The Boy Who Lived
Authors Note: This story takes place after the 7th book by J.K.R. Although not revealing many aspects of what occurs in the final book of the series, it would help to know what happened to fully understand this story. And so I just wanted to warn you that some may find spoilers in what follows, and I encourage you not to read any further if you do not want the final book ruined for you before you read it yourself.
It has been many years since I rode the crimson steam train from Platform 9¾ to the station at Hogsmeade and long since the carriages drawn by invisible creatures amazed me. The sight of the ornate castle in all its grandeur loomed up in front of you as you drew closer to the gates, never ceased to astonish as you drew breath at its magnificence and beauty. When you saw it, and I know it was the same for many other students, you felt as if you'd finally returned home again after a long struggle to return.
Tugging at your heart was the yearning to be within its dorms, classrooms and Great Hall. All were familiar; all held memories that would be with you forever. To many, Hogwarts was their home, place of comfort, educational institute, place of escape. But overall, every student had one thing in common; an overwhelming sense of patriotism to a mass of sandstone bricks, metal armour statues, secret rooms, dank dungeons, Professors, amazing creatures of the forest, extensive Quidditch grounds and even the resident ghosts. All of which combined to hold ones sense of patriotism to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hogwarts has seen many an icon of the Wizarding world pass through in walls from first year to graduation in seventh year. Having its fair share of heroes, dark lords, academics, sporting stars and celebrities, Hogwarts never saw as great an era than that of the Boy Who Lived.
There is not one person in the Wizarding world today who does not know of the Boy Who Lived, or as I came to know him - Harry James Potter. His trademark lightning-bolt scar, shock of brown unruly hair and emerald green eyes that hid behind round black spectacles. He was the saviour of the Wizarding world from a Dark Lord known as Voldemort, he went on to become a famous Quidditch player claiming the seeker and team captain positions. He rallied behind the Ministry and lead wars against other uprising Dark Lords. There was even talk of him becoming Minister for Magic, but you will later learn of his downfall that took him far away from that opportunity.
Harry was followed and supported by myself and two others through everything he experienced, for he needed his closest friends as we were his only family. There were times that one if not all of us fell out with Harry, or were separated not because we wanted to but because it was forced upon us and impossible to regroup. I have been witness to lives Harry has ended, friendships he has terminated, loved ones he has lossed, decisions good and bad that he has made, emotions he has experienced, and greatest of all - hearts he has broken.
And so, I wish to put quill to paper in order to document all my dealings with the Boy Who Lived, for a true and sincere account of his manner and person. I have never spoke of these things, and so transferring my memories onto paper lifts a great burden from my chest. These sheets will come with me to grave, it will not be a wasted effort but a mere release that will allow me to move on into the next world for I know my time is near.
What follows is not a love story, nor will it end with 'happily ever after'. You will never see me wed to the man I love, nor become the mother of his children. But you will learn, how our love never faltered in all our strange and wonderful changes of circumstance, and how our love would be greater and stronger than if we ever had married. And so, dear reader, I warn that if you think a happy ending makes a good story, then now is the time to desist from reading any further.
And so my story begins, and what you have just read - is merely an introduction.