isolement

"It is said in an old tale that Harry Potter's loneliness took its toll and his health began to suffer." Spoke a middle-aged man, a book clutched in hand with a smile plastered on his face as he spoke.

The young wizards looked at him, mesmerized by their History of Magic teacher's narrating skills.

He always sent an eerie aura, but he never failed to entertain those around him. His name was said to be "Hermes Peverell" and he looked undeniably handsome for a man in his mid-40's and was generously kind.

Always referred to as a private man, one you cannot know everything about. But you can tell so little.

Everyone would describe as a man with a heart of a lion with a soul of an angel.

But yet, you can always see the flash of self-confidence disappearing every now and then.

His past haunting him within.