".... Are they dumb....."
"....Stupid..."
".....Can't even read....."
These comments swirled around Harry mind as he tried to fall asleep on a cold October night. At first he'd thought that Hogwarts would be an escape from the bullies of the world, yet he found that even at Hogwarts, bullies were a problem.
Nearly two months into his schooling, his grades were minimal. Barley passing any of his classes, only with the help of McGonagall did he even finish his essays. In practical, he excelled (much to Snape's annoyance) but he couldn't write essays very well.
It wasn't even his spelling, with his perfect memory, he memorised words without a problem, even if he didn't have a perfect memory, he would just use a self correcting quill (Alice used them for everything.) But it wasn't that, it was the quality of his writing. His writing was messier than Ron's room. It didn't help that he was left handed so his letters were always crooked. Then using bloody parchment didn't help either.
The teachers always docked marks because they couldn't read it
Snape never missed an opportunity to mention to the class on Gryffindor's and Slytherin's in his potion class about how awful they were doing in class and how they were barely passing.
Harry was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to do that.
Since starting Hogwarts, sleeping had been a problem. He'd become horribly paranoid, only really sleeping once or twice a week. He was used to people trying to get revenge on him, to strike him when he was weak. If Snape hadn't been a teacher, Harry was sure he would have tried to kill him by now.
Now, laying in his comfy four poster bed, he missed his cot back at the Weasley's more than ever.
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The next morning Harry was in shit mood. It was Halloween. Harry hated Halloween. It was the day snake face came and decided to take his life in his white snake like hands and kill his parents.
Harry and Alice kept to themselves, not bothering to explain their mood. Of course some of the older students knew exactly what the day was. But they weren't mourning anyone's death, they were celebrating. Celebrating that Voldemort was dead at the cost of two lives and two childhoods.
The day past without any disturbances, although Snape was worse than usual of that was even possible. He had swooped around the classroom like overgrown bat barking orders at everyone, even the Slytherin's.
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I know it's short but I didn't want it to be like 1000 words when I could make 2 chapters instead. The next one is pretty long though (900ish words)
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Fighting Darkness
FanfictionHarry and his twin sister Alice have been living with the Dursleys for six years, ever since their parents died when they were a year old. Mr. Dursley is anything but kind, and enjoys taking his anger out on the two for their "Freakishness" or whate...
