Potter, Harry James

[Harry Potter]

Harry James Potter

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we'll find it someday, a way back home
and love will reclaim what shadows stole
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i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook

Full Name: Harry James Potter
Nicknames: The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, Potty, Anything derogatory
Gender: Male
Birthdate/Age: July 31st, 1980
Blood Status: Halfblood (muggleborn mother)
Sexuality: Straight
Wand: 11' holly, phoenix feather core
Pet: A snowy owl named Hedwig. He received her prior to going to Hogwarts and has had her as a loyal companion ever since. Often he has to keep her caged just as he is when at 'home'. She has her very own sarcastic wit to her that often are exemplified by little acts of refusal to do tasks unless given proper respect.
House: Gryffindor
Occupation: n/a

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i'm a gryffindor, i'll fly with my friends
We'll never back down, and fight to the end

Playby: Daniel Radcliffe
Hair: messy and dark, parts sticking out at different angles. it is entirely too difficult to manage much and barely gets cut. it grew to it's longest his fourth year and it's shortest the following year, but this year he hasn't had time to give much care to his hair and simply let's it grow at it's own will.
Eyes: emerald green that are the same shape and hue of his late mother's. often enough people that are of the age where they knew his mother relate his eyes as being the same as her's where as his other features reflect his father.
Height/Weight: 5'7/128
Distinguishing Marks: lightning bolt scar on forehead, scar from Voldemort's return on forearm, numerous others over the years
Build: Skinny, attesting to much of Molly Weasley's concern. He is often starved over the summers for very long periods of time. Once his only food was what was given to him as sweets from his friends through the post. He isn't a picky eater by any regards, food is food and that means he'll eat that day which he'll never be against. He isn't the tallest because of the early malnutrition nor does he have a strong build. He is internally stronger more than externally. His smaller frame does make for him being a quicker seeker than most.
Style: casual and hand-me-downs from his cousin dudley, usually wears converse shoes, blue shirts, track jackets, and jeans as it's the most comfortable for him. other times he is simply in his school uniform or his quidditch gear for practice and games. he has never much cared for how he appears around people. the only time it ever became something to consider was around Cho Chang; times have changed and he is back to being careless.

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i'm a slytherin, the house of the snake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake

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Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Best Memory: Times with his parents in his infancy prior to their death. Often he remembers these times whether it be dreams or when something occurs that triggers it.
Mirror of Erised: To be with his parents once more. It's impossible of course but it's something he can't let go of nor does he want to at all. Like a truth he can never confront or truly accept as a fact.
Patronus: stag, originated by thoughts of happiness on his part. Ranges from a memory of laughter with his parents as an infant, times spent with Ron and Hermione, and as of late memories with a certain red head that has caught his attention.
Boggart: A dementor. His third year brought about this issue, making him recall horrific thoughts to the point that he would pass out. It was helpless, and the year before in fending them off but getting no congratulations for the feat did it's damage as well. It has caused him to think his fear is irrational and that no one else sees it as such a big deal.
Dementor: Hearing his mother's scream when she was murdered. It is a sound of complete and utter pain that he can't remember the image of but only the haunting sound behind it.
Veritaserum: Has feelings for Ginny Weasley/doesn't have any idea how he could possibly ever defeat Voldemort. He has the determination to give it a try but as far as ever doing it short of the killing curse he isn't positive how it can be done.
Personality: FRIENDS: Harry has always been towards high value of friendship. They take heightened importance in loo of his family which he had lost. He cherishes friendship to a point where he'd do anything for his friends, even at the cost of his own life. Lately, however, he has begun to take protection of loved ones even more seriously with Cedric Diggoy and Sirius Black's deaths still recent for him. He knows that untimely death for loved ones is possible and he would do anything to keep that from befalling those he holds dear.

