I remember looking at the small
boy in the half-giants overlarge hands. He had messy black hair, like his
father, and amazingly green eyes like his mother. Harry Potter was his name.
The name that no one in the wizarding world would ever forget. Good or Evil.
Why you ask? Because Harry Potter is the boy who lived. His parents were killed
by the most feared wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort. Or Tom Marvolo Riddle
as is his real name. He was the one who started the "death eaters".
They were his minions. They were the ones who did all of his dirty work. They
would go from village to village, house to house, and slaughter or torture
those who weren't "pure blooded" wizards. He called them MUDBLOODS. A
word that still thrives in the nightmares of many. Voldemort himself however
went after the Potters. Only very few people know why he did. Myself included.
He was AFRAID. Afraid that one day the Potter's son, Harry, would become strong
enough to defeat him. He was afraid that he would no longer be able to strike
fear into the hearts of those who heard his name, because they had a lasting
hope. Hope in a child. After his faithful servant, Peter Pettigrew, divulged to
him the secret place where the Potters were hiding, he left to find them,
hoping that night, he would finally be able to smell the death of the hope so
many people had longed for. He reached the house and soon had killed both James
Potter and Lily Potter with the Avada Kedavra curse. When he found Harry, and
turned the curse on to him, it surprisingly backfired. So that instead of Harry
being hit, Voldemort had been. He was left a simple shadow of his former self.
And Harry only being left with a lightning shaped scar on his four head. So now
I think back on the day Hagrid, the half-giant brought him to me and Minerva
McGonagall, at #4 Privet Drive, so that he may live with his only surviving
relatives. I was sad to let him go but I felt it was for the best. Today, as I
sit here watching the boy, now a man, get married to his best friend Ron
Weasly's sister, Ginny Weasly, I remember his entire life. He is now an auror,
and a good one at that. Now four years after his graduation from Hogwarts, four
years after the final fall of Voldemort, Harry Potter is finally truly happy.
There is no more fear in his life, lurking in the shadows. Because the shadow
that held that fear, was vanquished by the light that is and always will be
Harry Potter. And I, Albus Dumbledore, am truly proud.
-chrosnia
