps/Faults: Harry suffered substantial injuries throughout the years, including shattering his left shoulder. He's got most use of the arm back, though it still pains him often enough. Physical Health: Surprisingly good, except the occasional work or flying related accidents. Psychology IQ: Average, around 115 Extrovert/Introvert: Mostly introverted, unless he knows people well. Phobias/Fears: Losing anyone else he loves, failure, and dementors still give him the creeps Mental Health: Quite honestly, Harry probably does suffer from some mental troubles. He goes through occasional bouts of depression and grows very angry very quickly. He's learned to control his temper, though he does still grow sullen at times. Having the kids around helps him keep his mood in check. Family Parents: James and Lily (Evans) Potter Sibling(s): None, though Hermione and Ron may as well be by now. Family History: Only son of James Potter, pureblood Gryffindor, and Lily Potter (nee Evans), muggleborn Gryffindor. James and Lily were both members of the Order of the Phoenix. In school, James chased after Lily constantly, but his arrogant attitude and cocky demeanor turned her off, until 7th year, when James finally buckled down and got serious. At first, Lily was still quite wary of James' advances. Finally, though, the dark-haired boy won her over, and she accepted an actual date to Hogsmeade with him. When showing his more serious side, it was easier for James to connect to Lily, and she finally gave in. Their first kiss was that Christmas, and, after being asked to join the Order by Professor Dumbledore himself, an engagement came shortly before leaving school. They were married rather quickly, as their almost immediate entrance into the war against Voldemort didn't exactly provide time for lots of planning. Harry was conceived during one of those rare quiet moments, and born the following July, a week late. The rest of the Potters' story is the thing of legend, a story passed around between friends, whispered at friends, and told to children before they're even old enough to repeat it. They were gone before an infant Harry was even old enough to commit their faces to memory. He was left on the doorstep of his mother's sister, Petunia Dursley, and her husband Vernon. Vernon had been told horrible things about his in-laws all along, and was at first convinced just to hand the child over to an orphanage. But there was a note left with the baby, tucked in the folds of Harry's blanket. Petunia took one look at her husband and declared simply that they were keeping the boy with them. The Dursleys also had a son, a large, pushy child only a bit older than Harry, named Dudley. Everything Harry could want, Dudley had, and then twice that. Dudley also took great pleasure in lourding that over his cousin, as well as his status as the 'perfect' child in the Dursley househould. Harry has no other blood family, as James was a late in life child and his father passed while he was still in school; his mother died not long after his marriage to Lily. Lily's parents both passed a few months after Harry was born, so he has no recollection of them. His family now consists of those who matter most in his life. He has his wife, of course, as well as his three children, James, Albus, and Lily. Along with them, he's still very close to his friends, as well as his godchildren. This and That Occupation: Auror Education: Muggle primary school till he was 11. Home: A house he shares with his family in Godric's Hollow. Finance: Quite wealthy, actually, having been left everything from both his parents and Sirius and bringing in his and Ginny's own incomes. Pets: A snowy owl named Hedwig who is, of course, getting on in years. The family also has an English Springer Spaniel. Patronus: A stag, his father's animagus form Boggart: During his third year, Harry's boggart was a dementor. It has changed long since then, and the last time he ran into one, only a year or so ago, it was his sons falling off their brooms. Appearance Height: 5'10" Eyes: Green Hair: Black and unruly Build: Tall and lean, finally growing into his knobby knees and elbows Defining Marks: That bloody scar. He's also got a scar from the cut Wormtail gave him before Voldemort's transformation. The words, 'I must not tell lies' are also etched into the back of his left hand thanks to Umbridge. Style: Casual and laid back when not in his robes at work - jeans, t-shirts, oversized jumpers Manner of Speech: Quite ordinary. Doesn't have the mouth on him that Ron does, but isn't afraid to lay you out, either. Movement: Long strides and swinging arms. Romantic Marital Status: Married to Ginny Weasley Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Turn ons: A smart girl with a bold streak who's able to take care of herself, but also willing to be romanced and cuddled if the time calls for it. Turn offs: Weaklings, stalkers, girls who are taller than him, Pansy Parkinson Favourites Animal: Hippogriffs Book: Quidditch Through the Ages...yes, STILL Colour: Green Drink: Butterbeer Food: Treacle Tart Flower: Flowers...aren't those for girls? Scent: Ginny Thing To Do: Playing with the kids and having fun with his wife. ...define fun? Harry's story is a familiar one to so many in the wizarding world, but like most tales that get passed around, it often gets skewed, the darker parts looked over. He was born at the end of July, a week later than planned. It had been a relatively easy pregnancy for Lily, though she suffered incredibly intense and sudden food cravings and one month of the most incredible nausea she'd ever experienced. Harry found his way into the world relatively easily, and was from that moment on, a good baby. Quiet, for the most part, easily able to entertain himself, and staying out of the way. James and Lily were delighted with their newborn and had plans for him from his early childhood. Not the 'saviour of the wizarding