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Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived and the Start of a Very Fierce Lion
The Potters.
Students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Potioneer's.
Defenders of the Wizarding Realm.
Speakers of the Truth.
Black Sheep of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Equals to the Entity of Death.
A very wealthy and powerful wizarding family of men and women, too. Whose ancestral bloodline is revered as legendary to an unquestionable extent. Who have used their bravery, nerve, and courage to explore new and uncharted territories of magic, along with being very hard-working, just, and patient in the interests that they pursue
While using a lot of their wit, learning, and wisdom to tackle unfavorable odds in the face of both decisive and overwhelming failure. Alongside lastly, being very decisive in their leadership roles, alongside using an exceptionally substantial amount of cunning and resourcefulness to achieve their ambition.
Which, of course, has ultimately led to them having a proper place in the annals of history in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds. However, most of the works and feats they have accomplished are mostly known amongst the wizarding community.
Their works in the muggle world never meant much to the more popular wizarding families that got more recognition for things that only concerned their realm of the world.
Though with how things will change due to a certain event happening on Halloween night, it's obvious that the Wizarding world will see a great shift in time.
Many have high hopes for the latest and only living scion of the family, leaving some who knew the family well to believe that all of their works would eventually become known throughout all the realm of Wizardry.
This is where our story begins…
- Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, Great Britain, The No-Maj World -
- November 1, 1981 -
It was a quiet night, with a very calm chill ever-present in the air.
That was what one could expect at this time of year. Everything on the suburban street of Privet Drive in the village of Little Whinging, in the county of Surrey, was silent as could be expected at the time of midnight. Almost normal if one were to put it in a certain way of speaking, as an owl was perched upon the sign that had the name of the street on it. Silently looking over everything in its sight of vision, as another owl came flying down in a silent swoop.
To which the wind picked up immediately for a moment before disappearing as if it were not there altogether. While on the corner within the first owl's sight of vision sat a tabby cat, looking as if they were waiting for someone or something. Narrowing their eyes for a moment upon feeling the change in the air, as an older gentleman appeared on the corner not too far from where the tabby cat in question was positioned at.
So suddenly and so silently, almost in a way where most would assume he had just popped out of the ground or out of thin air. With this being said, the older man in question had caused the tabby cat's tail to twitch with its eyes narrowing. Seeming to indicate that the tabby cat seemed to know exactly who this person was due to the older man's appearance being nothing like any of those it had ever seen on Privet Drive.
The older man was tall, thin, and very old-looking. Mainly if one were to judge the silver hair and beard, for which was so very long that they could be tucked into his belt. Which was accompanied by his blue eyes, which were light, bright, and seemed to sparkle behind the half-moon spectacles, with his nose being very long and crooked. Almost as if it had been broken at least twice from something that happened in his earlier life. Along with that, the older man was wearing long robes with a purple cloak that swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots.
And this man's name...
...was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Who, at this moment, didn't seem to notice the tabby cat continuing to look at him with narrowed eyes as he was currently rummaging through his cloak. He was looking for something that he was carrying on his person, and ultimately found it as he pulled out the item in question that he was looking for. An object that seemed akin to that of a silver cigarette lighter with green coloring, and it was known as the Deluminator.
An item that Dumbledore now moved to flick open while at the same time holding it a bit up in the air above himself before clicking it. Provoking the nearby street light to go out with a pop, as the light source itself went into the device that Dumbledore was holding in hand.
Which had allowed for him to move on to the next light and the light after that. Until Dumbledore finally put out all twelve of the lights on the street, leaving the entire road in darkness and silence.
Only to hear the sound of the tabby cat meowing not too far from where he was standing as he went to slip the Put-Outer back inside his cloak. While at the same time, deciding to now let a smile grace his face as he looked at the tabby. Now, deciding to acknowledge it and walk a bit closer to the cat in order to speak to it with a purpose.
"I should have known you would be here." begins Dumbledore before continuing to speak once more. "Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore further, as he identifies who the cat really was.
Immediately causing a reaction from the tabby cat in that it had disappeared, and in its place stood a tall and rather severe-looking woman.