ENEMIES: Only few can fit into this category and most lie within major groups that conjure up the newest development in Harry's personality; the ability to hate. It started for the Ministry of Magic with his expulsion his fifth year. It's starting to die down more this year. One of his major enemies is Draco Malfoy. That boy always made it his ultimate goal to get to Harry in any way possible. One of the biggest enemies of his is Hogwarts's very own Professor Serverus Snape. That man had been out to get Harry since day one for reasons he doesn't know. At 'home' he had more enemies in the family the Dursleys. The way they treat him is lower than a common servant. His ultimate enemies were within the group known as Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew were two members he could easily identify. Bellatrix Lestrange was a large fold of his hatred. She killed Sirius and she tortured Neville parents. It was more personal than ever, his hate for her. They used to strike fear into Harry, the memories of them in ordinance with Lord Voldemort, watching the torment unfold before them.They enjoyed it, they were in service of the Dark Lord, the enemy that Harry couldn't imagine facing without defeat.


LOVERS: Love wasn't much on Harry's mind from the start, although its tangle with his life was wound tighter than a steel coil. He always understood familial love, he only thought that was what he was capable of. Not until recently had he noticed changes. Two years ago he saw her clearly, Cho Chang. She was the girl of his dreams and she made him nervous all of the time. It wasn't until later that he could even muster the courage to stutter a word to her. The death of Cedric, her boyfriend at the time, led to a halt on his advances (or lack there of). The next year however he had a feeling she might actually think of him in a different way than before, was it her thinking he was the cause of Cedric's death and that he should be at fault? Or did she think he was honest and actually develop feelings for him? No matter which he was assured that he cared for that girl. They kissed briefly, and the dated for an even shorter period. He has come to find himself attracted to Ginny Weasley this year, which doesn't bold well with her being Ron's sister as well as part of the family that trusts him with undying affection.

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i'm a hufflepuff, we're true to the end.
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends

Father: James Potter, 21, order of the phoenix, pureblood (deceased)
James Potter lived the dream by all regards. A top tier student, the most popular around the school, good looking, talented athlete, and his last year got him the perfect girlfriend as well. He was an animagus with the form of a stag in order to help his friend keep safe in his times of trouble. He was a kind soul hidden behind a superiority complex that only shattered in his last few years. By all means Hogwarts changed him from a cocky youth into a man that learned morals and what was right and wrong. Even going as far as to reflect on his own past and realize his mistakes while only being twenty-one years old. He fought in the First Wizarding War and escaped Voldemort's own grasp multiple times. He was killed on Halloween 1981, trying to hold off Voldemort from his family without a wand.
Mother: Lily Potter, 21, order of the phoenix, muggleborn (deceased)
Lily Potter was born into a muggle family, the younger sister to a very jealous girl named Petunia that would in the future be her son's guardian. From the start Lily was skilled with magic, but hadn't the most knowledge on what she was doing being a muggle. Severus Snape had given her information on the magical world, the two becoming friends over this bond. At Hogwarts she couldn't stand James Potter and his best mate Sirius Black. She hated watching them parade around the school with their other two friends, Peter Pettigrew who disgusted her and Remus Lupin who she considered to be sweet when not running around with the others. After a very defining moment their fifth year Lily immediately stopped her friendship with Severus Snape and avoided him for the remainder of her short life. In that she found that she wasn't the only one changed by that moment and saw that James Potter actually showed that he had something more to him. They fell in love when he took down his wall of arrogance and started to simply be himself around her. They were married right after school finished, joined the Order of the Phoenix, and eluded Lord Voldemort multiple times. She died on Halloween 1981 in Harry, their son's, room. She was the last form of protection and also the reason that Harry is still alive.
Siblings: n/a
Others: Sirius Black, late 30's, order of the phoenix, pureblood (deceased)
Sirius Black was Harry's godfather. Ever since his first year at Hogwarts he was best mates with James Potter, the two of them were inseparable and they even added more to their ranks. Where James fell into the cocky leader position, Sirius took on the dangerous rebel, Remus Lupin the intelligent variety of the group, and lastly the toady in the form of Peter Pettigrew. They were The Marauders and their seven years weren't anything else but legendary. After school Sirius was all for joining the Order as well, fighting on the front lines for the most part. He turned over secret keeping to Peter Pettigrew and was framed for murder by him. He spent almost thirteen years in Azkaban before he finally escaped. He reunited with Harry at the end of the year but was still a fugitive. The year prior marked his death after a heroic act of bravery to save Dumbledore's Army as well as intervene in the Death Eater's actions.
Hometown: Godric's Hollow, the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor and the location of where Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter on October 31st, 1981
Current Residence: Little Whinging, Surrey. Here Harry lives with his Aunt Petunia (Lily's sister), Uncle Vernon, and portly cousin Dudley
History: Who am I? Do you really want to know? My story is not one for the faint of heart...actually, I've been rather surprised by it myself. There was a man named Tom Riddle, he is a murderer. He killed many people, including my parents. He tried to kill me but I, for reasons I found out last year, survived. My mother, Lily Potter, she gave herself in sacrifice for me. Her love saved my life. From that moment I attained this scar on my forehead and I suppose the rest is kind of spread around.

