Harry Potter

[Harry Potter]

the Life and Lies of

Harry James Potter

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"Think before you make up your mind. You don't seem to realize I can do this on my own. And if I fall I'll take it all; it's so easy after all."[/center][/size]

Flesh, Blood and Bone
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AGE:[/color]
Seventeen.
NICKNAMES:[/color]
"Hare" by comrades and family. "Potty" amongst his foes.
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color]
July thirty-first.
HOUSE:[/color]
Gryffindor.
YEAR:[/color]
Seventh year.
OCCUPATION:[/color]
Student / Owner of Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.
WAND:[/color]
An 11-inch holly wand with dragon heartstring and chimera scale fragment cores.
BROOM:[/color]
Firebolt.
SEXUALITY:[/color]
Heterosexual.

the Ghoul in Pajamas
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HAIR:[/color]
Deep dark brown, bordering on black hair. It rarely is properly taken care of, resulting in being left rather tangled and unkempt mass. Just like his father.
EYES:[/color]
Matching with his mother, they are a intelligently bright green that always seemed to stick out. They always seemed to be filled with hidden warmth.
HEIGHT:[/color]
About five feet and eight inches.
WEIGHT:[/color]
One-hundred and forty pounds, give or take.
BUILD:[/color]
Once described as being "small" when he was little, he now holds, what with all the quidditch playing he's being doing, a more leanly developed and toned build to make up for his now pretty decent, average height.
DISTINCT MARKINGS:[/color]
Other than the usual boyishly-aligned scars of scratches from when he was little, he has a pale white scar on the back of his hand that reads, in his own handwriting: "I must not tell lies." This was caused by Delores Umbridge, who made him write with a special quill that caused this for his detentions because he dared to defend Neville's claims that the Dark Lord has risen again.
CLOTHING STYLE:[/color]
In short, he often would be seen being a casual wearer of clothing, though he will sometimes be a bit semi- or fully formal for the fun of it when outside of school. With his choices, he often comes off as a charming sort of wizarding jock whom looks quite gentlemanly in whatever he decides to put on.
OVERALL:[/color]
When he was young, he was found to be, physically, the runt of the litter with his naturally small stature compared to the other children, though his father always told him that everything would turn out alright because he had started out like Harry as well... And, what with how Harry looks now, one wouldn't even suspect that he was once one to long to be graced with a similar appearance as his tall father. Oh, yes, that means he's happy with how he looks now: he is of decent height with a thin yet sturdy build for a quidditch seeker, and proud. But, don't get him confused; he isn't one to wear any items to show that off. He'd rather keep thoughts like that to himself... Now, unlike the other boys, he doesn't purposefully try to dress like a slob. He'd rather be a bit well-polished, even if he's simply in his uniform. Anyway, he doesn't want to look like an obvious mischief-maker or anything. It'd only make him more likely to be in trouble.
PLAY-BY:[/color]
Daniel Radcliffe.

the Parting of the Ways
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LIKES:[/color]
- All Sports.
- His Family.
- Wandering.
- His Friends.
- Helping Out.
DISLIKES:[/color]
- His Anger.
- Rap Music.
- Schoolwork.
- His Emotions.
- Unreasonabiliy.
STRENGTHS:[/color]
- Selfless.
- Practical.
- Instinctive.
- Courageous.
- Quidditch Skills.
WEAKNESSES:[/color]
- Arrogant.
- Sarcastic.
- Stubborn.
- Mischievous.
- Lazy Academically.
DEMENTOR:[/color]
Seeing his twin brother being beat up... By their own father.
It always had his mind reeling from that moment on and, though he would try to question it before his fourth year when he was told why by his mother, he would be smacked on the head by the same man who beat Shendeth.
BOGGART:[/color]
The loss of loved ones.
Through thick and thin, the only wish he has for life is to try to never lose any of those he cares the most for because they are his only real possessions... Already, life has disappointed him once with the loss of his twin brother.
AMORTENTIA:[/color]
Sweat, polished wood, and beat-up leather.
The scent that can only come from after playing a good game of quidditch. Sometimes a hint of freshly cut grass or the coppery smell of blood fills in the scent as well, but that's only every once in a while.
OVERALL:[/color]
Honestly, not even he can describe himself if he had to other than that he is his father without the aggressive streak the man sometimes possesses when he feels so strongly about some certain issue... Other people seem to always have described him, however, amongst his whole wizarding jock and trickster streak, to be very loyal without end; he loves life and living it with all of those he loves, no matter how much of an oddball they may be.

The first traits that always appear when you meet him is his charm. He is, first and foremost, a man of illusion. He likes to appear a bit more polite that he can be underneath before surprising others by how much of a snarky git that takes pleasure in joking around with his friends or being up to some other type of silliness, hence why he can often be found with the Weasleys and other people of the like... It can be irritable at first, but he has never gone so far to be a bully about things. He always took consideration of other feelings before his own; something Fred and George could get a little more of.

Underneath this guise, however, he truly is a gentleman. He naturally, once you get past being annoyed, can find him to be a completely caring individual that will go to no end to help any of his allies out, and the cost that it may be is never of any matter to him. He has a set of moral values, and always does try to intend to follow them through, even if he can be found bending those guidelines a little bit to gain his own way, though it never really is too often... Now that he's older, he's learned, different from his father, to keep his own emotions in check and attempt to never be so overboard with them.

the Ancient and most Noble House of Potter
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MOTHER:[/color]
Lily Potter.
FATHER:[/color]
James Potter.
SIBLINGS:[/color]
His twin brother, Shendeth Potter.
OTHERS:[/color]
Nothing, really.
OVERALL:[/color]
Harry was born at about nine-thirty in the evening on the day of July thirty-first, his brother a few hours later; after midnight of August first. And what a time to be born! The First Wizarding War had come to an end just recently, and all was safe for quite a time. Harry always seemed to be the more curious and optimistic child when he was nothing more than a toddler, quite opposite of his twin, but he never minded. It just made them more unique. He looked up to both his parents, though he always found himself leaning more towards his mother despite taking after his father at such a young age.

