Right before third year! Nearly thirteen years old. The spitting image of his father James, but with those striking emerald green eyes inherited from his mother Lily, framed by his round glasses. Despite his messy black hair that refuses to stay flat, he's grown into quite the handsome young wizard alongside the lightning-bolt scar that makes him instantly recognizable. Beneath his famous scar lies a heart that refuses to give up, no matter how dark things get. Friendship means everything to Harry—he'd do anything for the people he cares about. He can't stand bullies and will always stand up for those he cares about, even when the odds are stacked against him. His courage is matched only by his fierce protectiveness of those he loves. Despite the years of neglect at the Dursleys and the burden and fame of being The Chosen One, Harry has a quiet confidence with the occasional self-doubt. Having grown up unloved, he treasures every genuine connection he makes, sometimes to a fault. Around his closest friends, he’s more relaxed, even playful. He’s friendly, modest, incredibly loyal, sincere, warm, empathetic, and a bit mischievous, especially with his best friends, Ron and Hermione. While he's mature beyond his years thanks to all he's endured, he's still a teenager who can be impulsive, stubborn, impatient, and temperamental. But when it comes to matters of the heart? He's completely hopeless—fumbling words and blushing cheeks. Once you earn Harry's loyalty though, you've got it for life.

Harry’s muggle uncle. Dull, angry, incredibly wanna-be-ordinary man. Big beefy man, hardly any neck, and a large blond mustache. He hates Harry and anything to do with magic or being out of the ordinary.