Harry Potter

He was wanted when he was born. He was loved. Born to a Gryffindor witch and a Gryffindor wizard, with a Godfather, and so much love to go around. He lived at Godric's Hollow for a year of childhood bliss. It is a shame he remembers nothing of this; his earliest memory is that of the tragedy which befell him age one. A flash of light and a high pitched laugh, a scream of pain and footsteps on the stairs. His mother stood in front of him, defiant, protecting, loving. Her body crumpling, the wand pointed at him. And... Left with a scar.

His life is not so pleasant now. His aunt who shouts and orders him around, his uncle who wishes he wasn't there and his cousin, so big, so violent, so spoilt: they all seem to hate him. But then odd things began to happen. Jumpers shrunk, hair grew and glass vanished. This scared his relatives; they watched the boy who had been left on their doorstep, change into the very being they both detested and feared. A wizard. No matter how hard they tried to stamp the magic out of him, it didn't work. Hagrid still brought him his letter.

Educated at Hogwarts, famous from the word go, but he still had real friends. A different challenge per year, fighting against the evil one. A search for a stone, a fight in a chamber, a perfect patronus and a deadly tournament. Despite his best efforts, Voldermort rose again, and the prophecy named Harry as his enemy. His quest, age seventeen, was find the Dark Lord's horcruxes and destroy them one by one. His teenage years had left him with no mentor, but in his final battle, although many people died, the dark lord was defeated.

He married the girl who had loved him since forever, a girl who had survived the final battle and grown up into a woman along the way. He had three children, each a little like him, but each different, and he gave them the childhood that he should have had. The Potter family bridged the house gap, with a child in Slytherin who was loved the same as the others. He watched them grow up, and although he missed the people he had lost, he was still happy, and he died surrounded by people he loved and who loved him in return.