A/N- None of the characters belongs to me, neither does the plot of the story.
Harry
It was Halloween night when a tall, thin man showed up at my house. He said words that I wouldn't understand until I was eleven, but then, even with those dark, shady eyes he had, I understood what he was there for. Me. Up until this day I'm one hundred percent sure that he was scared of me. Of course I know about the prophecy and how the only reason he didn't kill Longbottom was that he believed that I, a half blood, and him, also a half blood, would count as his equal. But in reality, I was and am, to this day, so much more than him. The reason I say this is not because I am an arrogant fool, it is because when he took down my parents? I took him down.