Once upon a time, there was a beautiful witch and a powerful wizard who loved each other very much. They were the Potters, and they had a beautiful baby boy named Harry...
Ginny sighed. The books rarely talked about Harry's parents, and they were often only mentioned in passing. What were their names again? She didn't even know...
...and You-Know-Who came knocking at the door. "Let me in!" he shouted.
"Never! You'll never find out how to get inside." came the reply from the Potters.
"I will tell you how to sneak in," said Sirius Black, You-Know-Who's most trusted man. "The Potters made me their Secret Keeper. I know of a secret trap door in their garden! I can show you where it is!"
Ginny knew the story of how Sirius Black had betrayed the Potters. Ron told her later that it was actually Peter Pettigrew, who was actually Scabbers, who was the Secret Keeper... oh, it was so confusing. But leading Voldemort to a trap door in the garden? That couldn't possibly be what it meant to be a secret keeper.
"I will stop you with my spells!" said Mr. Potter. He cast all the most powerful spells at You-Know-Who, but it wasn't enough. They fought and they fought, but You-Know-Who's spells were more powerful than Mr. Potter's. He defeated Mr. Potter and walked upstairs.
"I will stop you with my potions!" said Mrs. Potter. She threw her most powerful potions at You-Know-Who, but it wasn't enough. You-Know-Who blocked them with his shield, and Mrs. Potter ran out of potions. He defeated Mrs. Potter and walked into the bedroom.
"How will you stop me, boy?" asked You-Know-Who.
Harry Potter stood up and faced him. "I don't have to stop you, because you can never hurt me!" he said.
"What? I am the darkest Dark Lord that has ever existed! Why do think that I can't hurt you?" shouted You-Know-Who.
Harry answered, "Because I am Pure of Heart, and you are Evil! Your Evil magic can never hurt a good boy like me!"
You-Know-Who got angry and cast his most powerful spell, the Killing Curse, at Harry Potter. But Harry was such a good boy and his heart was so pure that the Killing Curse couldn't touch it, and bounced back.
"Nooo! How could this be? I have been defeated by my own Dark Magic!" cried You-Know-Who as he died. The whole world cheered for Harry Potter for getting rid of the evil You-Know-Who and he lived happily ever after.
Ginny blinked. It had been years since she read the book again, but it all seemed so silly now. Harry Potter didn't know how he defeated Voldemort. In fact, nobody knew how it happened. The Killing Curse killed instantly, so Voldemort couldn't have wailed in his defeat. And lastly... sadly, Harry Potter did not live happily ever after. Ron, Fred, and George had told her how Harry got locked up in his own room at the Dursleys. She sighed, putting the book down, and opened up the next one.
Harry Potter Adventures: The Serpent King
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was on an adventure with his friends in the jungle.
Ginny paused at the first line. There were so many errors right in the very first line. Harry had no friends until Hogwarts- his only friends were Ron and Hermione. He had never been on any vacations, never travelled outside of London, and certainly never marched through a jungle.
"The Serpent King can talk to snakes! He commands them to attack our village! He is an evil wizard!" said another villager.
Harry Potter knew that You-Know-Who talked to snakes, too. The Serpent King must have been using dark magic. Harry Potter knew he would have to defeat him or else his evil would spread throughout the world.
Ginny paused here. Obviously, nobody would have guessed that Harry Potter himself was a Parselmouth. He was the living proof that being a Parselmouth didn't make you a dark wizard.
"You can never defeat my monsters," said the Serpent King. "Now, you will have to face the most powerful snake of all: the Hydra!"
The hydra was a giant snake with seven heads. The Serpent King hissed and whispered to the hydra. "I just told my hydra to attack you! What are you going to do?"
Harry Potter walked up to the seven-headed beast and pulled out his wand. He cast a spell to cut one of the monster's head off. It was so big that it shook the ground when it fell. Right away, the Hydra grew its head back! "Ha ha, you can never defeat my Hydra, Harry Potter! It can keep regrowing its heads as long as one of them still remains! You can't cast your spells fast enough!"
Harry was supposed to have a wand when he was underage? Somehow, it never occurred to her that he never should have owned a wand in any of these adventures.
Harry Potter said, "Maybe not by myself, but I have friends to help me! Let's defeat it together!" All seven children cast the spells at the same time, and all seven of the hydra's head were cut off at the same time...
Ginny thought back to Harry's real adventures. Ron told her about their first year, and Harry ended up facing Quirrel alone. In her first year, Harry ended up facing Tom and the basilisk alone. Harry really seemed like he was always forced to face his attackers by himself...
They tied up the Serpent King and brought him back to the village. The villagers all thanked him. Harry Potter and his friends left the village to search for the next adventure.
Ginny closed the book. Harry had certainly had his fair share of adventures, but he never really did go looking for trouble, did he? All this time, she had been reading from authors, and the authors obviously had no idea who Harry Potter really was. She didn't bother opening the last book. She knew it only contained more fantasies. Hermione said that Harry had never even seen these stories himself. What would he think if he saw them? Laugh? Cry? Get angry? She couldn't even hazard a guess- she really didn't know him, after all. Walking up to the fireplace, she tossed all three books into the fireplace, with a few silent tears falling down her cheeks as she watched them burn.
The next morning was even more frenetic than Sept. 1st, which was amazing, since half the house was still half asleep. It was early in the morning, well before sunrise, but they needed to be out of the house by five to catch the portkey. Every two minutes it seemed like somebody had forgotten something, rushing up to their rooms and back downstairs. After a hearty breakfast, they began their walk to the scheduled portkey site. Only the children who had yet to come of age would be taking the portkey, so Bill, Charlie, and Percy would apparate on their own, letting them sleep in.
The group of them arrived at the site, and were greeted by the Diggory family. Apparently they would all be travelling together. Everyone gave pleasant, but tired, greetings and Mr. Weasley showed them the portkey: an old, tarnished metal bowl. When Cedric reached for the bowl, however, an uncomfortable feeling came over Harry and he grabbed Cedric's wrist. Cedric looked at him in confusion. Harry, unsure of what he was doing, looked back at him. "Umm... Cedric... Have you ever had any... unpleasant experiences with portkeys?"
Cedric raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Well, I had my first portkey ride when I was six, and I felt nauseous afterwards. I've gotten used to it since then, though. First time for you, Harry?"
"Err... No... I mean, yes. I just... got the feeling that taking a portkey wasn't good for your health, Cedric," Harry replied. He had the déjà vu feeling again. Something about Cedric, portkeys, and winning... they didn't mix. Well, what are they winning here? Maybe it was a different portkey he had to worry about.
Cedric's father, Amos, laughed. "Oh, don't you worry, my boy. Portkeys are perfectly safe. Certainly safer than any muggle contraption you've ever ridden in, isn't that right, Arthur?"
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