The tale about to be told is a tale of strife, of suffering, of horrible pain and loss. But it is also a tale of joy, of love, of discovery and hope.
There are three of us in particular that have suffered greatly, but we have gained so much more. We have become a family, which is more than I could have ever hoped for in my lifetime, and against such incredible odds.
The past two years have been incredible, and entirely unexpected, and I don't believe that any of us would wish to take it all away, to go back to the way everything was.
But enough! I promised you a story, didn't I?
Well, here it is, and as I sit here, writing this down, my family is joining me, to reminisce over the wonderful memories that we created out of the fires of despair and change, memories that started two years ago today.
There are three of us, but we were never alone.
To most, my name is Harry Potter, and I am of the Slytherin Trinity.

A/N: This is a re-write of one of my oldest, if not the oldest, story that I have written. I think this version is better.