If you wonder how a muggle saved the wizarding world, I'm the right person to ask: My name is Harry Potter, and I am that muggle. How'd I do it? Well it wasn't easy, and I probably made it harder than it had to be...but it sure makes one hell of a story.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Harry Potter is 16 years old. He already defeated Voldemort, with the help of his Godfather Sirius Black. Now he is in for the biggest challenge of his life: attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

No," said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. "I am not such a coward." "No," agreed Dumbledore. "You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon...." Deathly Hallows, pg 680.

A plot bunny attacked me yesterday, so I decided to enlist some help. Yes, that means you. You, help me.