Who at the moment was currently looking distinctly ruffled. Possessing black hair drawn back into a tight bun, accompanied by a set of hauntingly enticing green emerald eyes that stood behind the square glasses that she wore, which had matched the markings that the tabby cat had around its eyes. All while wearing an emerald green robe, which seemed to enhance the beauty of not only her eyes but her entire physical appearance as well.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." begins McGonagall, greeting the wizard as she walks over to meet him halfway before speaking further. "If I may ask, how exactly did you know it was me?" asks McGonagall with folded arms.
Appearing to be waiting for an answer now.
"My dear Professor, never have I ever seen a cat sit so stiffly," says Dumbledore with a knowing smile.
Before he went to turn his body away in order to calmly walk down the street with McGonagall following right along next to him.
"You'd be stiff yourself if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," says McGonagall, pointing this fact out whilst letting a calm huff escape her lips. "And besides Albus, I didn't feel like celebrating like everyone else seems to be currently doing," says McGonagall with a sharp look in her eyes and voice, which caused Dumbledore to nod in understanding.
"Yes...it's very understandable." begins Dumbledore, speaking gently as he finds the words coming to mind quickly. "Though you cannot blame them for throwing feasts and parties. Especially when you consider that we've had so precious little to celebrate for eleven years," says Dumbledore, reminding his friend and colleague of this fact.
"I know that, but that's not a reason to lose our heads," says McGonagall with the frustration still present in her tone. "People are being downright careless and foolish. Out on the streets in broad daylight celebrating, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors," says McGonagall as she threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore.
Who, in turn, let out a breath of his own as he knew this fact to be true. Since bird-watchers earlier in the day, everywhere across the Isles had seemed to notice and report that the nation's owls have been behaving unusually. When in truth, the owls were sending messages out with a purpose. The problem with this itself lay in the fact that the owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight. This became the root of the current problem with the owls, as there were hundreds of sightings of the birds flying in every direction since sunrise.
And persisted throughout much of the day all over Great Britain due to festivities breaking out all over in celebration of the end of a war that resulted in the deaths of many. The result, in doing so, has caused their celebrations to result in a night of large-scale breaches of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, which was even defended by their country's Minister. Something that McGonagall thought was both reckless and wrong in many ways. As for Dumbledore, well, he found it a bit acceptable due to the circumstances of a war like this. Since the man who- no, the thing which had lost its humanity and had caused this war in the first place deserved the fate that they got.
A thought that came to Dumbledore's mind very frequently. Despite the war only freshly ending just yesterday, on the 31st of October.
Even still, he had his concerns revolving around what happened that night on the last day of October. Something for which he would investigate with both great care and great discretion.
"Now, with that being said, I would like to know, are the rumors true, Albus? The ones about both James...and Lily Potter?" asks McGonagall, now sounding more concerned for the latter of the two.
Which, of course, made Dumbledore let out a long sigh before he had to give McGonagall the answer.
"I'm afraid so, Professor." begins Dumbledore before continuing further. "Both James and Lily Potter are dead. Slain at the hands of Voldemort," says Dumbledore, bowing his head in the process.
While at the same time causing McGonagall to let out a gasp. Her shock had won out against the need to flinch upon hearing the last name, as tears began to start forming in her eyes at hearing this tragic news.
"James and Lily...I can't believe it…I didn't want to believe it...Oh, Albus, they truly are gone." says McGonagall, holding her hands to her mouth as the tears came down her cheeks.
Dumbledore moved close to reach out and pat her on the shoulder as he spoke.
"I know...I know…" says Dumbledore, speaking heavily, as the only thing he could do was comfort her in this moment.
"It's...it's just…I will never see them again," says McGonagall as she trembles while softly sobbing. "Especially Lily...I'll...I will never see her again." says McGonagall, her voice trembling even more.
Not even bothering to attempt to hold back her tears of grief any longer for the woman she was talking about.
Something for which Dumbledore could understand, as it seemed that McGonagall didn't want to accept the rumors were true. Though, as of now, upon hearing the words come from Dumbledore, she now finds it harder to even accept that Lily is gone. As Dumbledore came to realize well enough that McGonagall herself treated Lily Potter as if she were her very own granddaughter, in a sense of speaking.
