Once upon a time, there was a boy. James Potter. Once, he was sent a letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Once, there was a girl, Lily Evans, a Muggle-born, who also received this letter, and was also accepted into this school.
And so, once, both boarded the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9 ¾ and came to the school. Once, both were Sorted, and both placed into Gryffindor. And, they were happy, and made their own friends.
Once, He made enemies. She was one of them. Once, they detested each other.
Once, He realised his feelings for her had changed. Once, She had used all means to get away from Him.
Then, once, They fell in love. Once, they graduated and got married. Once, They had a small baby boy.
Once, They were alive.
Love saved Their son.
Once, Their son, Harry Potter, also got his letter. Once, he boarded the train too, and went to Hogwarts. There he too made his friends and enemies.
Once, Voldemort tried to kill him in his First year. He failed.
Once more, when Harry was twelve, he battled a Serpent and a memory, winning only with Phoenix tears and a gift of a Founder.
Once, during the Third Task, Voldemort came back into body. Once, he duelled with Harry Potter. The younger wizard escaped yet again with the fallen body of a comrade, thanks to echoes of his parents and others slain by Voldemort's hand.
Once, in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort attacked once more and took away Sirius Black, once godfather of Harry. Thanks to animation spells and the Ministry's fountain of 'Unity', Harry escaped yet again.
Once, during the summer after Sixth year, Voldemort struck another time, only to be thwarted as one of his prize Death Eaters threw himself at the Dark Lord and Apparated away.
Six times Harry had survived Voldemort. Six times he had battled the self-proclaimed Lord, and the prophecy was yet to be fulfilled. Six Horcruxes he had destroyed.
Then, on July 31 of Harry's Seventh Year, they met one more time. One last time. Once, Harry defeated Voldemort. Once, he cast the Avada Kedavra, and, once, it found its mark.
But then something inexplicable happened.
Now, Seven times Harry defeated Voldemort, this being the Seventh time on the Seventh month of his Seventh year, Seven Horcruxes gone. Seven being the most magical number, it is a wonder no one had prophesied the outcome.
Those who were there spoke of a pure white light encircling and engulfing their Saviour. This light grew, until no one could look at it directly without going blind. When it faded, Harry Potter was no more.
Once, Harry Potter was a man, a wizard.
Now…
He is a God.
