Harry Potter is the sort of person who doesn’t give up even when the odds are stacked against him. He wears his heart on his sleeve but his heart is in the right place and he would do anything for the people he loves. He is very distrustful of the adult figures but when he does trust them, he would protect them until his final breath.

Harry gets prone to anger in his latter teenage years due to all the trauma he went through. He can be rash and charge into things but he’s a great wizard who can hold his own against the strongest of Death Eaters.

Like his father, he is great on a broomstick. He was the youngest Quidditch player in a century and it was through his determination to master the Patronus charm that Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup in his third year.

The greatest quality that Harry possesses is his modesty. He doesn’t want the fame or glory and he hates being the centre of attention. His abilities as a wizard are constantly underestimated. He could produce a fully corporeal Patronus at aged thirteen and he was the best in his year at Defence Against the Dark Arts. He was so proficient in the subject that he taught a number of his peers.

Harry doesn’t seek glory or power. He is the sort of leader to step up when things get tough. He became the symbol of resistance against Voldemort. His very presence inspired others, making them believe that the impossible was possible even though Harry sometime had no clue what he was doing.

Dumbledore had taught Harry about the certain acts of magic. Harry knew that it was Ron who had to destroy the Locket with Gryffindor’s sword and Harry knew that the power of love was the greatest magic of them all. It was something that Voldemort never knew but something that Harry thrived on. He thought of Sirius when Voldemort was possessing him in the Ministry of Magic and his last thought was of kissing Ginny when he was going to give himself up to Voldemort.

200 Words: Loved

Harry was determined to reach the kitchen counter and Lily was frightened that he would fall. But Harry persisted, a comical look of determination on his little face and Lily tried not to laugh- He was so much like James.

“Careful, Harry,” she said.

But Harry continued climbing and Lily cast all sorts of cushioning charms she could remember in case Harry fell. But Harry reached the top of the counter and looked around.

“That’s my boy,” James said with pride and Harry looked at him expectantly, no doubt wanting James to conjure another smoke ring.

Lily picked Harry up and he wriggled in her arms.

“You have no idea how much you are loved,” she said to him, and James got up and joined Lily and Harry, embracing them.

They had lived their days in uncertainty, but James and Lily had each other and Harry. They were sure that they could take whatever Voldemort threw at them.

They stood there for a moment and Harry stopped wriggling and settled in his mother’s arms and started playing with her dark red hair. Harry was the most important thing in their lives at the moment and they were there for him.

Eleven-year-old Ginny Weasley spending her birthday party trying to catch Harry’s eye and she blushes like mad when Harry gives her a polite but slightly confused smile.

It might not seem much to Harry, but to eleven-year-old Ginny, it’s the best gift she’s ever had.

James Sirius Potter being his cheeky self.

Harry and Ginny dog sitting Fang for Hagrid

Fang drools on Harry’s knee,

Fang loves Ginny brushing him,

Fang loves to cuddle up to Harry, leaving Ginny slightly jealous, but she shows Fang love anyway,

Ginny brings Arnold the Pgyamy Puff and Fang slightly sacred of him,

Ginny suggests getting a dog, but Harry reminds her that they already have lots of cats and Teddy occasionally. Ginny wouldn’t mind more kids.

I’d like to think that after rescuing Harry from Privet Drive, the Weasleys would hold a small bleated Birthday tea for Harry. Harry would be all bashful, insisting that the Weasleys don’t have to do that for him and that Ginny’s birthday is more important but the Weasleys would insist and it would be the first time that Harry can remember that his birthday would be properly celebrated, although a little late.

Mr Weasley would be asking Harry if there are any muggle traditions for celebrating a birthday, Mrs Weasley would be insisting that Harry eat some food, Fred and George would be their usual entertaining selves and Ginny would be blushing the entire time and would not say a thing.

One Baby and His Wolf

Smoke filled the air and a tiny hand reached out to grab it, a sound of joyous laughter filling the room.

Harry had grown a lot since Remus Lupin had seen him six months ago; he was walking now and if Remus waited another six months, he was sure that Harry would be talking.

James sat on the floor with his wand, conjuring smoke rings for Harry to catch. Harry had been laughing the entire time and to someone who spent a lot of his days with beings who loved to kill, Harry’s laugh was the perfect tonic for Remus’s low spirits.

“It won’t be long before he’s playing Quidditch,” James said, looking at his son with pride.

“I’m sure he’ll fly just like you, Prongs,” Remus said, remembering all the daring flying James had performed during their Hogwarts days.

“Flying is in his blood,” James said proudly.

The Holyhead Harpies were in an intense final with their opponents and it was going down to the wire. Their new Chaser, Ginny Weasley made a name for herself as she scored impressive goals that many pundits didn’t believe was possible. Soon, she was able to get the Harpies ahead in a comfortable lead.

As soon as the Snitch was caught, the Holyhead Harpies won the game and the championship and their supporters went wild. Leading the charge onto the pitch was Ginny’s boyfriend, Harry Potter and he ran straight at her. Without thinking, Ginny kissed Harry in front of the whole stadium and the crowd went wild. They ended up on the front cover of Witch Weekly and their copy still hangs in Harry’s study to this day.