It was no secret to anyone, especially Dumbledore, that even though McGonagall considered both of them her all-time favorites. Lily held the more special spot in her heart for years. Something that was proven later as fact further by the relationship they had into Lily's adulthood, even after Lily had graduated from Hogwarts. So for McGonagall to hear that the young woman she cared about so much was no longer with the living seemed to only bring about rightfully found sorrow in her wake.
"I know…" begins Dumbledore, trailingly speaking with the same words in comfort. "Though not all is lost. The boy still lives," says Dumbledore, revealing this bit of information to McGonagall.
Letting this sink into her mind as she calmed down a bit upon hearing this from the man. Speaking only after she was able to dry her eyes.
"The boy? Do you mean little Harry? Their son?" asks McGonagall with hope present in her voice as Dumbledore nods.
"Yes, alive and well at that," says Dumbledore, giving even further confirmation. "Hagrid is on his way. Bringing him here to us as we speak," says Dumbledore, speaking further to reveal this bit of information to the witch.
Directly causing a bit of confusion for McGonagall upon hearing this from the man. Before coming to a quick conclusion with her eyes widening just a bit.
"Albus, you...you cannot mean to place him here! Of all the places you had to choose, it had to be here with them?" asks McGonagall in a growling tone that now expressed her disgust for who she was speaking about.
"I have to Professor McGonagall, it's for the best at the moment. Until we can find better arrangements for him," says Dumbledore with a calm tone of voice, as his expression was that of a small frown.
"So, you would condemn him to live with these...these people until he can come to Hogwarts? They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable," asks McGonagall with narrowed eyes, sounding very displeased with her colleague.
"I've condemned no one, Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore before continuing. "As there is more to the situation on why he is being placed here. Alongside that, we still have a lot of work ahead of us to restore the damage from this war. So I will say it once again that this is the best that we can do for now." says Dumbledore, being steadfast on the topic.
"This isn't the best place for Harry to live, even with the blood wards. This place, at best, will be something akin to prison for him if he isn't rebellious when he's older, and you know it," says McGonagall, speaking with a more focused and serious expression on her face.
"I know nothing of the sort," says Dumbledore, being short with his answer.
"Just how you know nothing of Lily's sister, Petunia being nothing but an unprincipled, spiteful, cruel, and jealous little creature of a woman," says McGonagall, responding with a fact of her own, as the disgust and distaste came rolling off her tongue.
"We have no choice, Minerva," says Dumbledore with a more hardened expression accompanied by his voice being raised just a bit, as he sounded more adamant on the decision.
"There is always a choice, Albus!" says McGonagall, raising her voice in return but a bit louder.
Only for silence to reign over the two of them for a few seconds. Giving themselves a bit of time to calm down.
Before McGonagall spoke once again to stop Dumbledore from having a chance to do so first on his part.
"I have stood at your side for many years, Albus. Years." begins McGonagall, emphasizing how long she had known the man. "And in all this time, I have never had to display such protests and objections so adamantly until now," says McGonagall, leaving Albus silent as he listened. "I will not stand by, bite my tongue, and allow you to let Harry grow up without even learning about our world or any sense of being around magic when it is his right," says McGonagall with finality in her voice.
"He won't be ignorant of our world, just placed away from it for a few years," says Dumbledore, speaking calmly once more.
"They are both one and the same. How is that any different?" asks McGonagall, sounding surprised by such an answer.
"I am performing my sworn duty as the leader of the Order." begins Dumbledore, deciding to make his other reason for doing so. "By placing Harry with his relatives, he'll be safe and kept from harm," says Dumbledore, speaking with a nod of self-agreement for both his words and actions.
"No, don't use words like "sworn duty" with me, Albus, not when it comes to an infant-like Harry," says McGonagall, her eyes now narrowing. "Especially when we both know he won't be entirely safe here with these people and only will be to a small extent," says McGonagall, not even bothering to allow any form of sugarcoating.
"No, he'll be safe and kept from harm," says Dumbledore, a bit more firmly, his warm tone disappearing to become hard as cold steel.
Inducing another bout of silence to reign in over the two once more. Driving McGonagall to let out a sigh of exasperation before she decided to take another route.
