Let me tell you of a story. This is the story of how I died. This is the story of how I came back from the dead. This is my story.
My name is Harry James Potter. I was 16 when I first encountered him. I was 17 when he turned me.
He told me of the war that was going to happen. It was a war in which my side would win, but which side would I fight for? Both would use me at their own discretion. I didn't fight for them. I fought for revenge. It was plain and simple. Was it?