I lived my first eleven years blind to the world, confused and misunderstood. I was locked away in a cupboard beneath the stairs, fed once a day. I used to rejoice for the weekends because I got to eat twice, they'd give me a sliver of my favorite desert, treacle tart. Of course Dudley, my cousin, got the whole damn tin...which, if he was STILL hungry, he'd take my sliver for his own. Weird things started to happen to me. I didn't know at the time that I had magical powers. We went to the zoo and there I saw one, a serpent. Dudley was leaning on the glass so closely, but I didn't notice that at first. I saw the sign "Native of Brazil, bred in captivity'. I knew what it was like, to be captive against my will. So I thought about it, I thought about it so hard. I thought about being free, I thought about freeing him and the glass suddenly vanished. Dudley fell in. He splashed about like a pig in a tar-pit. The serpent thanked me and I, in turn, told him he didn't have to mention it. I didn't know I was a parselmouth at that moment.

As my eleventh birthday neared my life changed drastically. I thought for the longest time that it was for the worst, but it was all for more than the best. Through the mail slot it arrived, my Hogwarts acceptance letter. The scent of fresh parchment radiating off of it...the fine creased edges. It was all too wonderful to accept at first. But, my uncle Vernon snatched it from my grasp without a second look. Over the next few days the story was the same. More letters poured in endlessly. Outside owls were waiting, a swarm was about us as they surrounded us. Never before had I seen anything like it, owls everywhere!

Then uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia hit their boiling point, the letters flooded in through the chimney and they couldn't take how 'taxing' it was for them. I didn't understand why they were working so hard to keep me away from whatever was in those letters. I barely read one and it was taken from me. We fled to a hotel, the Railview hotel where we recieved yet another letter. In his rage, Uncle Vernon led us to a random shack in the middle of nowhere that I had never even imagined to have existed. That is where I spent my night, the night before I turned eleven. As I wished myself a happy birthday at the stroke of midnight a knock was heard. Uncle Vernon was battle ready with his shotgun, parading to the door when I met my first magical friend, Hagrid. I learned it all that day, I was a wizard, Lord Voldemort killed my parents, I survived, I was going to wizarding school, and I wasn't just Harry as I always thought.

Birthday cake, crooked up guns, and pig tails later I had my first trip to the Leaky Cauldron. There I was properly introduced to Tom, then shown a odd brick wall. I watched the half-giant man tap the wall next to me as before me the world of magic opened widely. It was the welcome that exceeded my expectations. Things kept moving from there; I had everything I needed, a wand, an owl, my books. It was all so surreal and happening so fast. Before I knew it we were at Gringotts and I got to see my inheritance. I was surprised to see it all fit in one room, the stacks of it stood larger than I did. Then I watched Hagrid head to a different vault, it was so mysterious but I was still too mesmerized by all I had seen earlier to care all that much.

