Hello. My name is Philippe Potter. I'm a 72 years' old novelist whose career has spawned over five decades worth of books; and although I first began writing at 21 and never stopped since, this is the book everyone has been hoping for for the entirety of my life. In other words, for some people, this is the end of a 72 years' wait. Can you grasp that?
Maybe you're just as old as me. Maybe you're half my age, younger or older - truth be told, I don't care, but some of you do, and unless you're a careless teenager or living in a cave, you probably know a few things about me.
Basically, I'm most famous for being the only son of the late Harry Potter, fact alone which overshadowed all I ever did out of merit and is simultaneously my curse, my blessing and your mystery. Why?, you needn't ask. I was born fourteen years after my father's death, and I was an orphan, just like him. Now, I'm going to give you all of the answers that my mother never did.
Regarding my mother, her name was Sharon Elizabeth Graham, and she is the starting point of this history.
This is not a work of fiction.
Author's Notes: Did this prelude make you curious? Then please, tell me about it! :-D I don't intend on continuing this story unless I realize there's demand for it, however small it may be. Readers are my motivation! ^_^
First chapter should come within a week, by the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is J. K. Rowling's own creation and I bear no monetary purposes. Do not sue me.
~ Cláudia Cel'arte / Aaminah