Ok, so this is a letter harry wrote to the readers. thus the "dear reader" salutation. yeah dont know why i decided to write this lil note here but i did.


Dear Reader,

So, you've made it through seven years of my life. Congratulations! I must say, J.K. Rowling andMs. Loesche (who was asked to write the last book when the magnificent Rowling fell ill) did a wonderful job documenting it correctly.

Enough with the fancy talk. Ms. Loesche asked (actually it was more of a "you will or die" sort of thing) me to give a kind of overview about my thoughts and all that. As if you aren't tired or reading by now. Let me apologize now, because this is going to take a while.

I don't remember much before Hogwarts, and let's face it, who'd want to. Mostly, the first ten years of my life consisted of my daily beating from Dudley, school, and cleaning. At least twice a day I heard, "Don't ask questions." But that's about it.

My first year at Hogwarts had to have been the best year of my life, well, most of it. I met my two best friends and my future wife that year. It actually took a while before we included Hermione, but once we did, homework sure got easier.

That year, I also met Voldemort for the first time, well, second, actually. I don't like to talk about that much, so we'll just keep right on moving.

Something needs to be said about Quidditch. Here goes: Best game in the world! Nothing beats zooming around one hundred feet in the air, although Mione may tell you a good book always wins. Unfortunately, I ended up in the hospital wing for a week, so I couldn't play the final. Poor Oliver didn't have a reserve. He still refuses to talk about that year.

On to second year. Well, I spent some of the summer at the Weasleys'. That was fun. Regrettably, that year we had a complete git for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now, who really lets a cage of Cornish pixies loose in a class without telling the students how to stop them, then runs away!

Ginny's diary turned out to have a sixteen-year-old Voldemort in it. As if that wasn't enough, he'd been possessing her and using her to attack Muggle-borns. Hermione was one of the students turned to stone but somehow she was able to figure out that it was a basilisk petrifying everyone.

Most of the school thought I was the heir of Slytherin though. I don't think people have ever feared me that much. Once they saw Mione had been attacked, they lightened up a bit.

Yet again, I didn't get to play for the Quidditch Cup, but that was because it was cancelled. This time someone had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets. Ron took it pretty hard when he found out it was Ginny. Ron, Lockhart, and I went after her, but our own teacher tried to erase our memories. When the wand backfired, he caused a cave in and lost his own memory, so I went on alone. I found Ginny, fought a basilisk, and got rid of the Voldemort inside his diary for good.

I finally admitted to Dumbledore that the Sorting Hat had said I'd do well in Slytherin and he proved to me I was a true Gryffindor. As an added treat, exams were cancelled that year and we won the House Cup again.

Now, I need to mention a certain elf that tried to save my life that year. Dobby, never try to save me again. I went weeks without word from my friends, slammed into Platform 9 ¾ when you closed it, flew a car into the Whomping Willow, and was attacked by a psycho Bludger that broke my arm and landed me in the hospital with no bones in that arm. Thank you, Dobby.

By the way, Ginny still won't write in any diary.

The summer before my third year, my Aunt Marge came to stay with us. I accidentally, sort of…inflated her. I'll never forget the sight of her bobbing around near the light fixture. I ran away that night and ended up at the Leaky Cauldron with Hermione and the Weasleys. While there, I overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking about a mad man being after me. I don't know why this didn't scare me more.

The sad excuse for a Minister sent Dementors to "guard" the school. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the drowning cold they make a person feel or the sound of my mother screaming. But enough of that.

My third year teacher for Defense classes actually knew what he was teaching. He said he was Professor Lupin but it turned out to be my dad. Go figure.

I lost my first Quidditch match that year because of those damn Dementors. The Whomping Willow ripped my Nimbus to shreds, too. That was a very difficult time for me. But I got a better broom for Christmas. I still have my old Firebolt but it's pretty outdated now. I don't really use it. The good thing is that we finally won the Quidditch Cup. I don't know what Wood would have done if we'd lost.

I found out the psycho mad man chasing me was actually my godfather. He'd been sent to Azkaban for killing twelve people but it had actually been Ron's rat. Well, Peter Pettigrew, as Ron's rat. Oh, you know what I mean. Anyway, I thought I'd go to live with him that summer but Peter got away and Sirius was captured. Hermione and I went back in time to save him and Buckbeak, Hagrid's hippogriff.

Oh! And here's a first. I beat Mione at a final! Our only real Defense Against the Dark Arts final and I beat Hermione, the top student in third year. Just thought I'd point that out.

Fourth year was not a happy time for me. We had a strange D.A.D.A teacher and someone had entered me into the Triwizard Tournament, causing Ron to hate me. Eventually we worked it out, which brought Hermione to tears.

Sadly, there was no Quidditch that year, but that didn't stop me from using my new Firebolt!

During the last task, Cedric and I were taken to a graveyard where Voldemort got his body back. Cedric was killed, but when I snapped Voldemort's wand, he come back.

When I finally got back to school, Professor Moody took me to his office and tried to kill me. He turned out to be a Death Eater using Polyjuice Potion and the one who'd put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Thankfully, Dumbledore saved me and found the real Moody.

