A/N: Please be gentle. Not in a good mood to write a story so forgive!








I've never known somebody who could care so much about me. Never even thought that somebody would care so much to die for me. Well… I guess… I was wrong.

I'm Harry Potter. Gee… Why would I write my name in here? Everybody knows who I am - the Boy Who Lived. Nobody knows that I was the Boy Who Grieves!

My tale begins when I still am a baby. I lost my Mom and Dad… They got my Godfather Sirius, thinking that he sold himself to Voldemort. Bu they were so wrong… Anyway, I didn't even knew magick (not magic - it's a muggle thing) existed in the four corners of the earth (I know we don't have that for even in the wizarding world, the earth is spherical). I have an uncle and cousin big as the ships found in the Pacific Ocean and an aunt opposite to that of the size of her husband and son.

Anyway… you know the rest up to the triwizard tournament. In the next school year, my godfather Sirius finally cleared his name throughout the wizarding world with the help of Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, ex-Professor Lupin and unbelievably, Professor Snape.