Disclaimer: I am no one. I have written nothing worth mentioning. I lack creativity in such a way that I have no choice but to borrow the characters and basic plot outlines of other writers. But I have fun, so it's okay.
This is the first fanfic I've ever written, I wrote this first part months ago, and I know it starts out a little slow. That's because I'm slow. It can't be helped. Bear with me, and I promise you wont be sorry.
Life After Death
A layer of frost glazed the windowpane as a young wizard turned over in his sleep. A fire crackled in the hearth at his feet, and the clock above his head ticked steadily onward. It was peaceful.
A snowy owl hooted from its perch as the young man began snoring softly. At about 18 years old, he was fresh out of school. He was blessed with his mother's stunning emerald-green eyes that glistened like dew on the morning grass, and plagued with his father's head of jet-black hair that appeared to have a mind of its own, despite his desperate attempts to tame it. He wasn't all that different from other boys of his age, but there was one thing that set him apart from the others: He was The Boy Who Lived.
And it set him quite far apart from the others-- from normal people. It was a gap that he was often painfully reminded of, while only trying to live out his life like everybody else. You see, Harry Potter, for that was his name, was not like everybody else. From the time he was merely a year old, he was destined for something else. Something bigger; greater. From the moment Lord Voldemort lifted his wand and uttered that fateful curse that killed Harry's parents, and from the moment his eyes locked on the young sleeping Potter, Harry was different. There wasn't a witch or wizard alive that didn't know that Voldemort always caught his prey. But Harry was different. He survived.
Shortly before Harry's 18th birthday, the Order of the Phoenix brought the Dark Lord to his knees. And it was on that day that peace was once more restored to the wizarding world, and Harry was able to slide back into a relatively normal life-- his family had finally been avenged.