James Potter has a love-hate relationship with the colour green. On the one hand, it represents the colour of Slytherin House who are his main Quidditch rivals as well as the group of wannabe Death Eaters and Dark Arts enthusiasts in Slytherin such as Snape who James cannot stand. As a Gryffindor, they are his sworn enemies.

But on the other hand, green is the colour of Lily Evan’s eyes. He is drawn to them. They are a pair of emeralds that shine fiercely when she’s passionate and sparkle softly when she’s happy. James finds himself entranced by Lily’s eyes and it is one of the things that draws her to him.

The cherry on the top was when Harry was born, he had Lily’s eyes. James realised that green wasn’t such a bad colour really.

I Don't Dance

Elegant music played in the marquee at Percy’s wedding and Harry Potter stood awkwardly at the side of the dance floor, his burgundy dress robes feeling a little too tight at the collar. Harry remembered back to the Yule Ball in his fourth year when he had to dance and he was just as awkward about dancing back then.

Despite being back with her for almost two years, he and Ginny had yet to dance together. He stood by the barrel of Butterbeer and watched the guests dancing.

Mr and Mrs Weasley were slow-dancing together, having a private moment and Mrs Weasley looked far happier than Harry had seen her for months. She was bursting with pride during the wedding ceremony and Harry was glad that Percy was on speaking terms with his family again.

Ron was dancing with Hermione and he seemed to have read that dancing book that Hermione had lent him because he was dancing perfectly and had eyes only for Hermione. Their relationship had grown a lot after the war and after many years of bickering together, Harry was pleased to see them happy. Ron had spoken to Harry about proposing to Hermione soon and Harry was over the moon about the prospect of his two best friends getting married. Ron whispered something to Hermione and she let out a giggle. Harry looked away from them feeling like a third wheel.

George Weasley and Angelina Johnson were dancing energetically and Harry saw a glimmer of the old George shining through. He had had a tough two years and Angelina had helped George a lot in coping with the loss of Fred.

Bill and Fleur were just holding each other and swaying on the spot. Fleur was heavily pregnant with her first child and didn't want to tire herself out too much and Bill was very protective of his wife.

Luna Lovegood was dancing on her own like some sort of butterfly. It was as if she was floating to the music. Harry smiled and looked away, having been used to Luna’s eccentricities for a while. He had a strong suspicion that she was trying to ward away the Nargles or some other creature she believed in.

In the centre of it all was Percy, dancing with his new wife, Audrey. He was dancing with such robotic formality, that Harry thought he looked like one of those wind-up toys that Dudley had when they were children. His face flushed with happiness and his horn-rimmed glasses flashing in the candlelight, Percy easily stole the show and a couple of his Ministry colleagues clapped them on.

Harry would rather face Voldemort again than dance if he was honest with himself. As if drawn to his thoughts, Ginny appeared next to Harry, her face was flushed with laughter and her fiery red hair was shimmering in the candlelight and the sight of his girlfriend made Harry’s stomach do somersaults.

"What are you doing standing around the Butterbeer barrel for?” She asked him. “Come and dance.”

“I don’t dance,” Harry said automatically and Ginny rolled her eyes, but she wore a playful smile.

“If you’re worried about looking like a prat, then don’t be,” she said. “Percy’s dancing is much worse, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Harry laughed and Ginny’s eyes blazed mischievously. Suddenly, an energetic song started playing and Ginny’s eyes lit up.

“I love this song,” she said.

Ginny grabbed Harry's wrist and led him to the dance floor where Harry spent the next few minutes looking down at his feet, trying not to tread on Ginny's toes. He chanced a glance at his girlfriend and Ginny was enjoying this.

But Harry dreaded seeing them on the front page of Witch Weekly dancing like they were trying to squash an insect, so he looked up and readjusted his grip. With a deep breath, he took the lead and out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw heads turn to look at them.

Harry focused on Ginny, whose eyes were sparkling softly in the candlelight and willed with every fibre of his being to not make a fool of himself as he danced in beat to the rhythm. He could hear several people clapping them and he even heard Lee Jordan wolf-whistle.

Harry and Ginny continued dancing to the music and Harry was getting into it, but the song ended too soon for Harry's liking and when Harry and Ginny stopped dancing, applause erupted in the marquee.

“Bravo, Harry and Ginny,” Percy exclaimed. “Such excellent dancing, the pair of you!”

“Dunno why they’re making a fuss for,” Harry muttered. “I spent most of the dance trying not to tread on your toes.”

“I thought you said you didn’t dance,” Ginny said with a grin.

“It was a good song,” Harry shrugged and Ginny’s grin widened.

Harry could see by the way her eyes shone how much their dance meant to him. Suddenly another song started to play and he got a surge of inspiration.

“Want to dance?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

Ginny took Harry’s hand and gave him that blazing look he loved so much.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, smiling softly.

Harry laughed and the two of them danced all night.

Harry and Ginny dancing together at a wedding and stealing the show together despite Harry claiming that he doesn’t dance. Ginny teases him about it, but she loves that he made an effort for her.

First Year Harry being too stubborn to go to the Hospital Wing when he’s got a nasty cold because he associates being ill as a sign of weakness and Ron and Hermione have to take him there by his elbows whilst Fred and George have a go at Wood for not seeing the signs that Harry was ill.