world' type plans. No, their plans were to spoil him rotten, to let their friends Sirius, Remus, and Peter spoil him rotten, to have him brought up by some of the greatest names in the wizarding world, and to perhaps, if they were lucky, have him become a Healer. But our best layed plans often go awry, and-though it wasn't known at the time-the young Potters' hiding place was revealed to Lord Voldemort by a spy. That spy was their supposed close friend, Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort arrived firsthand at Godric's Hollow, prepared to kill Harry. James stood in his way, protecting his wife and infant son, but the Avada Kedavra was cast with merely a laugh from Voldemort. He offered Lily an out. Told her to step aside and she'd be spared. It was only Harry who needed to die. But Lily couldn't just stand back and watch her son's murder. Annoyed, irritated, and frustrated, Voldemort killed her, too, before turning to the child. His mother's screams had only just died out when Voldemort fired the spell meant to kill Harry, as the prophecy said he was meant to do. What Voldemort hadn't planned on was the curse failing, firing back, resulting in his own being becoming a state of near nothingness and the baby remaining unscathed, except for a tiny, bolted scar on his forehead. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, was assumed to be the Secret Keeper for the Potters, but he had, in turn, passed the task on to Peter. Sirius was framed for the murder of several muggles and Peter himself when he went to confront his friend, and Peter was presumed dead. With no wizarding family left to care for the infant, Albus Dumbledore protected baby Harry in the only way he knew how. Lily's desperation to protect her son had cast the magic needed to save his life. Dumbledore leaving the boy with his mother's only sister sealed that magic, and protected him until he reached adulthood, so long as he remained with the Dursleys. But though Harry was safe from Voldemort and any of his followers, the Dursleys provided damage of their own. They fed him-but just barely. They clothed him-but he was given Dudley's old clothes that were far too large for him. He had no real friends of his own, as Dudley told all the neighbourhood children that Harry was a freak. Dudley threatened to beat up anyone who even tried to befriend Harry, and soon, Harry found it was easier to just keep to himself. The hardest part for him to understand was why his aunt, who was said to be his mother's older sister, could barely look at him. The shows on the telly all had siblings who fought for each other, stood by each other, and though occasionally bickering, took care of each other. There were movies where orphans such as himself were taken in by family members, and those family members loved the children and respected that they were a part of the family they'd lost. Aunt Petunia never seemed to look that way. Where Vernon verbally scolded and emotionally abused the boy, Petunia often acted as if he wasn't even there. Most of the time, she seemed to look around him rather than at him. There were even times when she seemed to view Harry as a thing, not a person. Harry was forced to watch as Dudley received the world at his incredibly large feet, while he would, if lucky, receive a used jumper for Christmas. Birthdays went by unnoticed for him, but Dudley's were all celebrated with fervor. Until Harry's eleventh birthday. Weird things had been happening to him all of his life. He made things happen without explanation. Despite growing up in a cupboard, the spiders never seemed to bother him. After a particularly bad haircut, Harry found that he seemed to wish his hair back. No matter how many times Dudley and his friends tried to hurt him, they never seemed to be able to. And then there was, of course, the incident with the snake at the zoo. Harry's curiousity was magnified by the mysterious letters that seemed to be delivered by owls and that his Uncle Vernon refused to give him. They were even more curious, as they always seemed to know where to find him. And Vernon's insistence that Harry never see the letters was the most baffling part of all. Far from being angry about it, though, Harry found himself amused. He didn't get to go on trips all that often, either, so when they went, quite literally, running from the owls, Harry just watched and tried not to laugh. And that, was of course, the trip that changed Harry's life forever. That was the night he learned of what really had happened to his parents, of his own heritage, and most importantly, that he was a wizard and would be leaving for Hogwarts on the 1st of September. Petunia and Vernon tried to fight and argue, but there really wasn't any changing Harry's mind, and he found himself on the Hogwarts Express, thanks to Molly Weasley and her family, who helped him get on to Platform 9 and 3/4. That assistance was something Harry never forgot, and it immediately bound him to Ron Weasley (and later, eventually, his family). Both sorted into Gryffindor during the ceremony, Harry knew he'd found a good mate. He didn't realise just how close he and Ron would become. Though Harry liked Dean, Seamus, and Neville, and enjoyed their company, it was nothing compared to the instant and serious friendship he'd found with Ron. Though types like Draco Malfoy tried to convince him early on that money and bloodline meant everything, Harry decided to judge for himself, and learned that a person's value as a friend was worth more than their blood status. His own mother had been a muggleborn, after all, and if it hadn't mattered to his dad, it certainly didn't matter to Harry. Though at first they teased and mocked Hermione for her overzealous love of learning, Harry and Ron soon enough befriended her, and before long she was as close to them as they were to each other. 