"Even if he is safe and kept from harm like you say he will be." begins McGonagall with the doubt clear in her tone of voice on that front. "How do you think the Ministry or the Wizarding world, for that matter, will react when they find out Harry wasn't properly educated?" asks McGonagall, throwing out this possibility with open arms. "They won't be looking at me, Albus, but you. As it was your decision to place Harry here with Petunia, considering I've been objecting to the act," says McGonagall, pointing this out while reminding Dumbledore of her feelings on the matter.
"I am well aware of this if it should come to that," says Dumbledore, nodding his head with a calm tone.
"What happens when the Ministry comes crashing down on you like they've done so many times in the past?" asks McGonagall, continuing to speak. "How will you slip out of it all? How will you be able to get out of a fight on multiple fronts?" asks McGonagall, speaking with an expression filled with doubt about how Dumbledore could do it. "The Wizengamot...? The British Minister of Magic...? The DMLE? Whose willing to come after anyone, popular or otherwise, even the Minister himself." says McGonagall, finishing her point on who would be coming at him.
"What happens if I agree to a compromise with you?" asks Dumbledore, deciding to see where this would go if he agreed to do so.
"You'll continue to keep me at your side," says McGonagall in haste, speaking with firmness in her voice.
Yielding Dumbledore to look at McGonagall for a few moments. Shock clearly present in both his eyes and facial expression for only a mere moment.
The reason for this is that Dumbledore never expected to hear this at all from McGonagall. Due in part mainly to the fact that they both not only knew each other for most of their lives because of their work but also because they had developed a foundation built on enduring mutual esteem, which came next to a very close friendship over time. Something that has lasted for a rather long duration of time now.
So, to see all of that at risk due to their discussion about Harry's place of living for the next few years had brought some very warranted shock. Minerva McGonagall was one of the few people he could very much rely on, which is why Dumbledore decided to keep his mouth shut and continue listening to what she had to say.
"I know I won't be able to change your mind on placing Harry somewhere else." begins McGonagall, making the wizard aware that she knew this. "So instead, I'll continue helping you as best I can. Only if you help Harry discreetly learn everything about both magic and the ways of our world so that he does not walk in blind," says McGonagall in a calm tone of voice while making her soft demands known.
"Done," says Dumbledore with an immediate answer, agreeing to McGonagall's soft demands on the spot.
A quick agreement of terms for which surprises even McGonagall in turn as he continued speaking.
"As he grows up and when he first conjures accidental magic, Harry will get our help. He'll be prepared. I'll allow you even to help Harry prepare for our world, but only from a distance for the time being." says Dumbledore, speaking to laying out how he wants it done, as he puts emphasis on the part about keeping her distance. "And in return, you will continue to help me as best you can, as always. Considering I will need your help now more than ever," says Dumbledore, deciding to also make what he wants from all of this clear.
All whilst McGonagall leaned back in silence, as she knew Dumbledore would want something from all of this. Yet on the other hand, she was not surprised and was satisfied Harry would be getting the necessary help that he would surely need.
"You have my word," says McGonagall with a nod to the man before her.
"And you have mine," says Dumbledore, returning the same courtesy to the witch with a nod of his own.
Allowing for the both of them to now continue walking towards the house that they were originally there for.
"Now, with that out of the way, how is Harry getting here?" asks McGonagall, while at the same time eyeing Dumbledore's cloak, making the man let out a small chuckle.
"I'm truthfully quite unsure myself, Professor," says Dumbledore with a small smile as he gives her his answer.
"Then do you truly think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" asks McGonagall, sounding slightly worried about this.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," says Dumbledore, fully confident in the individual bringing Harry.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," begins McGonagall grudgingly. "But you can pretend that he's not careless. He does tend to…what is that?" asks McGonagall, abruptly changing the subject concerning the individual in question.
Which had come about as a result of hearing the sound of low rumbling break the silence around herself and Dumbledore, only for it to grow steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of headlights. Before, the sound of the rumbling swelled to a roar as they both looked up to the sky. Now, looking to see a huge motorcycle descending out of the air before safely landing on the ground in front of them. And if the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man sitting astride it.
