POTTER, Harry James.

[Harry Potter]

HARRY|JAMES|POTTER

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Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
Sometimes I wanna shout out ’til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born
And if I stop for a minute
I think about things really I don’t wanna know
And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m child and so wherever you go
I will follow

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CURIOUSITY IS NOT A SIN… BUT WE SHOULD EXERCISE CAUTION WITH OUR CURIOUSITY… YES, INDEED.

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Name: Harry James Potter
Nickname: Potter, Potty, Harry
Age/Birthday: 16 | 31st July 1980
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Half-blood
Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix
Year/House: 6th | Gryffindor
Occupation (adults): None
Wand: Holly, 11 inches, phoenix core. It was described as ‘Nice and supple’. It is the twin of Voldemort’s wand and the core is a tail-feather of Fawkes the phoenix. [/ color]

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THERE ARE SPOTS THAT DON’T COME OFF… SPOTS THAT NEVER COME OFF, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

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Eyes: Bright, emerald green
Hair: Messy, black
Height: 5ft 8inches
Weight: 135llbs
Distinguishing Features(if any): A thin, lightning-shaped scar in the middle of his forehead, given to him the night Lord Voldemort’s curse rebounded. Bright, emerald green eyes, the exact same shade as his mother’s
Play-by: Daniel Radcliffe
Overall appearance: In general, Harry isn’t completely bothered by his appearance. He has always been small for his age, due to genetics and being malnourished as a child, due to a lack of care from his aunt and uncle. His hair is deep black and never lies flat, no matter how hard he tries to tame it; his messy hair gives him the appearance of just coming off his broomstick. Small and skinny, when Harry was younger he had knobbly knees and looked scrawny, but as he grew, Harry became more respectable. He wears round spectacles, which are probably his one point of vulnerability.

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IT DOES NOT DO TO DWELL ON DREAMS AND FORGET TO LIVE, REMEMBER THAT.

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Erised: When Harry began school, the Mirror of Erised would show him his whole family around him, smiling and waving. But as he grew older, perhaps in his fifth year, Harry’s greatest desire became something more important. He would look into the mirror and see him beating Voldemort, the world free of the Dark Lord.
Patronus: His happiest memory was when Sirius told him that if it didn’t want to return to the Dursley’s, he could move in and live with him (his godfather). However, it sometimes is the first time he rode a broomstick or winning the Quidditch Cup. His Patronus takes the animal form of a Stag.
Boggart:Different to common belief, Harry’s Boggart is not Lord Voldemort. It is actually a Dementor of whom Harry severely dislikes. So, Harry is scared of fear itself.
Dementor:He relives the night his mother died. He hears her screaming and pleading and Voldemort’s cold, high voice.
Amortentia: Something sweet and flowery (sometimes perhaps, from the Burrow), the wood handle of a broomstick, treacle tart.

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DIFFERENCES OF HABIT AND LANGUAGE ARE NOTHING AT ALL IF OUR AIMS ARE IDENTICAL speak to us

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Likes:Going to the Three broomsticks and drinking butterbeer, playing Quidditch, joking around with Ron and Hermione, taking walks down to Hagrid’s, going to the Burrow, visiting Hogsmeade, writing letters to Sirius, people who understand feelings, Defense Against the Dark Arts, trading Chocolate Frog cards.
Dislikes: Anything to do with Slytherin, the Death Eaters, Voldemort, bullies, Potions, Professor Snape, when Slytherin students make snide remarks, Divinations, the mounting weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
Strengths:Incredibly skilled in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he even learned to make a corporal Patronus in his fourth year. He’s a very talented Quidditch player, playing Seeker and recently claimed Captain for his house team. He is also very good at wiggling himself out of trouble when he needs to. Overall, charming people and staying down-to-earth despite his extraordinary position.
Weaknesses:He finds it difficult to control his hot-headedness, to remember all the ingredients in Potions, to keep his nose of out other peoples’ business. Quite often, Harry cannot help himself and often ‘plays the hero’.
Overall Personality: Harry is generally an easy to get on with, charming, down-to-earth boy. Despite the fact he is extremely famous and talented, he doesn’t [often] show arrogance or conceited-ness, which is a great attribute. He has very good natural instincts and can often be relied upon to do the right thing, heavily working on the basis that his conscience is telling him to do something. He is very warm-hearted towards his friends and is extremely loyal, he would defend them in any situation and often tells them he must act alone as he doesn’t want them to get hurt. For a sixteen year old boy, Harry is very mature and understands the world around him a lot more than the average wizard.

