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Harry Potter
Boy-Who-Lived
Man-Who-Conquered
Boy
Freak
Demon
Devil Spawn
Golden Boy
Budding Dark Lord
Saviour of the Wizarding World
All my life I have been called by many names. You will also find many people who will claim to know me, claim to be my friends. It is all a lie. I have only two friends. Not even they know the real me. Not even I know the real me. What you can see is all a carefully constructed lie by the great and I-Can’t-Do-Any-Bad-as-all-I-do-is-for-the-Greater-Good Albus-too-many-names-Dumblewhore, uh I mean Dumbledore.
All I ever wanted to be was just Harry, but alas that was not meant to be. My dear loving and caring perfectly normal family members call me Freak, Boy, Demon, or Devil Spawn. The Wizarding World knows me as the Boy Who Lived, The Man Who Conquered and the Golden Boy of Albus Dumblewhore, uh Dumbledore. To them I am a budding Dark Lord one moment and their Saviour another. My ‘friends’ think of me as Harry Potter - their ticket to fame and riches. To Dumbles, I am the perfect weapon and to my father, I was just an attention seeking brat who is a good-for-nothing waste of his time, energy and resources. But not Harry, never Harry.
*FLASHBACK*
I have finally defeated Voldemort, and paid my dues to the Wizarding World for taking me in and to all the people who have sacrificed their lives for me. But there is still a lingering hollowness in my soul since the loss of the horcrux back in the battle of Hogwarts. I think that I can finally go to the place it all started and finally connect to my parents and know more about the place where I was really a child.
<At Godric’s Hollow>
“This is the place where I used to live with my parents and was Happy.” With that said, I entered the house to see my parents’ belongings. There were photos depicting us as a happy little family. My parents were smiling at the camera and at me. I was a giggling little baby once. My attention went to a little chest stowed away in my parent’s room. It, oddly enough, seemed to be calling me towards itself.
So, naturally, I opened it to check it out. What I found there was very shocking. It shook my whole world and yet it gave me a tiny sliver of hope to have a family of my own.
*************************** The Letter ***************************
My dear Haraldr,
If you are reading this, then it means that James and I are dead. In which case I hope that you have had a happy life. I am writing this in case we are dead before we can tell you about your biological father. You have to understand that these are tough times. Before I and James got married, we went through a brief phase of separation. One day your biological father and I were drunk and, well, it just happened. We later found out that we were both dosed with lust potions at that time.
Your biological father, sadly, could not know of your existence at the time as it would bring unwanted attention on you and him. If you are reading this letter, then we died before we could tell him and our wills were not honoured and you were not placed with him or Sirius.
Even though you were not his biological son, it does not mean that James loves you any less than if you were his own. James did, however, blood adopt you in order to protect you and because he loves you so much. Sirius also blood adopted you when we named him your Godfather to provide you with better protection and the Black heirship.
Your biological father is Severus Tobias Snape (Prince), you might have heard of him as the youngest potions master in Europe and one of the best in the world. I am sure that, had he known about you, he would have loved you so very much. It is possible that he does not know about you and has treated you in a less than ideal manner due to his childhood rivalry with James and Sirius. In that case, please give him another chance to be in your life.
Do know that whatever you choose, and whatever you become, James and I will always love you no matter what. You are our whole world Haraldr Jacomus Princeps Lillian Orion Potter-Black-Prince and we shall always stand by you in whatever path you may choose. Do know that you hold the power to preserve or raze the whole world (guess where I took that from) and you are your own person and you make your own choices in life.
With lots of love,
Your Mother
Lilith Azalea Potter nee Evans
Lady Potter
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They loved me. They truly, really loved me. I know that I have been told by others that they did but seeing this makes me believe that I am not an unloved freak that Aunt Petunia is so fond of telling me I am.
I decided to do a small charm to reveal the parents of a person ‘parentes revelare’ on myself and true enough Snape is listed as my biological father and both James and Sirius as my blood adopted ones. Maybe now Snape, my father, will not hate me so much and maybe we can be a family like we were meant to. Hopefully.
My real name is Haraldr Jacomus Princeps Lillian Orion Potter-Black-Prince, not Harry James Potter. I wonder why nobody ever told me about this. And what did she mean by the power to preserve or raze the world? I should focus on reconciling with my father and go on from there.
<In St. Mungo’s>
I finally arrived at St. Mungo’s, as there is where my father was. He had been recovering rapidly and would soon be a fully functioning member of the society, or as much as he usually is. As expected, he was less than pleased at the sight of me.
“Come to gloat, Potter? To tell me how great the Man-Who-Conquered is or how I owe you a life debt now for saving my life? Couldn’t go on for a few days without seeking the attention of your fans that you have come to torment me again, eh?”
When I told him, or well tried to explain to him what I had just found out, he would have none of it and told me in no uncertain terms that I am just a disappointment, an attention seeking, good for nothing brat, and that I should not darken his doorstep ever again and that even if I were really his blood, he would have only been ashamed of my pathetic existence.
It broke me to know that I am truly alone in this whole world and those who loved me all only end up dying. My own father does not want me and views me as a no-good attention seeker that does nothing good, just like the Dursleys used to say I am. It hurt. It hurt so much. I feel like what was left of my tattered, pathetic whole world just shattered into pieces. Maybe the Dursleys were right. Maybe I should have died that night along with my parents.
I did not realize that I was crying openly and looked at my father. The only thing that came to my mind was a phrase that I had only read in passing. I put my hand on my heart while looking into my father’s eyes and said the only thought that I had.
“Ut Mihi, Mortem.”