Post by jdumoulin on Feb 17, 2010 15:37:49 GMT 10
HARRY JAMES POTTER
NAME ;; Harry James Potter
NICKNAMES ;; the boy who lived, the chosen one
AGE ;; 17
DATE OF BIRTH ;; 31 July 1980
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Half-blood, human/wizard
YEAR ;; 7th
HOUSE ;; Gryffindor
OCCUPATION ;; Student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Daniel Radcliffe
HARRY is ;;
--- LOVING ;; Harry cares for those close to him, and even those who aren't. Just like his mother sacrificed herself to protect him, Harry sacrificed himself to protect everyone from Voldemort. His love for everyone else often leads him to do things that could be classified as crazy and insane, because he will do anything to protect those he cares for.
--- COURAGEOUS ;; he also has plenty of courage, as the Sorting Hat stated in his first year. He braved immense risks to save his friends and the wizarding world. He sacrificed himself willingly and without barely a second thought because he knew it was the only way. Harry would do anyone to protect those he cares for, no matter how extreme that it is.
--- STRONG-WILLED;; Harry is also strong-willed. He's stubborn, often shown by his insistence on not giving up anything he has started. His short-temper under certain circumstances also plays a part in this and shows this trait. He refuses to tell anything other than what he believes is true, even managing to be one of the only people ever to resist the Imperius Curse.
HARRY'S patronus is a ;; A Stag, like his father's
HARRY'S boggart takes the form of ;; Voldemort returning. While he knows that that is highly impossible, he's afraid that he will come back and hurt those he cares about.
HARRY adores ;; his friends, the Weasley family, quidditch, hogwarts, butterbeer, Ginny, magic, treacle tarts, chocolate frogs, wizard's chess
HARRY abhors ;; slytherins, death eaters, fame, glory, sticking out, death, rumors, stuck up people, being rushed, corrupt government/rulership, people who threaten his friends and loved ones, failing to protect someone
One of the most famous wizards of the modern age, Harry Potter was born on 31st July to Lily and James Potter. Beyond the young boy's comprehension at the time, a prophecy had been foretold about how he would bring about the defeat of the greatest dark wizard the world had known, Voldemort. Angered by this news, Voldemort had hunted Harry's family down, fully intent on killing the young boy. Harry's father had gone down easily, but what the dark lord had not been expecting was Lily to sacrifice herself for her son. When the killing curse was cast, Harry was shielded by this mother's love, and the curse backfired, causing Voldemort to lose his powers and physical form. However, a reminder of this event would always remain with Harry - once he had learned what had actually happened that day, of course. A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt was left permanently on his forehead.
With his parents dead, Hagrid had come and rescued the baby Harry from the house. Dumbledore had given him orders to take the child to his closest remaining relatives, the Dursleys. On his way, Sirius Black had stopped the half-giant man and begged him to let him have the child, but Hagrid had refused, stating he had orders from Dumbledore. So, seeing his words had no effect, Sirius had given Hagrid his flying motorcycle to take Harry to Privet Drive as quickly as possible. It would be a long time before Harry ever saw his godfather and actually remembered him. Left upon Private Drive's doorstep, a letter written by Dumbledore explaining everything nearby, Harry was taken into the Dursleys care, where he would spend the next ten years of his life in complete misery, unknowing the truth about his parent's, or his heritage.
If you asked Harry, living with the Dursleys would be described as utterly dreadful. The Dursleys had no love for magic at all, and forbade Harry from ever using the word. He was punished whenever something unusual happened; they thought that they would be able to beat the wizard out of him or some such nonsense. They didn't succeed, to put it short. The Dursleys spoiled Dudley, and often tried their best to ignore Harry completely. All his clothes were way too large, they were hand-me-downs from Dudley. He had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, while, unfairly, his cousin got two bedrooms all to himself!
What he didn't know was that by living at Privet Drive, the protection from his mother would live on, because he lived with his mum's only remaining blood relative. While remaining at Privet Drive, the protection would live on until he was seventeen, or until he no longer called Privet Drive his home. To add to his misery, though, he attended Muggle school. Of course, at the time, he knew nothing of Muggles. But everyone ignored him mainly out of fear of his cousin, who, ironically, was the leader of a gang. He was good at sports, which in the future would help him become the Seeker.
Never having truly celebrated a birthday before (could you call a coat hanger and a pair of your uncle's old socks celebrating?), he would forever call his eleventh birthday his best. It had all started when suddenly, in the midst of the house, hundreds and thousands of letters, addressed to him from somewhere called Hogwarts, started flying all around the place, seemingly out of no where. From thin air, from the chimney, from open windows, through the front door's mail flap... The letters were, oddly, addressed as "The cupboard under the stairs". Frightened that Harry's mistreatment was being observed, they transferred him to Dudley's second bedroom, which, was the smallest bedroom, and increasing letters addressed it as such also.