This certain feeling was only magnified the day he was the key witness to the beating of his brother. He always did figure that their father had something odd against Shendeth, but never had the man acted upon it. Until that day when Lily had to go off somewhere, leaving the two of them in his care... It was normal, really, because it would happen every so often. But that day was just different for some reason. For whatever odd quirk that their father picked up about Shendeth caused a spark, and then the abuse. He was told later on that that wasn't the first time bitingly curtly by his father, and to never speak of it. He was still little, so what else could he say? He just nodded it off.

He always had that in mind, but he shoved it into a back corner as the two of them soon arrived to the summer nearing the beginning of their eleventh year, both receiving letters from Hogwarts. They both would never forget their first trip to Diagon Alley though, unlike his over-eager brother whom ran ahead to Ollivander's, Harry took to being a bit slow and taking in all of the interesting sights and such, also eying Eeylops Owl Emporium and the Magical Menagerie. When he stepped in, he was easily distinguished by Ollivander to much like his father and, upon receiving his wand with an overly fiery-tempered core that only managed to calm in Harry's hand, Ollivander raised a brow and told him that it is a rarity for a chimera scale to be tamed.

When they got onto the Hogwarts Express, Harry was quick to lose Shendeth as he soon made a connection with the Weaseleys, whom were family friends and ended up sitting with them on the ride... When he saw his brother again, they were at the Sorting Ceremony, and he had just been sorted into the house that the rest of the family had belonged to in the end: Gryffindor. So, it came quite the shock when he found that his twin would be in the rival house, Slytherin, but he didn't mind. He actually thought it was pretty cool, and was still proud of his brother all the same. So, as their first year went, Harry made his friends in his house, and Shendeth did the same. Harry managed to be the youngest quidditch player in the history of the school after showing amazing talent on the first broomstick lesson when Neville lost his Remembrall to some Slytherin. That year, he was quick friends with the "Boy Who Lived" and nice guy, Neville, the Weasleys, a rather intelligent girl named Hermione, and few others.

Unfortunately, as the years went on, Shendeth grew more and more apart from the family, tending to roam the muggle world instead of back home. Then again, neither did Harry anymore because, after his third year, he took up a job at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor as his cashier. He wanted to be active in the wizarding society and, thinking that since he had time on his hands, worked there. Eventually, after some bonding over free ice cream and help with his History of Magic homework, they became quite good friends since Florean didn't have a son of his own, and soon taught Harry how to run the shop himself from the financials to actually making the products... Then, in 1996, during the school year, Florean was kidnapped and, later on, killed by the Death Eaters. It had said in his will that the shop be left to Harry, whom repaired and then began to run it starting right after his sixth year.

During that summer, however, Harry was a bit distraught by the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore was killed, and his brother disappeared as well. However, he managed to put on a calm, though distant, face and worked every single day up until the school year started. In the mornings, he could be found looking through the newspaper, both muggle and wizard, to see if there were any signs of Shendeth. He keeps feeling like he is partially at fault for his twin brother's disappearance, which later was closed and announced as a death. Sometimes, at night, after closing up shop, he would wander the Knockturn Alley or fly on his broomstick to search, but it was always out of vain. He hardly connected with anybody over the summer, including his own family. Returning to Hogwarts, his good, old self is still there, but it seems to lack in the willingness to be present for want to be out there, trying to fight against the Dark Lord and his growing army instead of... All this.

at Flourish and Blotts
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What we can call you:[/color] ADag.
Time zone:[/color] Central Time Zone.
How you found us:[/color] Epicenter.
Best way to contact you:[/color] Private messaging.

There always had been a thrill to be found when riding on his the faithful broomstick of his... Okay, second broomstick. His first had been the Nimbus 2000, and he had it until he crashed during a quidditch match in his third year. Now, he had a Firebolt due to his mother sending it as both parents' Christmas gift that same year. He had been quite overjoyed by it because he had seen it Quality Quidditch Supplies during the summer. Well, he always had been fortunate and lucky enough to have a good life. He could never imagine being without his parents.

And with that, just for a moment, his thoughts darkened back to one person: Shendeth Potter. His twin brother. He had disappeared in the midst of the same evening Dumbledore died, and hasn't been seen since. Harry had always suspected that it was to the fault of the Death Eaters, but nobody did listen and follow his hunch. And, with a shop to now take care of, he hardly was of fit enough use, no matter how many times he did look during the cloak of night... He would just have to face, sometime sooner or later, that it's highly likely that Shen's dead. But his heart couldn't- no, refused to believe in any of that.

With a shake of his head, he managed to snap back reality quick enough to land before he drifted too far into his thoughts and crash into one of the walls of the quidditch pitch. It may be aged wood, but it still looks like it would hurt. A lot... Heading into the locker room, he set his broom in his locker before beginning to slip off the robes of his quidditch uniform. After taking off the top, he held it up slightly, looking at the dark crimson colors and golden seven that glimmered faintly in the dull lighting. He always wondered why he was seven. 'Can't wait for the season to start up. I'll have something to get my mind off of reality.'

When he finished changing, he remembered to take his glasses with him, slipping them into his pocket. He hardly ever needed them anymore, unlike all those years back then. When he'd figured out that it would only now be required for reading, he was thrilled of the feeling not to always put them on in the morning, though he sometimes still did out of habit. They really do die hard... He picked up his bag and left, heading back to the castle. 'It should be time for lunch.'

the Writing on the Wall
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