He was almost twice as tall as a normal person and at least five times as wide, which gave off the appearance of simply being too big to be allowed. Owning wild, long tangles of bushy black hair and a beard that hid most of his face. His hands, on the other hand, looked to be the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.
Though beyond this, in his vast, muscular arms, he was holding a small bundle of blankets.
"Hagrid, at last," says Dumbledore, greeting the man.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall," says Hagrid, greeting the two as he exited the motorcycle.
"Exactly where did you get that motorcycle?" asks McGonagall, curious where the man got it from.
"Borrowed it, Professor McGonagall, ma'am." begins Hagrid as he starts walking over to the two. "Young Sirius Black lent it ter me," says Hagrid, being a bit clearer with his answer.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" asks Dumbledore.
"No, sir. The house was almost destroyed, but I got 'im out all righ' before the Muggles started swarmin' around," says Hagrid, explaining this as he began to hand over the bundle. "He fell asleep jus as we were flying over Bristol. So I tried not ter wake 'im," says Hagrid, as he finally let the bundle out of his hands upon handing it over to Dumbledore.
As the two Professors looked over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously sharp cut, like a bolt of lightning, which surprised McGonagall upon seeing it.
"Is that where...?" asks McGonagall in a whisper
"Yes," says Dumbledore, answering the trailed-off question before continuing. "He'll have that scar forever," says Dumbledore, looking over it a bit more.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Albus?" asks McGonagall while looking over Harry's sleeping form.
"Even if I could, I wouldn't," says Dumbledore, admitting this. "Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground," says Dumbledore, speaking about his scar, confusing McGonagall a bit as the man turned to Hagrid. "Well, Hagrid, would you like to say your goodbyes?" asks Dumbledore, only to be met with Hagrid shaking his head.
"No, sir. I already said mine ter 'im, as we touched the ground," says Hagrid, speaking with a sigh, causing Dumbledore to nod.
"I would like to hold him," says McGonagall with her hands out, making Dumbledore look over with a nod before speaking.
"Very well," says Dumbledore before moving to hand Harry over.
As McGonagall graciously accepts the bundle. Now, looking over the boy a bit more with watery eyes.
She went to walk with the boy in her arms, with Dumbledore a step behind her. Stepping over the low garden wall and walking up to the front door.
"You know I still don't approve of leaving Harry here with them, right, Albus?" asks McGonagall, as her voice is low and calm.
"So you've reminded me," says Dumbledore with a nod, still believing his stance on the matter.
"And will continue to do so...that much is certain," says McGonagall, her voice trembling momentarily as she sniffled a bit. "He'll be famous, you know? There won't be a single child in our world who doesn't know his name," says McGonagall, admitting a fact that would surely come to pass.
"Exactly," says Dumbledore in a quick but calm manner. "He's far better off growing up away from all that for now. Which is why he must be prepared, just like you wanted," says Dumbledore, reminding the witch that not all was lost.
McGonagall said nothing in return; instead, she just nodded before kissing Harry's forehead and holding him close one last time. Before gently laying Harry down on the doorstep. But not before applying magic that would keep him warm in the chilly air of the night. Meanwhile, Dumbledore took out a letter from his cloak and went to tuck it inside Harry's blankets. Now, walking away with McGonagall to stand near Hagrid.
Glimpsing over the small bundle for a few moments, Hagrid's shoulders shook. Professor McGonagall's eyes blinked furiously to stop her tears from falling, as she still didn't want to leave the boy with his relatives. As for Dumbledore, the light that usually shone in his eyes had seemed to go out.
"Well, that's that." begins Dumbledore, finally speaking again. "We should leave now. We've no business staying here any longer. Might as well go and join in on the celebrations." says Dumbledore, turning his body to walk away.
"Yeah, I'd bes' get this bike away too," says Hagrid as he went to get back on it. "G'night, Professor McGonagall...Professor Dumbledore, sir," says Hagrid as he wipes away the tears in his eyes.
"There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all," says Dumbledore, trying to cheer the man up.
As Hagrid nodded before finally kicking the engine to life, it rose into the air and off into the night. Leaving Dumbledore and McGonagall alone on the street once again, as they had not that long ago.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," says Dumbledore whilst he went on to nod to her.