From that moment months passed like hours. Before I knew it I met my first friend my age, Ronald Weasley. I saw a good part of his family that day as well. Percy, a incomparably egotistical elitist, Fred and George, who at the time were even harder to tell apart than these days, his mother Molly Weasley who from the first sentence she uttered I could tell she was suffocatingly motherly (which I don't really mind at all), and of course Ginny Weasley. That girl, if at that time I knew that I...*ahem*...anyway I boarded the train and sat alone for a moment before the red-haired boy from earlier, Ron, looked to me with uncertainty all over. He looked out of place, as though no one let him sit with them. Which he added to be true as soon as he began to speak. Moments later, I don't know if I was desperate for a friend or if it was nature or destiny calling, I bought candy for us all and filled the room. We talked and talked after his initial shock at finding out who I was. He tried to show me a little prank his brothers showed him, they obviously wanted to embarrass him. That was where we met the last piece in our puzzle. Hermione Granger. Her first words to us exemplified how things would be; correcting Ron almost endlessly and supplying information.


The sorting came first, right after meeting the prat himself, Draco Malfoy, for the third time since Madam Malkin's and his offer on the Hogwarts Express, then seeing Neville Longbottom show that he wasn't the most orderly of our lot (he's really changed since then). The sorting was rather fast, all until it came to me. The room didn't seem as loud and I saw Professor Dumbledore sit up slightly. I battled the hat with my chants. All I wanted was anything, as long as it was 'Not Slytherin'. When i heard the most wonderful sound bellow, Gryffindor, I felt my heart leap. It was the place I belonged. I didn't want power, or greatness, just to be happy and meet people. I suppose the heroic quality in my kept me from going to Hufflepuff.

The days passed by, first lessons going fast. Learned to fly, made the Quidditch team as the youngest seeker, formed my...disliking of Snape, enjoyed Hedwig's company, all of the basics mostly. But then, one night, after adventuring when Christmas passed: I found the mirror of erised. I attained my fathers cloak of invisibility for Christmas and it helped me find it. I looked into it deeply and I saw my parents with me. I hurried and brought Ron. I still don't know what he truly saw, but he still grins about it to this day. Personally I believe he was a Quidditch champion with a certain curly-haired bookwork planting one on him. But, I digress. Oh how could I forget about Fluffy, I never was so scared! It was a while before, but we screamed as we ran. I suppose that Hermione was right, It really would've been horrible if we had been expelled.

The whole of the while I thought Snape was doing it, I thought he was the one trying to kill me. But it turned out to be Quirrel. Later on I faced him, I recieved the philosopher's stone and I returned it to Professor Dumbledore. I'll never forget that moment where he ate an earwax flavored jellybean.

The next year didn't go so well at first. A house-elf Dobby was ruining my already downcast life. It was horrible to say the least. He got me locked in my room, from which Ron, George, and Fred rescued me from. Ginny was odd then, she came down the stairs and backed away just as quickly, yet it was slow at first. It was rather weird to see. I still don't get what that was about. Dobby interfered in my life once more, making it incapable for me to make passage in an effort to keep me from school. Ron fell to this as well. He hatched an idea however. We went by car and found ourselves in some...well...trouble in many places. Eventually we made it back though, with heavy detentions and all. Dobby kept messing with me though, during the Quidditch match he sent a rogue Bludger to get me. We won because I caught the snitch like the year before but it broke my arm. Then, the 'wonderful' new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher came up. Gilderoy Lockhart. He's batty now isn't he? I'll save you the basilisk attack as well as the whole Aragog encounter. I think Ron would squirm somewhere at me even mentioning it. Anyway, we took batty ol' Gilderoy with us when Hermione was petrified, she's muggle-born so as you know..., we went to the Chamber and there, after getting separated from Ron and Lockhart, I found Ginny with Tom Riddle's diary. No no, don't be all surprised or gasp, yes Voldemort's diary. Don't make a thing of it. I fought the basilisk, I stabbed it with the sword of Gryffindor. Then I killed the diary with the fang of the basilisk. Tom Riddle's ghost possessed Ginny no more and we escaped in the hold of Fawkes.

