A/N: Written for Hogwarts School Care of Magical Creatures Class. The assignment was to write about someone or something that nobody would have guessed was magical. Thanks to goingondreamer for help with the ending! Go lions!
Plain Old Potter
Although everyone in the magical world knew Harry Potter's name, nobody in the muggle world would have ever guessed he was someone special, let alone magical. It seemed inconceivable, to look over the only wizard who had ever escaped the dark lord's wrath. He had someone as an infant ended a war, an era of terror that the wizarding world was too glad to forget.
However, in the muggle world he was just plain old Potter. Harry Potter, who was half of the size he should have been. Who's clothes that were three sizes too large made his appearance even more gangly. The Potter who had no friends, got average grades, was always picked last for sports.
He was chased around by Dudley's gang, but it never gained him any sympathy. Just eye rolls and murmurs that Dudley was 'at it again.'
Yes, plain old Potter was nobody special, no one big or strong. If any of his class mates or teachers had heard of his victory over Voldemort, of the magic Harry had inside of him, they would have laughed. Harry Potter couldn't defeat his chubby cousin, let alone a tyrant who ruthlessly murdered everyone who crossed him.
That was why, when a giant of a man came crashing through the tiny island bound shack to tell Harry who he was, all he could think of was just how wrong the man was.
"I'm just Harry." Nobody special, but the giant insisted. Told Harry of a world where he was important, where he mattered. Where he could be stronger than his cousin, where he could finally have friends, and maybe even a family. So he let himself hope. Hope that he wouldn't be cast aside, ignored as unimportant in this new exciting world he had discovered.
Fame isn't everything. That was one of the first things Professor Snape had ever said directly to him. Harry couldn't wrap his head around it, though. He knew he was famous, but he couldn't understand it. He was just plain old Potter, as Professor Snape had clearly shown. Plain old Potter who didn't even bother reading his textbooks before he came in.
Throughout his entire wizarding career he could never understand it. He knew he was famous, knew it more and more each year. When he looked around him, however he still couldn't understand it. Hermione was one the most brilliant witches he'd ever known. Ron was an excellent keeper, and friend. Ginny was one of the most brilliant Quidditch players he'd ever seen. All of these amazing people filled his life, and they never got the attention. Never had the same amount of fame as him.
Sometimes, when it seemed the Potter craze would never die out, he went for a walk in muggle London. He'd dress himself in jeans and a sweater, and walk into all of the different stores, never really buying anything. He'd just stand there, happy to go unnoticed for a few hours.
So, even though as far as he could tell the Potter craze wouldn't ever completely die out, he still had his moments where he could be plain old Potter.