Chapter 72: Bonus
The boy's name was Harry Potter.
You can find his name in "Important Magical Events of the 20th Century," listed alongside other famous wizards who saved the world.
Harry himself didn't like these titles. As he would say, "Who would want to know that a one-year-old baby defeated a Dark Lord? It's obviously not possible! The real hero is my mom!"
Unfortunately, many people didn't realize this and never questioned the obvious flaw in the story, choosing to believe in the "hero" who bore the scar. For Harry, this burden meant he could never escape the past, and for those who survived the war, living in the present required as much courage as surviving it.
In the small corner of the world we were living in, we quietly supported each other, enduring the struggles and challenges of life.
As the boy who saved the wizarding world, our little Harry should have had a childhood full of laughter. Instead, he often endured the weight of the world's expectations.
So many people in the magical world relied on Harry.
Originally, nothing special was planned, and our daily routine was very ordinary. But sometimes, unexpected elements could disrupt this, making Harry's life take a significant turn.
Let us take a look at the diary of our little hero, Harry Potter.
Some Day, Some Month, 1988
My name is Harry Potter. I turned eight a little over a month ago. I have decided to start writing a diary from today and to keep it up every day to leave a very important record of my growth for my future self!
Alright, first of all, I should record the most important thing: my family.
I am an orphan; my parents died when I was fifteen months old, but I am not lonely. I have my aunt, godfather, Aunt Sawyer, and Uncle Sev.
I have two homes, and if I count my godfather's place—which I don't visit often and is more like a kennel—I have three homes.
Aunt Sawyer's house is my favorite place. There, I have Roy and Joanna, who look identical but are never mistaken for each other, and Ivan, who is a day older than me. We grew up together and are very good friends.
Of course, there's also my foster mother, Aunt Sawyer.
Originally, I was supposed to call her mom, but Aunt Sawyer said that the term 'mom' belongs to my birth mother and should be reserved only for her, not even borrowed.
Aunt Sawyer said she was my mom's best friend. I saw in the photos that my beautiful mom and a younger Aunt Sawyer were holding hands, smiling happily. If my mom were still alive, she would love me very much because she loved me just like my aunt does.
Yes, and there's also Uncle Sev.
I'm a bit afraid of him because he is very strict with us, especially when checking our homework. Maybe it's because he's a professor, and if he's not strict, he wouldn't be able to manage the naughty students. He's not home much, and although he doesn't smile often and looks fierce, I've seen him be very gentle with Aunt Sawyer and the three kids.
Sometimes, I'm quite envious because although Uncle Sev is nice to me, he's never that close. I respect and admire him, but I don't dare to be as affectionate with him as Ivan is.
Well, I'm definitely not complaining because God has already been kind enough to me.
And although I don't have a father, I have a godfather!
My godfather, Sirius, is an Auror, like a police officer in the Muggle world. Sirius said he was my father's best friend and told me many stories about the Marauders, about pranks, adventures, and bravery.
He filled in many memories about my dad and compensated for the affection and love Ivan received from Uncle Sev.
Sirius would lift me up and spin me around, kiss my cheek with his stubbly face, take me to amusement parks on his days off, and scream louder than me on roller coasters...
He even taught me pranks, which made Roy and the others quite envious.
Yes, their envy made me feel pretty good...
I'll stop here for today; Aunt Sawyer is urging me to go to bed.
Goodnight, Harry. Goodnight, everyone I love.
My family, to be continued.
The Next Day
My other home is Aunt Petunia's house.
Aunt Petunia is a very meticulous woman who works as an editor at a gossip magazine. She has a slight cleanliness obsession, and although she's very busy, she keeps the house spotless. Maybe it's because of this constant effort that she's always so thin.
Every Saturday morning until after lunch on Sunday, I stay at Aunt Petunia's house.
Aunt Petunia has always spoiled me, or rather, indulged me.
There are no restrictions on what I eat, wear, or play with, and I never have to worry about homework at her house. Aunt Sawyer, knowing this, tells me to have fun when I'm at Aunt Petunia's and to keep up with my studies the rest of the time. Then she mutters, "Thank goodness it's only one and a half days a week."
And every time Aunt Petunia sees me, her first words are always: "Good heavens! Harry, you've gotten thinner!"
I can't help it. Although I'm not particularly big, it's because I like sports. Aunt Sawyer ensures we have regular health checkups to make sure we're neither malnourished nor over-nourished.
But none of this convinces Aunt Petunia. She insists I'm too thin, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Speaking of Aunt Petunia, I have to mention Sirius. Because soon, I might have to start calling him Uncle Sirius.
Don't ask me why; I don't know what happened either. I remember that before I turned six, my godfather often visited Aunt Petunia's house during his weekend breaks, and they got along quite well.
But half a year later, something happened, and Aunt Petunia, in a fit of rage, screamed "You murderer!" and chased Sirius out with a broom.
Since then, Sirius couldn't openly show his face around Aunt Petunia's house without risking her screams and any objects she could grab. Luckily, Sirius had a trick up his sleeve. Did I mention? Oh, he can transform into a handsome black dog.
Since Sirius never revealed his dog form to Aunt Petunia, he could occasionally sneak around her neighborhood as a dog and be 'kindly' taken in by me. At first, Aunt Petunia was terrified of the large black dog and wouldn't let him near me. But Sirius, pretending to be a gentle, obedient, and pitiful stray, won her over.
After that, Sirius often spent his weekends disguised as a dog in Aunt Petunia's garden. Aunt Sawyer seemed to have noticed a few times, recognizing Sirius's dog form, but she never exposed him. Thank goodness, or Aunt Petunia would have given him an earful.
I thought they were done for, with me stuck in the middle, afraid to ask. But recently, things have taken a strange turn that I don't understand. Aunt Sawyer, however, laughed and told me to get ready to call Sirius "Uncle."
The world of adults is really complicated.
Some Day, Some Month, 1990
On the way to school today, I again met strangers waving at me from a distance. Although Aunt Sawyer told me about the "Savior" story and I could guess they were wizards curious about the savior, I still find it unsettling.
Being a legendary savior is a thankless job.
In the magical world, you get stared at like an alien, wherever you go. Strangers and acquaintances alike shower you with flattery, and you have to be careful of being followed by paparazzi.
It's like being a celebrity on TV—seemingly glamorous but with no privacy, where fame comes with pressure.
Besides, there's no appearance fee or endorsement fee for being a savior.
Overall, it's a tiring and thankless job, and unfortunately, it's mine to bear.
Fortunately, until I turn 11, I don't have to face this. Because I've been well protected, many curious and probing wizards are kept at bay by my guardians.
I vaguely remember, when I was little, strangers often came to the house, wanting to express their gratitude and admiration for the savior.
They meant no harm, but it was annoying.
Later, Aunt Sawyer, Uncle Sev, Aunt Petunia, and Godfather Sirius took me to see Mr. Dumbledore. I'm not sure what they discussed, but soon after, Aunt Sawyer moved us. Aunt Petunia moved too, and both houses ended up in the same community.
Since moving at age five, I've lived in a Muggle neighborhood, attending a Muggle kindergarten and primary school, where I'm just an ordinary boy named Harry Potter.
I have another year of peace before entering the wizarding world and facing more than just friendly strangers. For now, I'd rather hide at home!
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Yu_Chan_6421 And done! This should be the final end of this translated story. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the journey so far! This was one of the fanfics I really like, just because of the female protagonist and how it's paced.
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