This is my diary, my record of events. This passed month I saw someone I cared about die and I was unable to save him. This year, oh this Fucking year is going to be so different those stupid lions heads are going to spin.
I have only ever had myself I could only count on myself since I was 15 months old.
I didn't need the Mudbloods help or the weasels I got what I wanted out of them, oh but I know what they have been doing, they think naive little Harry Potter doesn't know? Oh, this is going to be fun.
The fur is coming off. Now everyone is going to see the true Harry Potter. Alone was I, when I truly figured my way through the maze, oh, I know what you think I put the thoughts in their heads and let them think they thought they did it.
Alone was I, when I killed the serpent that guarded the chambers of Slytherin his chamber of secrets. Alone was I when I figured out what Weasel's pet rat really was.
Alone was I, when the moment I met R.J Lupin I knew he was a werewolf, I was alone when I figured who gave me the Firebolt. Alone was I when I figured out how Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.
Alone was I when I figured out who the death eater in Hogwarts was, I knew that Moody was not Moody; I waited and waited to prove it myself. I watched my comrade die.
Alone was I, when Dolores Umbitch made me cut my skin open. I did learn something those evenings, never reveal my true face.
Harry Potter, the nice sweet young boy everyone's favourite until they need a scapegoat. No more, I Harry Potter, am my own person. Now I am changing every thing this year no more glamour's, no more lies.
No one has ever seen a snake like me. No more masks, no more false face. Now everyone will know the true Harry Potter, Heir of Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.
The only true heir of them. The most powerful triad in the world. Through my mother. Squib born daughter of the line of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Myrddin. One who learned the old ways.
And in the moments before her last breath, she passed all this knowledge on to me as her mother passed it on to her. Through the gift of premonition. I am the only one of my kind left.
The son of the immortals, light and dark high Elves, mortal and the Sirens child in mortal bounds until, that fatal night in Godric's Hollow. Myrddin himself Saw my coming.
Born of the Lion, Raven and Snake… To the line of daughters squibs… Descended of then line of the warrior mage… Of light and dark beauteous immortal… Of lovely voice… wrapped in mortal shackles… marked by the storm shall he be... after the harvest… through mother's future Sight shall this child's learned flight of magic and life… born to the stag and the flower… true king of Magic…
I am Haridan, son of James, son of the Mage, the Lion the Raven and the Snake. I will lead them true as the true king of Magic.