Harry was amused, but disappointed that he didn't get to read the letters that were addressed to HIM. Still, Uncle Vernon attempted to get rid of the never ending stream of letters; He attempted to burn them. Obviously Vernon's attempts failed, for they soon fled Privet Drive to go to a rather abandoned shack on a small cliff in the middle of a large body of water... And then, at midnight, 31st July 1991, Harry's real adventure would begin. Hagrid burst through the door, infuriated by how the Dursleys treated Harry, and told him of his parents' deaths, that he was a wizard, and that he had come to take him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry would follow without his aunt and uncle's approval after having happily enjoyed them freaking out over Dudley's new pig tail.
They would proceed to Diagon Alley, where Harry would learn more of his heritage, that he was famous and respected amongst nearly all of the wizarding world over something that he had truly not had any participation in other than sitting in a crib while his parents died for him, and had been given his second real birthday present: A beautiful snowy white owl that he named Hedwig. He also found out that his parents had left him a decent-sized (really immense) wealth behind in Gringotts Bank. His wand, crafted by Ollivander, was the twin wand of Voldemort.
When he arrived on the Hogwarts train, he would meet his best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. While in Hogwarts itself, he would be greeted by Draco Malfoy, whom Harry didn't particularly like at all. Harry was almost sorted into Slytherin, but he didn't want to be sorted into there, he'd rather be sorted anywhere as long as it wasn't Slytherin. The Sorting Hat conceded, and put him in the next best House, Gryffindor. On Halloween, a Mountain Troll had been let into the school, and everyone was sent back to their common rooms. Harry and Ron had tracked the troll down, and straight to Hermione in the girl's bathroom. The three had managed to take it down and had formed lasting friendships.
That year had been a shock, and had been really dangerous, but with the help of his friends, he got through it, and even managed to stop Voldemort from nearly killing him early on. From Dumbledore, he learned that he was able to do so through love. His second year became even more dangerous, and the three had encountered the Chamber of Secrets, opened by the heir of Slytherin - Which just happened to be Voldemort, or Tom Riddle. Having fought, and killed, a basilisk, he was immensely relieved when Ginny was safe and he had destroyed the cause of all the mayhem (which just happened to be one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, but he wouldn't learn about those until his sixth year). He also managed to trick Lucius Malfoy into freeing Dobby the House Elf.
The third year went.... the right word wasn't smooth. Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban, and was apparently after Harry. He also encountered his first Dementor's that year, and, unknowing how to defend himself, was taken down fairly easily by these wraith-like creatures. Luckily Professor Lupin had saved him, along with nearly everyone else. That year Harry learned the Protronous Charm, a charm used to defend oneself against Dementors, and can only be created from a happy memory. It wasn't soon until the mystery of Sirius Black unfolded, and Harry learned that Sirius was really innocent, that Peter Petergrew had been the one to betray his parents to Voldemort, and that Sirius was his godfather.
During the fourth year, he was inadvertently added into the Triwizard Tournament, and picked as one of the three.... 'four' contestants. It was also the first time he had actually seen someone die (not including his mother). Voldemort returned that year, and Cedric Diggory was killed. He was declared the winner of the tournament, and gave the winning sums to Fred and George, who used the money to build their joke shop. And yet no one would believe him about Voldemort's return other than a select group of people, until his fifth year, when he went to the Department of Mysteries after ditching Umbridge, rode threstles (which he could only see because of Cedric's death), and was fully intent on saving his godfather from Voldemort, only to find out that it was a hoax caused by the dark lord because of the connection between their minds (and because Harry failed his Occlumency lessons with Snape). In all of that, Sirius had finally actually come, and in the process, wound up being killed by Bellatrix. The Minister and other Ministry officials finally came, only to find out the awful truth, that Voldemort was indeed back.
Sixth year rolled around, and Harry learned all about the Horcruxes. Later in the year, in a search to find a Horcrux that Dumbledore had tracked down, Hogwarts was attacked because of a successful certain person's plan. Draco Malfoy had let the Death Eaters in while Harry and the headmaster were away. In an attempt to bring Dumbledore back quickly, the Death Eaters had cast the Dark Mark into the sky. And, soon enough, Harry and Dumbledore returned, headed up to Hogwarts' tallest tower. From there, Draco had proceed to attempt to murder Dumbledore... Well, he had been intending too, despite his unwillingness. Just when he had been lowering his wand, the other Death Eaters, and Snape, came up, and Dumbledore soon died at the hands of the Half-Blood Prince.
Harry broke up with Ginny, having gotten with her that year, soon after that, because he was afraid that Voldemort would try and use her against him. Having found out that the Horcrux that him and the now deceased Dumbledore had been searching for was a fake, and that someone named R.A.B. had taken it already, he planned on not going to Hogwarts for his seventh year, to search for the Horcrux.