The next year, however, was turbulent. Ron and I had a front against Hermione. She was in all of these classes and had a little attitude...although in retrospect I can see how we were a bit pushy towards her. Divination was a joke, Defense Against the Dark Arts was magnificent, and of course...dementors...word had spread around about the 'notorious Sirius Black' escaping and being after me. I found the truth in Professor Lupin, finding that he was close friends with my father and finding that he was in a group with Sirius, Wormtail, and my father. As their map displayed, they were the Marauders. I summoned a full grown patronus and defeated a sea of dementors, okay maybe not a sea...but a lot of them. Hermione and I freed Sirius and he headed off with Buckbeak, freshly saved from execution (the both of them)

You of course know of my fourth year. You slandered that before. This time get the facts straight okay? Hermione and I weren't an item at all! In fact, things looked rather close between Hermione and Ron in their arguing. I never noticed it before that day, the Yule Ball. Yes, I did want to go with Cho Chang, Cedric's girlfriend at the time. But it was okay...sure I didn't have any fun and Ron and I sat in shame watching our girls have the time of their lives. The trials were the major thing, though. I defeated a dragon, rescued Ron and Gabrielle from danger (or so I thought at the time), and conquered the sphinx and maze, completing it alongside Cedric for Hogwarts's victory. But, it was for naught. It was a portkey that took us to a graveyard, one for Tom Riddle. Cedric was killed by Wormtail, using Voldemort's wand...and Voldemort was risen again with his father's bone, Wormtail's offering, and my blood. He taunted me, toyed with me and explained why he couldn't touch me before but now could. I dodged him for a while before facing him, our wands locked in Priori Incatantatem. I saw the old tavern man, Cedric, and my parents. Cedric told me to bring his body back to his father, and my parents helped me escape. I brought him back, Cedric, and we found out the man masquerading as Mad-eye was actually Barty Crouch Jr. Before we could get his testimony by veritaserum that Voldemort indeed returned, Fudge allowed him to get the dementor's kiss...leading to his death.

Um, fifth year. I wasn't that big of a fan with the world calling me a liar. You can imagine my distaste with such a prospect. It was my O.W.L year, I already had enough on my plate without Umbridge on me as well. Her detentions were painful, I didn't get to see Ron's first trial for Quidditch but I was delighted to see him on the team. We, of course, got 'banned' from Quidditch. Fred, George, and I weren't pleased by this at all. Ginny took my place, however. Hermione entertained the idea, that year, to start up a group to properly teach defense against the dark arts. Ginny coined the name Dumbledore's Army, we were brilliant, but we were shut down by Umbridge..leading to Dumbledore fleeing and things taking a turn. I had never been so angry for a whole school year in my life. Started the year in a trial, ended it with losing my Godfather...I had a fine group of friends though. Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Cho Chang joined the roster of Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I. We became close, not so much Cho with the others. We...well...she was my first kiss, and sorta girlfriend for a short...very brief period. You of course know already that Voldemort has returned, it was proven and undeniable. No one could battle Professor Dumbledore and I on it any longer, we were right. I had quite the number of shouts with Dumbledore over my...Godfather's death, but that's all in it's own place. I learned of the prophecy, of what I must do and how I must win for the sake of us all. This burden I'll bear if it means no one would be killed, not another child orphaned, by that common and glorified murderer.

So, here I am, another year coming up and this summer made for the most strange entrance into a year I've had...wait, no, it was typical now I think of it. Dumbledore escorted me, I met the twisted man that is Horace Slughorn, and got news that there was more afoot than I could've guessed this year round. Especially with the deranged death eaters on the loose and Malfoy skulking about weirdly...this year is going to be different, very different. On the bright side I'm captain of the Quidditch team, a member of this...Slug Club thing, and according to McGonagall I can still be in line to become and Auror if I take....advanced potions.

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so who are we fighting for? gryffindor, givin' it all for the red and gold!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!

Name: banana
Time Zone: eastern
RP Experience: for an embarrassingly long time
How Did You Find Us?: I searched my soul for you my love
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all my examples are on erased sites -_- just take my word for it, I'm amazing

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