However, he has a very hot-head and won’t take abuse lying down, he fights for what he believes in and doesn’t regret his decisions. Occasionally he can be a little arrogant or cocky but in general, he strays away from that. Sometimes he is very unobservant, and relies a lot upon good friend, Hermione Granger, to pick up on things he doesn’t notice.

Due to having no family or friends when he was younger, Harry is very understanding of other people and doesn’t judge or place bias upon anyone. As a true Gryffindor, he is extremely brave, determined, chivalrous and kind. Harry would never let someone get bullied without stepping in and helping them out, which he frequently does for friend Luna ‘Loony’ Lovegood, despite the fact he, himself, finds her most unusual. He respects privacy as it’s something he idly longs for; this can be shown by the fact he doesn’t brag about what he knows of others’ pasts.

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TIME IS MAKING FOOLS OF US AGAIN

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Family: James and Lily Potter, his mother and father, deceased since October 31st 1980. He is taken care of by his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, living with their son, Dudley, whom he hates.
Pets: A beautiful snowy white owl, named Hedwig. She’s somewhat like a best friend to him and he will speak to her about his problems. She’s a very intelligent bird and will nibble Harry to convey her mood. She’s never failed to deliver a letter.
Residence: Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, with his aunt, uncle and cousin.
History: On July 31st, in Godric's Hollow, a young boy was born to Lily and James Potter [both deceased]. It was claimed in a prophecy by Sybil Trelawney that a young boy born at the end of July would defeat the darkest wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. This taken into consideration, the Dark Lord descended upon the small wizarding community and went to the home of Harry James Potter. On this night, magic history was made. Harry Potter, a mere defenseless infant at the time survived the Killing Curse, shortly after both his parents had been murdered. Alas, Lord Voldemort crumbled and vanished, not to be seen again for ten or so years. The Wizarding War was over, and Harry Potter had been the saviour, but The Boy Who Lived was taken to live with his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia [Lily's sister] and cousin Dudley Dursley in a place named Privet Drive.

Despised by his family for being different and the child of wizards, Harry slept in the cupboard under the stairs and was treated like a second-class citizen by the family despite the fact he was the most famous wizard in another world.

For ten long, lonely years Harry stayed with his family until his 11th birthday where he met Hagrid, of whom he bonded closely with, and was told of his past and that, really, he was a wizard. Harry Potter has attended Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft & Wizardry since year one and has truly found his real home within the safe and secure walls of the castle. Like his parents before him, Harry was Sorted into the House of [Godric] Gryffindor. He quickly became best friends with fellow Gryffindors, Hermione Granger, an exceptionally bright muggle-born and Ronald Weasley, a charming and humorous pure-blood from a huge family. From an early start, it was shown Harry had exceptional wand and broom skills and the Gryffindor Quidditch Team were quick to pick him up as their Seeker, a position he still has in his sixth year and has now been given the title of Captain.

Throughout his five years, Harry has had a hard time; battling through a trial of magic to receive and destroy the Philosopher's Stone in his first year, battling a Basilisk in second year [also discovering that he had the ability to speak Parseltongue]. Meeting the Azkaban escapee, mass-murderer Sirius Black, discovering he was in fact Harry’s godfather and saving a Hippogriff called Buckbeak in his third year and competing in the Triwizard Tournament and watching the resurrection of Voldemort and then the death of fellow student, Cedric Diggory, in his fourth year. Last year, Harry went to the Department of Mysteries with a group of DA (Dumbledore’s Army) members and retrieved a prophecy that claimed Harry to be the one to kill the Dark Lord. And tragically, the death of Sirius Black, which has affected Harry greatly.