Fudge gave me the Triwizard winnings but I gave them to Fred and George to buy Ron some new dress robes and start their joke shop.

On a side note, Madam Maxime and Hagrid ended up together. Maxime left her school in someone else's care and came to Hogwarts to help Hagrid. I hope their children don't take after the giant in them. That'd be one big baby.

My fifth year was probably the worst year of my life. I was having strange dreams about what Voldemort was up to and I was really moody. I found out later it was because some of Voldemort's extra emotion was transferring over into me. Hear that, Mione? Wasn't my fault!

I started the DA when that Umbridge began teaching. 'Course, it was because of the DA that Dumbledore had to leave Hogwarts. A Dumbledoreless Hogwarts is never a good thing.

That year, Ginny and I got a bit closer. I found out that when she actually talked to me, she had a lot to say. She was smart and funny and just like the twins really, except she was a lot better looking. So, explain to me why she became Head Girl. Well, it doesn't matter. See, in my fifth year, I was too busy drooling over someone else to notice the change in Ginny.

After two years of following Cho around like a little puppy, we finally hooked up. Unfortunately, I wasn't Cedric, and I wouldn't talk about him, so she spent most of her time crying over him. Whenever we got together we fought so we just stopped talking to each other. That's when I finally started to notice a certain red haired girl, but she was seeing other people.

Then tragedy struck. I was actually kicked off the Gryffindor team by that foul woman, Umbridge. Well, I showed her in the end.

So, you all know what happened at the end of fifth year so I don't need to go into that. My mother took it pretty hard when she found out. However, one night afterI left HogwartsI got a call on my cell phone (I finally was able to afford one) from my dad. He said to get to what would have been our old house in Godric's Hollow as quick as possible. As it turned out, Sirius had been sent back. The curse his cousin had hit him with wasn't a killing curse. You can't stay behind the veil unless you're dead so after a few years, he fought his way out. He won't talk about what happened though.

My sixth year was fairly quiet, and I needed that. I mastered Occlumency with Dumbledore's help, but that didn't stop the dreams. It's safe to say that I was suffering from depression. Fortunately, my friends were able to pull me back. Cho and I tried again but she still liked Michael Corner, her ex. I was really starting to like Ginny, so we gave up. On New Years, I got drunk for the first time. Never again. Drinking is bad, kids! Snape finally kicked me out of his Potions class. We had a semi-cognizant teacher for our Defense Against the Dark Arts and Ron and Hermione finally got together. Mione even decided to start Quidditch, and she turned out to be very good

Right at the end of the year, Ron and Ginny lost their parents and Charlie. I saw it happen. I don't know if I'll ever forget it.

Now, my last year at Hogwarts finally arrived. Unlucky me got stuck with my uncle over the summer. He really liked his alcohol. But, I ended up with the Weasleys' again.

Some of you might be wondering about the relationship between Mark Evans and me. Well, here goes. We're cousins. Like Mark said, his mum, my mom's sister, ran away from home, met his dad, but left him when he revealed that he was a wizard, and had Mark. Dumbledore knew about it all along, but he was protecting Mark form, you guessed it, Voldemort.

Well, you just read all about my seventh year so I'm not going to drag you through that again. Thank me later. Instead I'll just wrap this all up. Ron and Hermione were married in a big church on the outskirts of town three years to the day of Ron's proposal. I guess he really didn't want to wait. Both of them became Aurors and helped round up the last of the Death Eaters. After a few years, they both retired. Ron started working at the Ministry, where he finally managed to become the youngest Minister of Magic ever, and Hermione's now the History of Magic teacher at Hogwarts. I've had the chance to sit in on one of her classes and I was actually able to stay awake. They have twins now; a boy and a girl, and those children get into more trouble than you'd believe; yet they're as smart as can be.

Fred and George kept up with their joke shop and now its major rival is Zonko's. Right after I left Hogwarts, they both got married, Fred to Angelina and George to Katie, in a double wedding. It was complete chaos…and I loved every minute of it.

Bill and Fleur eloped right after the twins' weddings and have three beautiful kids. How could they be anything but beautiful, I mean, look at their mother? Ginny will probably curse me into oblivion for that.

Malfoy went on to become an actor in one of those cheesy Muggle soap operas (he said it was his punishment for the way he'd acted all those years), though sometimes he stars in movies. On the set of one of these, he met his wife, a beautiful Muggle girl. They have a little girl who's one of my little Lily's best friends.

After Hogwarts, I went on to play with Puddlemere for a few years. Ginny came to join me the year she left schooltoo. That was way too much fun. Anyway, we ended up married (big surprise there) and wenow have one beautiful girl named Lily and a boy on the way. Ginny said she'd always wanted to name her daughter Lily, even before she found out it was my mum's name. Lily looks like her mom except she has my hair, though not quite as messy. She's in Gryffindor (naturally) in her third year at Hogwarts right now. She's even a Seeker on the Quidditch team, though sometimes she'll switch to Chaser if need be. Ginny's now the Charms teacher and McGonagall insisted on my teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. After much persuasion, I finally decided to do it and I couldn't be happier.

Now you know it all. If you'll excuse me, Lily wants to practice a bit before dinner.

Harry Potter