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elanor_xWho is Harry Potter?
Today I decided to write my first master-class, which is an attempt to analyze a certain character/phenomenon from different angles based on the fan fiction's excerpts (this is a special edition of summery executions).
Today under the microscope is The Unquestionable Hero of the series, TBHL or Harry Potter. Why do we love (or not) him so? And above all- what is so special about him? I hope my humble attempt at answering those global questions will shed some light on this Chosen Character.
Harry Potter is not only a teenage boy, but also:
1. Unconventional anatomy Or Intriguing appearance:
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Hermione could no longer contain herself and unnoticeably even to Malfoy showed him a finger. But, for the objectiveness' sake, she couldn't prevent acknowledging that Harry's eyes, if they weren't green, really would be cow like - similarly big on a skinny and pale face, waterish and infinitely sad, as if their owner apprehended that sooner or later he will be made mincemeat of.
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Reddening like HP's scar, Allen ran away from the cabinet.
me: I am sure the scar isn't red. It wouldn't be aesthetic.
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Behind the window it was raining. HP glanced at the heavy drops of rain, falling on the roof…
?How long should his neck be
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The new shoes were so handsome that Harry couldn't stop looking at his reflection. His face got distorted at different angles and created a very handsome portrait.
me: In this fic Harry should look like a phantom of the opera in comparison to Voldie's beauty to make this sentence logical. ***
Harry sadly looked after the station-house as the train was leaving the station, leaning unto the window with his forehead, which was becoming smaller and smaller.
me: Just change place of 6 words in each sentence and keep springing surprises on your English teacher.
* The-Boy- resilient-as-a cockroach
* The-Boy- Who-will-stay-a boy-all-life-and-no way-will-reach-a man
* The-Boy- Who-was- contused-in-childhood
* The-Boy- Who-went-only-out-of-his-mind!
* The Potty tyke (by Draco)
* The-Boy- Who-Lived-And-Afterward-Lived-Once-Again
* The-Boy- Who-Lived-Himself-But-Doesn't-Allow-Others-Live-Quietly
* The-Boy- Who-Сan-Survive-Even-An-Earthquake
* The-Boy-Who-Couldn't-Have-Died-Already-Six-times
* The-Boy-Who-ALWAYS-gets-in-the-way-when-isn't-needed-and-when-needed-no way-is-found
* The Boy Who Lived Indecently Many Times
* The-Boy-Who-blah-blah-blah…
* The-Boy-Who-the rest-ask-Slytherins
*The-Boy-Who-Already-wanted-to-hang himself (when will he hang himself at last?!)
*The-Boy-Who-Wholeheartedly -Condemned- Feudal-Loyalty (me: where did this come from?!)
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When Harry, flying over the lake, shouted:
- Yahoo!!! Yahoo!!!
Enamored Hermione put her hand on her heart and said:
- Tarzan… No, naturally Tarzan!!!
3. Life philosophy:
Harry: Sometimes you need to live on the edge to live properly. Take a few risks every once in a while.
4. A secret heart's desire:
- Yes, the Dark Lord certainly has numerous cares:
- Kill this,
- torture that!
- Wish I had such a job instead of this cursed weeding the garden! - thought Harry going "home".
- If it were not for Ron, Harry wouldn't leave from Colin even a mouse's scalp
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- Harry, unnoticeably to himself, slightly calmed down, the desire to slit the man's throat disappeared. But to hit him with legs…
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Harry hated himself as he heard his cruel voice echoing in his mind. That hissing voice, which filled those hateful words with poison.
me: The hissing voice is usually associated with V in most fanfics.
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Harry, finding out about it, helped him to get rid of a couple of teeth
me: He is like a free dentist.
OR (intriguingly)
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Everybody loves differently. And how does Harry Potter love? Characters: HP, Voldemort.
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And here children saw DEs. They were killing some centaur. Harry said: I will save them!
The DEs?
6. Favored, helpful friends.
Harry stared into Dumbledore's blue eyes. He felt that Dumbledore was trying to bore into his mind and extract his thoughts by force. Harry tore his eyes away and began staring at Ron …
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Ron to Harry: "Neville says it's entertaining watching you and Snape have a row."
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Ginny decisively knocked Harry off the chair (she is strong…)
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He approached Hermione, gently raised her head and slapped her several times. The girl weakly moaned and regained consciousness! And here began the most interesting, she kicked him hard in the stomach and leapt aside…
This is not surprising considering:
7. a) Harry's friendly attitude:
Harry thought it would be rude to simply kick her out of the house, considering that she had taken care of Dana (Harry's 3 years old daughter) while he'd been in his coma that Hermione dragged him out of…"Thank you," he said again. "For everything. Really. You're welcome here anytime." Harry thought that last bit might be a little much, but she was helpful in more ways than one.
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"Yeah," Ron said delicately, pushing his chair still further back.
"Ron, I'm not going to hit you." Harry said. "You don't have to back away from me."
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When she (Hermione) ran into the parlor, she saw dead Victor and weeping nearly Harry.
- What happened???
- I… I… I… killed him…
Ron was standing nearly and was weeping too:
- Harry used Avada Kedavra.
8. b) Sober mind:
/Each emphasized letter starts a quote from another fanfic or from a totally different place in the same fanfic. I tried to create a humorous story& italicized the funniest places./
Even Harry Potter became an evil spirit, but is forced to hide it.
Waking or sleeping Harry heard a mysterious voice, calling him to the Axis of times.
Harry tried to mask his despair. He wasn't sure he was stable, well-grounded, of a sound mind.
His brain clanked mechanically, trying to find the answers to the questions he so desperately needed.
Suddenly, as if something came into Harry's head, he looked at the world differently.
