Her name is Harry Potter.
For eleven years, the cupboard under the stairs was her home, Petunia's old clothes were her shelter, and coldness and cruelty were her everyday life.
Her shoulder-length black hair came from the rebellious James, but her delicate features and clear green eyes were a perfect copy of gentle Lily.
She was the child born of two great loves, an orphan chosen by fate to live between worlds.
No one cherished her, no one protected her, and no one knew who she was.
Until an owl-borne letter came down from the sky.
The wizarding world reached out to her, and dragged her into a prophecy already written.
Hogwarts was warm with light, yet hid danger at every turn;
Someone treated her with icy indifference, yet guarded her with their life in secret;
Someone stayed by her side day and night, unaware that in the end she would face the darkness alone.
She was the girl who lived,
Lily's eyes, James's own flesh and blood,
The hope of the entire wizarding world, and its loneliest hero.
Rising from the dust, she walked toward the abyss.
No one knew the tears behind her, no one understood the fear in her heart.
Yet with her gentle heart and soul, she would still fight the darkness alone,
So as not to betray the silent love and unspoken protection she had received.
This is Harry Potter's story. After Jun Yao, an exchange student from the East, joins her, Harry's story enters its final battle: beginning in obscurity and ending in glory, it will break your heart and warm it to the core.