'Except in that girl way', Harry would protest. In the beginning, it didn't really occur to Harry that adventure and trouble seemed to find him almost naturally. A few choice words here, some careful eavesdropping-er, overhearing there, and he always seemed to find himself in the lap of something he most certainly wasn't supposed to know about. The Sorcerer's Stone was a matter of chance for he and his friends, and the Chamber of Secrets wasn't exactly something Harry had originally wanted to go facing. He was still so young that the actual danger he'd been facing didn't really hit him. Even after discovering the truth of his parents' murders during his third year, meeting his father's best friends, and discovering that his own patronus took the form of his father's animagus-none of this really pulled together to make sense to Harry. Of course he knew he could've died, or lost those close to him. But it seemed to fly over his head, as he really just enjoyed the sense of adventure it all gave him. Until, that is, the Triwizard Tournament. It was the first time he realised, without a doubt, that someone was out to kill him. The tasks themselves weren't easy, but it was the fact that he was doing them that frightened him. More than once, Harry knew, he might have been killed had it not been for the help of his friends and mentors. Facing Voldemort himself, though...watching the transformation into a being with a form? Solidified everything for Harry. He knew then what was coming and what had to be done. Voldemort wanted him dead. And Harry had to admit, the same could be said for him. It was only then that he truly learned to start trusting others. It was a slow process, though. There were times he turned against the advice of others-particularly when he went to the Ministry, trying to save Sirius and instead walked straight into a trap. There were also times he tried to push his friends away, but they continued to prove their loyalty to him over and over. Whether Harry wanted them there or not, those closest to him-namely Ron and Hermione, but also Ginny, Luna, and Neville in their own ways-proved to be helpful on more than one occasion. However, Harry is still a teenaged boy, and he's fallen into crushes and relationships just like anyone, boy hero or not. His short-lived affair with Cho Chang isn't exactly something he likes to dwell on, though he does feel he learned a great deal from it. Ginny, though, is where his heart truly was-and still is. Ginny Weasley first made her appearance in Harry's life as Ron's shy, star-struck little sister. Before long, though, she learned to open her mouth around Harry, and soon became one of his close and most trusted friends. She fought alongside him at the Ministry, and stood up for him against those who spread rumours about his so-called lies. And as many male/female friendships often do, Harry started to put two and two together. His jealousy of Ginny's relationships with Michael and then Dean. The reason his heart flip-flopped when she came downstairs in her pajamas on Christmas morning. Though he tried to deny it, it was there. Harry had fallen for his best mate's kid sister. And, without really even realising what he was doing, he found himself giving into his urge to snog her after she won the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. But there was still a war to be fought, hormones or not. His lessons with Dumbledore were proving helpful-not only was he learning about Tom Riddle's history (and its eerie similarities to his own) but together, they discovered that Riddle had indeed split his own soul, creating not one, but likely several horcruxes. Along with the challenges of NEWT classes, first loves, and the obvious tensions building between his best friends, he also had to come to terms with the fact that it was he who would have to kill Voldemort. The prophecy had been made about him. He'd come to deal with that much, at least. But learning the only way to be done with Voldemort forever was to hunt down as many as seven horcruxes and destory them before he could kill the being himself? Quite a bit more for a boy of not yet seventeen to take. Dumbledore promised to help him, though, and offered him the chance to go with him to destroy any horcruxes they could. It all came to a head, though, when Draco Malfoy assisted a group of Death Eaters into the school. Harry had been with Dumbledore that night, but he'd known something was off. He'd given what was left of his felix felices to his friends, telling them to share it between them and to keep each other safe. Little did he know the scene that would be waiting when he and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts. A fight had broken out between Order members and Death Eaters, and Malfoy stood poised, wand in hand, ready to kill the Headmaster. Paralysed by the Immobulus spell, Harry could only watch in horror as Dumbledore began to attempt to talk reason into Malfoy. The blond's wand lowered, but by then it was too late. With his own eyes, knowing there was nothing he could do, Harry watched as Snape-his most loathed professor-said the words 'Avada Kedavra'. None of the rest of his friends and allies were killed that night, and Harry knew how lucky he was. But it was then that he became more determined than ever that the world needed to be rid of Voldemort once and for all. He set several goals. He wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts. He'd stay at Privet Drive until his seventeenth birthday, as Dumbledore had asked him to. Then he'd take off for Godric's Hollow, his parents hideaway, where his journey had technically begun. There was, however, one thing he had to do first. Letting Ginny go was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but he knew it was for the best. He couldn't be traipsing around the country, and quite possibly the world, while worrying constantly about Ginny and the fact that there wasn't any way possible he could put