That year went by slowly, and yet in a blur. Snape became headmaster of Hogwarts, they found out that R.A.B. was really Sirius' brother, Regulas. Kreacher actually stopped hating him, and many other events passed by. One of the most hurtful ones had been when Ron left them, angry that Harry hadn't actually had a plan and they were more or less just basically wandering around futilely. Of course, the boy had made up for it by saving Harry's life when he stupidly jumped into a frozen pond, near nude, still wearing the Horcrux, and all to get the Sword of Gryffindor.
The prophecy of either Harry or Voldemort came true all on one day. With all Horcruxes destroyed, Harry went to fight Voldemort alone, having found out all about Snape after the man died. For love of everyone, and because he thought it was the only way, Harry sacrificed himself to Voldemort, and died. And yet he hadn't truly died, and soon the final battle came. Many people had died that day, and Harry finally defeated Voldemort... Well, technically Voldemort had defeated himself, in Harry's eyes.
Funerals had passed, and Harry bared them with as much of a straight face as he could. Almost all who had died were close friends of his, and it pained him just as much as everyone else for their loss...
The boy crouched in the grass, running his hand over the thin, tall blades. In the sky, the cover of night hid him from unwanted attention. He wasn't suppose to be here, his parents would be angry if he were caught. No need for them to find out, no need to be caught; he didn't want to be in trouble for breaking their rules, again. And yet the boy always had the uncanny urge for the unknown, the dangerous. The supernatural. Ghosts weren't a common thing out here, but hell if he'd give up the chance to see one!
Rumor had it that a ghost of a farmer had died plowing was now haunting the very field that young Luke now crouched in. It was suppose to be spooky, and frightening, and... He shivered in delight at the prospect of seeing a real, life ghost. He'd only ever heard of them from ghost stories that his grandfather told him, which his father disapproved of telling a ten year old boy. Wouldn't you? It gets into their heads, and they begin to come up with all sorts of wild ideas from the strange and complex minds. This same thing happened with him. His grandfather told him about this ghost, and he just had to come and check it out.
All sorts of fascinating and frightening ideas ran through his head all at the same time. What if it was all a lie? Nah, his grandfather never lied to him. What if it was mean, and scary, and wanted to eat him?! He had to admit, while he'd prefer life, the thought of being eaten by a ghost was rather an intriguing thought. Running his hand over his forehead to push back his unruly mat of brown hair, Luke kept to scanning the horizon, the light of the moon revealing enough to see silhouettes of objects. And a ghost would be glowing white anyway, so it didn't matter that he could barely see.
At that moment, he heard a noise. It sounded like scraping on rock. And that's when Luke's imagination took fully over. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, to his right. At the same time, his hand casually stroking the ground struck a sharp rock that bit into his skin. Luke was in a frightful mess by this time. The prospect of seeing a ghost had been a great idea at first... until now... It was after him! he decided. With his unusually short legs, he stood up ungracefully and stumbled over rocks and other things, heading towards the direction of his home... Or so he had thought. Instead he found himself on an empty street, grass taller than his small frame towering above him. The way they moved in the slow wind seemed eerie, and Luke gulped, unknowing where he was.
He headed down the street towards the north, or so he presumed by the Polar Star. His pace was slow and careful at first, but as the wind gathered and swished about in the furious fall weather, Luke began to run down the road with all haste. He tripped and skinned his hands on the rough pavement, but he didn't let that stop him. He got back up, and quickly resumed his frightened run. As he ran, the outline of a cabin began to show in front of him, off the side of the road. His first thought was 'Home!', and he made his way towards it.
His parents had to be in a right fit mood, he was sure about it. His father was sure to have gone and checked up on him, only to find him not there and his window wide open, letting leaves and bugs and who knows what else into the room. His mother was probably crying her eyes out over her missing son, while grandfather was sure to be sighed and trying to comfort his teary daughter and irritated son-in-law. Yes, that had to be it, and as he neared the cabin, he could already smell the sweet scent of freshly baking bread... And yet it had an odd scent to it...
He climbed the three stairs up onto the porch, directly identical to the ones at his home. He went to the door, and barely wondered why there were no lights on, and why it was so silent. Well, perhaps everyone was asleep after all... They might not have checked up on him before they went to sleep. Though that was unusual. Throwing open the door, he called out in his high, shrill voice, "I home!" He was surprised to hear no answer, and even more surprised over the fact that this was most NOT his home! And then he saw the body of the farmer, hanging from a wooden beam in front of him in the center of the room.
Luke screamed.
Hey there! I'm JESSICA. I'm SEVENTEEN, and I've been been role playing for SEVEN YEARS. I found ATP through PROBOARDS SUPPORT. My favorite Harry Potter is GOBLET OF FIRE.
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