On a night that was no different from the past, little Harry ushered in his light. His god lowered his head and kissed his forehead, sending him the most sincere blessings.
From that day on, little Harry realized that his difference was not a heinous thing. He opened his arms and embraced his god. His god led him into pain and struggle, but also led him into brilliance and warmth.
The world kissed him with pain, and his god's wings spread wide, giving him the deepest love and the most loyal protection.