Harry smiled but it wasn't a normal, make-you-feel-good-and-confident smile.
For the rest of the night he had been fiercely pinching himself, and afterwards took his suitcase, found Sirius' knife, from which only a stab-awl was left, and with its help finally assured that he wasn't asleep.
Harry's face had gone from pink to green in a fraction of a second and he felt rather faint. "Yeah. Fine," he managed, though he could feel his light, unstable minded head floating away. "Fine."
In the morning:
Harry's ghost came out of the bathroom.
- Harry, who killed you?- asked Hermi.
- Nobody. I have only myself to thank.
"Yeah," she replied, but she didn't walk out. She had a strange but determined look on her face; one he hadn't seen on her. Harry was about to ask what the problem was, but Hermione had made up her mind.
…
"Something is rotten in the state of
"Harry, did you hear voices last night?" she pressed on… "I did not hear voices," Harry said truthfully. He hadn't heard voices, but a voice.
Vanessa continued. “Harry seems to be a different breed in that his psyche isn’t like other men, or people for that matter. He tends to be rash, quick thinking, has serious temper issues, and a tendency toward violence. But everyone has some issue or two, let us remember that,” she said.
Hermione looked down at her hands and sniffed.
If Harry were of sound mind, he certainly would cave it in on those present.
9. Problems
The only real problem was that Ron seemed to doubt Harry’s sanity as each day passed.
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Some at the Ministry thought Harry’s soul was now in the body of someone else. Preposterous, but that’s what they believed.
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Harry is 17 at last. He, as expected, suffers from scruples of conscience and love for Ginny, wants to find the left Horcruxes, but gets into Azkaban. In short, he has the array of problems.
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To whom should he write? Dumbledore? He will raise the alarm… And what is the alarm needed for now? Sirius? No, he will tell Dumbledore about this, and they will start beating the alarm together! Hermione? She will tell everything to Dumbledore and Sirius- they will already become the threesome…
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Harry conquered Voldemort. But the inward peace didn't arrive.
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In the summer after the fifth year Harry Potter is captured by Voldemort. The Dark Lord longs for vengeance.
In the dormitory Ron's bed curtain was lowered. Harry glanced there and didn't understand, whether Ron was there or not. But Harry was too tired to guess and think something about this matter.
"I will think about it tomorrow", - he decided.
He is just like Scarlet!
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Harry started staring at Voldemort and shouted:
-POLICEMEN!!!!!
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Harry, a man, whose universal solution to his problems was breaking things
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May be, to connect all this? To write Voldemort something like:
"Dear Voldemort, Harry Potter is writing to you! The Dursleys have annoyed me to death. Can't you help me in that? For instance, to kill them, a? Well, or at least to torture them a bit, for a change!"
- And below a signature- " Yours respectfully H.P."
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"I still can't understand why wasn't I sorted into Slytherin?"
The book emitted a creak, more resembling a laugh. Sarcastic laugh.
"Well, you know, I am tired to answer this question for the hundredth time. You have asked the Hat yourself"
"Go to hell!"
"I will go, and you will stay stuck, and afterwards again, for the 101 time will ask me your favorite question. And if you tell me to go again, I assure you…"
Not waiting until the end of the phrase, Harry seized a quill and cursing wrote:
"ENOUGH!"
me: If you haven't understood, in this fic Harry communicates with a diary number 2, containing a bit of V's soul, somehow years after V's defeat.
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"Hermione is handy in libraries, you know," Ron said again. "She could probably figure out the inscription. We should ask her."
"No," Harry said again, this time more firmly. "I don't need her help." … (The 'surprising' result :)
"So you had just found out the truth of the Dagger of Ithaca," Marc continued, ignoring Harry's remark. "Vanessa Deverauex hustled you and got you to pay her 125 galleons for vague information. Then what?"
11. Unexpected discoveries:
Harry caught Snape and killed him. And afterwards it turned out that the former Portions master wasn't guilty of anything.
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Harry had been laughing like mad, until at last fell on the floor and felt a GREEN tree, exactly green
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He put the glasses on and the sight was astounding: in front of him was standing… this Harry couldn't explain in any way, but in front of him was standing an ELF.
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Harry looked in the mirror and was amazed at his looking so dense
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/my favorite quote/
(Harry and Ron in the public library after graduating from Hogwarts (working as Aurors) searching for a specific book to solve a new mystery)
Harry passed loud air through his nose. "I'm Harry Potter," he said firmly. She looked up.
"I'm Vanessa Deverauex," she said, grabbing and shaking Harry's limp hand. "It's nice to meet you. Now please, let me read." She frowned at him then attempted her book once more.
Harry sat in stunned silence. Every person he met was impressed by his simple name. Their eyes would widen, their pulse would quicken, and some would even bow down to him. Why was she so different? "No," he said, "I really am."
She looked up, now with a face of mixed frustration and irritation. "Bummer," she said in a mockingly sorrowful tone. "I'll let you have the book when I'm done with it."
"Yes, but--"
"Am I speaking in an accent or something?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure it's clear English. Do you have a hearing condition? A superiority complex? Or are you so full of yourself that you have to thrust your... celebrity in my face so you can get what you want when you want it? Have you not heard what I said? I don't really care who you are. I need to read this book and you will have to wait. End of discussion."
12:But there still is the light at the end of the tunnel aka the small pleasures of life.
Blair conveniently covered his face with a file as Harry passed, so Harry knew Blair finally felt like the idiot he always was.
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“Harry Potter is handsome today!” Dobby yelled from the kitchen.
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Harry … wore what he wanted: regular trousers, a white long-sleeve button up shirt and his leather trench coat, which he hadn't adorned for months. He didn't know why but that coat made him feel powerful, not that he needed the coat to be powerful, mind you.