Looked after under the careful eye of Headmaster and fatherly figure, Albus Dumbledore, nowhere is safer than Hogwarts. Harry has just started in his sixth year at Hogwarts.

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IN DREAMS, WE ENTER A WORLD THAT’S ENTIRELY OUR OWN

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Name/Alias: Amelia
Age:15
Roleplay Experience:Around about 2 years
Roleplay Sample: Each word coming from his mouth was a stab of white-hot, furious, searing pain to her; his zealous anger seeped out of him like a captured animal bursting free from its cage. Her uncomprehending eyes met with his for a split second and for that moment, she looked deeply into his pitiless, bottomless lagoons of eyes as they led her somewhere down into his corrupted soul; in that moment, she could feel his bitterness. It was palpable in the air surrounding her, enclosing her. Heatedly, he threw words at her, desperately seeking to torture her, make her feel the pain he felt but they flew straight over her head, dissolving somewhere in space. They appeared to mean nothing. However, with a blink of her long-lashed eyes, a delicate, isolated tear ran down her cheek. It moved in slow motion, dancing along her skin, staining her flawless face as it threatened to ruin her irreplaceable perfection. Trembling ever so slightly, she lifted her hand to her face and carelessly brushed away the remnants that showed she cared; this apparently insignificant movement meant everything. Yet, it meant absolutely nothing.

“Please,” The word echoed around the cold, dimly lit room; the notes of his voice repeated like a demented choir. “Don’t bother apologising, it’s over anyway.” Another stab of pain hit her square in the chest as his hostile words were spoken with acidic discontent. Gingerly, she opened her mouth to say something. “Please, don’t say it; I don’t want to hear it.”

Lifting her eyes from the damp floor, she saw someone she hadn’t seen before; he was isolated, lost and terrifying; his stance proved he was beyond powerful but the way his eyes stayed glued to her shaking figure illustrated him to be dangerous, unafraid of confrontation. Slowly, she licked her bottom lip, mulling things over and then, with as much courage as she felt able to muster, she stood up and stared straight back at him; a challenge arising behind her diluted pupils. Looking deep and through his fury, exasperation ran through her veins, polluting her blood as it pounded around her body, making her weary and worn. She knew when she left the room, she would feel that she had betrayed herself but the pressure mounting was too great, she let her eyes drop as she stared down at her feet, biting the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out.

“You should go.” He said, his eyes burning onto her, their haunting hollowness as he looked at her with disgust, mangled to its extremes by grief. The ‘oh’ sound continued as she nodded slowly, her eyes still not meeting his. Clenching his jaw, he ripped his gaze from her and averted it to look up at the ceiling as his face twisted in horror and repulsion. Horror and repulsion aimed at his self.

“I never meant for—” She started, but she stopped as he raised his hand.

“I told you that I didn’t want to hear it.” His voice was constricted as if he were fighting something deep within; an internal battle invisible to all those around but kills the person experiencing such trauma. “Go, and never come back.”
Those last words were the tip of the iceberg. A million, razor sharp daggers thrust themselves through her chest and straight into her heart, puncturing the remaining, broken pieces, slaughtering them. A pitiful sight, but he kept his gaze tightly cast upon the ceiling as she clutched her stomach, her eyes filling like dark oceans. She blinked, a few stray tears falling down her face, falling to their own perilous end. A vicious circle of despair kept her diminishing and as she glanced back at him, her wavering hand resting on the doorframe; she saw his jaw clench and re-clench as liquid dribbled from his face to the floor.

“I’ll take the blame, I promise, he won’t know it had anything to do with you,” she whispered, the echo sounding almost as loud as the actual words. At that, she disappeared from his sight.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

[ALEX]

Like we can't have GW without Harry or without you being Harry, Ames. Accepted!