Harry potter. The one name that consumed the entire magical community. Within one night, the infant had managed what thousands of the world's most accomplished wizards and witches could not. He had done away with the dark lord, the heir of slytherin; voldemort
Pulled from the charred ruins of the Potter family home in Godric's hollow, and sent to his extended family, the Dursleys. A muggle family, one that would hopefully give the young man a true home, and unremarkable upbringing. This form of distancing him from the community that venerated him so, was an attempt to keep him safe from any ill-wishers, such as those who still wore the brand of the dark lord, as well as keep him away from the public eye. But this did not stop the fanatical love the wizards had for him, evolving almost to a cult of personality. Many a young witch(without even the slightest idea of his appearance), were swept away with fantasies of the potter boy. Songs were sung, about how his heroic deeds were sure to only increase upon his entry into the most prestigious school that England had to offer;hogwarts. Upon the year for his entry, all the children were told to be upon their best behaviour. Men awaited on the muggle end of the train station, wishing to bode the orphan good luck, and curry his favour. The newest pupils arrived in their finest dress, wishing nothing more than to become friends with him. Yet, an upset occured. He never arrived.
For the magic community did not know that the young harry potter was not their hero alone. Nor, was his extended family nurturing. They laid upon him abuses, isolation, and ostracism that would appal the community. Yet, they would not know of these acts. They shall soon discover, that harry potter was not the young man they thought he would be.
For he is no ordinary man
He was his wrath incarnate,
His physical manifestation upon this earth.
He was an adeptus astartes in training,
And he shall know no fear.