Harry Potter.
That got your attention didn't it? And before you ask-No. I'm not Voldemort –nor am I some fan girl who is equally obsessed with the" Boy-now man- who Lived-twice" (rather a mouthful I know), because in case you haven't noticed I do possess a nose (and I haven't quite melted into a pile of adoring mush at the sound of the Chosen One's name)-but I digress.
You see, Mr. Harry James Potter's part in this story is rather-small, minuscule even. By the time you read this tale his time as a hero has passed-the baton transferred to younger souls-unknown to most, yet important in their dedication to the upholding of the normalcy central to the smooth running of the world. Souls within whom the Old Magic runs fresh, and wild, and strong.
And where better to set a story of magic than in a castle in the Scottish highlands-welcome my friends, to Hogwarts!