I do not own Harry Potter or any relating material created by J.K. Rowling, although I do own a pair of soccer cleats.
Chapter 1 (Introduction)
It all started when it ended. After the demise of Voldemort. The one who had destroyed my past, my parents, my friends. After the beast that had ruined my childhood was gone. Blimey, I can only imagine the Muggle children who lived such a normal life. Buying the newest trainers with their friends, while we obsessed over broomsticks and Quidditch. But, after that part of me was destroyed… I realized I could lead a normal life.
But no one could ever see me as normal, even by wizard standards.
After Kingsley became the Minister, I thought against it. What would people see me as? A freak? A monster… Like Tom had become? No, I couldn't become that. How? I was the supposed Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived. How could I become the creature that had once been man? But still… I had a part of the Dark Lord inside me. It may have been dead now, but its memory still etched itself upon my forehead, a reminder of a strangled childhood. I couldn't have possibly kept it to myself… And so, I told the world.
It was that day that my life changed forever.
I am Harry Potter. This is my future.