Making McGonagall nod in reply as she went on to blow her nose. Making her move to walk away and disappear into the night, but not before looking back at the bundle of Harry one last time with a thought of her own.
'Don't worry, Lily. I'll watch over him as best I can. That much, I promise you.' thought McGonagall as she turned to leave.
Now gone from sight, Dumbledore himself walked back down the street.
He stopped at the corner and took out the Put-Outer. Clicking it once more, twelve balls of light sped back to their original street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed with sudden orange. Allowing Dumbledore to make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. Only to turn to just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four one last time.
"Good luck, Harry," says Dumbledore, murmuring one last time.
Before deciding to walk himself back through the tree line again, but not before speaking one word.
"Fawkes," says Dumbledore, speaking once by calling out into the night.
Which led to a large bird of crimson feathers and a golden tail as long as a peacock's own coming swooping down to fly close to him. As the bird was roughly the size of a swan. With its claws and beak gleaming gold, with the latter being long, as its eyes were black. The scarlet body of feathers glowed faintly in the darkness, while the golden tail feathers seemed hot to the touch.
This was Albus Dumbledore's pet and familiar in the form of a Phoenix named Fawkes.
"My old friend, I'm gonna need your help more than ever." begins Dumbledore, getting straight to the point. "As Harry grows, I would like you to assist in helping him from a distance when I nor Professor McGonagall have time to do so. Do what you can, but don't let yourself be seen by anyone," says Dumbledore, giving his orders to the Phoenix.
Who, in turn, listened intently and nodded through it all. Before deciding to disappear in a small flash of flame.
Now, leaving Dumbledore to walk alone once again as he was thinking over his decision to leave Harry with his relatives here at Privet Drive. Mulling over all the words Professor McGonagall spoke and how strongly she protested the choice.
She defended Harry like a lioness to her cubs, just as she was with James and Lily. Mainly of Lily when she was alive and now of Harry, the young woman's son. Which is why he had one thought on the matter.
'I hope I'm making the right choice here. Just please, for once, let this be the right choice I make.' thought Dumbledore, seeming a bit worried. 'I didn't trust the Wizengamot with where Harry should go. Nor do I trust that all the Death Eaters will be rounded up and placed in Azkaban. And to make matters worse, the one place where he's truly safe had to be with Lily's magic-hating sister.' thought Dumbledore, mulling over his reasons as he sighed with both stress and exasperation.
He stopped once again to look up to the sky with a calm expression on his face. As the wind blew, the leaves tousled and turned in the night's cold air. Allowing Dumbledore to have one final thought.
'Right now, there is just too much of a grey area to be certain of anything. So the best we can do is prepare.' thought Dumbledore, his expression becoming calmly serious as his thought process had now calmed in the same manner by just a bit.
The older gentleman's steps became determined as he went out of sight before disappearing altogether. Upon his departure, a breeze ruffled the trees at the edge of the road, alongside the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky.
The very place most individuals would never expect astonishing things to transpire at.
Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up with one of his small hands latched on the letter beside him as he slept on peacefully. Blissfully unaware, not knowing yet that he was special.
Not yet knowing how famous he was or that he came from a strong bloodline in both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds.
Not yet knowing that he would be woken in a few hours by his Aunt as she came to open the door to put out the empty milk bottles. Never know that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pestered by his cousin, Dudley…
He wouldn't know for some time that, at this very moment, people were meeting in secret.
All over the country were people holding up their glasses, some drinking secret toast to his health. Many others, on the other hand, holding up their glasses in secret too and saying in hushed voices:
"To Hadriānus James Leo Aquila Ophiuchus Karkínos Linfred Aurelius Sāturnus Potter a.k.a. Hadrian or Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived!"
My tale begins as all legendary tales do…
...small...
...but with a promise.
Allowing room for growth and much to be gained all the same.
As all tales of heroes begin like so…
Though I like to think of myself not as a hero…
...but as more so just someone in the middle trying to do the right thing.
Doing everything within my power to ensure others that I care about do not suffer...
And to destroy those who only want to ensure further suffering.
Hence why I am a hunter.
Hence why I have the blood of hunters and warriors flowing through my veins.
After all…
I am...
- The Blood of the Lion -