all of himself into their relationship. He'd had every intention of letting Ron and Hermione go, too. But the two surprised him. For better or for worse, they were going with him. They'd originally intended to tell no one. To keep it between the three of them until it was time to slip away. Unfortunately, Harry has a big mouth and Lupin is stealthy. Worried for the teen's safety, Lupin tried to stop him at first, but realised how badly it needed to be done. Harry reassured him, as well as the trickle of others who found out. They'd be fine. They weren't in any danger, not really. So he, Hermione, and Ron left Privet Drive at midnight on July 31, 1997 with the promise to owl the Order consistently and keep in touch, using a hex Hermione had devised that would hide their whereabouts and progress from any unwanted eyes. They'd only been gone two weeks when it happened. Harry thought sure he was on the tail of Helga Hufflepuff's cup. He'd only planned on going looking, not actually obtaining the cup, and he slipped out before Ron or Hermione had even woken up. It was a rundown, derelict of a shack. It seemed simple enough. What Harry hadn't counted on was who was in the shack at the time. Known Death Eaters, two of them, unfamiliar faces but hoods that couldn't be denied. Sure he was going to be killed, Harry poised his wand, ready to fire any curse that came to mind. But they didn't kill him, at least not without the killing curse. Instead, the two pointed their own wands at the beams of the broken down building and Apparated right before Harry realised what was happening. The walls of the shack came down around him, and Harry dove out of the way, but was pinned by a falling beam just before the door. If it hadn't been for Hermione's thinking to follow him that morning, Harry very likely would have died. She and Ron got Harry to St. Mungo's, where they were soon met with a few members of the Order. Everyone waited for word of just what state Harry was in. He would live, but not without repercussions from the 'accident'. Harry had broken two ribs, shattered his left shoulder, and received a concussion. He'd heal, but it would take time, time Harry continued insisting he just didn't have. The horcruxes were still out there, and Voldemort was gaining more and more power while Harry lay there, helpless. More than once he was caught trying to leave St. Mungo's, and he insisted he was an adult and could leave if he wanted to. It wasn't until he found himself cornered in his room by Professor--make that Headmistress--McGonagall, that he finally paused and took the time to listen. She and Lupin had worked out a plan. Obviously he wasn't going to heal by gallavanting around Britain searching for things that he only had a vague idea of their whereabouts. They understood his frustration and his eagerness to be doing something other than lying around in hospital. If Harry returned to Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione and took it easy, they'd consent to letting him leave school if a solid possibility of finding a Horcrux arose. Harry spent a long time, healing and regaining his strength. He built up his network of close friends, the people who mattered most to him. In the end, he even won back the girl he'd fallen in love with, telling Ginny he'd been a fool to let her go and agreeing to see each other again, but in quiet. He still feared Voldemort using her if he found out the truth. Things were starting to fall back into place. But after a student was attacked in his own bed, the Ministry was taken over, and innocent muggles were hurt, kidnapped, or killed, Harry knew it was time to take action. He left the castle once again, Ron and Hermione with him. They returned to Godric's Hollow, settling in for a long hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes, and eventually being joined by Hermione's boyfriend Theodore Nott...and his best friend, Draco Malfoy. It was tense, but the five of them fell into a rhythm. It took work, effort, and quick thinking all around. And plenty of determination. Eventually, however, Harry triumphed, with the help of everyone behind him. It was, however, too much for one eighteen year-old to deal with. As soon as the dust settled, Harry took off. He knew he'd hurt his friends and loved ones in the process, but he'd been dealing with being 'The Chosen One' and 'The Boy Who Lived' for far longer than he wanted to remember. He wanted to be somewhere far enough away that he wouldn't have to remember everything he'd faced in the last several years. With barely a word to anyone about his whereabouts, Harry disappeared. He spent some time traveling, living in both muggle and wizarding environments, but mostly just keeping a low profile. He needed the space, and though he knew he'd have to return home to deal with the pieces at some point, he felt about a hundred times better being able to finally just be Harry. When he did get back to England, Harry had a long road ahead, trying to ease his way back into everyone's good graces. But the hardest part was talking to Ginny. He knew she'd not take him back, and he even expected her to have moved on, possibly even to be married to someone else. But, on finding out she was single, he began the long process of regaining her friendship, and, eventually, dating her. In the meantime, he sat for his NEWTs and began taking classes at the Auror Academy (despite the fact that he really felt they only accepted him because of his connections to Voldemort). He found his place comfortably with his new life, though memories of years fighting evil and being abused by both Death Eaters and family members still lingered. The births of his three children helped, though, and he found pride in his work as an Auror. Focusing on his family helped put the past behind him, and Harry's now more comfortable than ever. | |||||||||
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