Harry tells the true accounts of his Hogwarts adventures, revealing many shocking secrets. Slytherin!Harry, Character death, eventual MxM slash, slight noncon, lots of snarky humour, AU after OOTP.
story origon on fanfiction . net
by vetis
one of my all time favs
Disclaimer: Not mine, just taking them out to play for a bit.
Prologue:
Shadows abound in the musty corridors of Hogwarts. Some find solace in the darkness, a place to hide from the world or just to relax in dark's comforting embrace. Others shun the shadows and darkness, fearing the loss of light which allows them to pretend that they have some control over their lives. There was one, however, who did not fear the shadows, nor embraced them, but rather used them in ways that shook this school to its foundation.
Despite a life that was later found out to be one of nothing but constant pain and hardship, he did not waver in the end, and with his actions he protected us all. Those who had shunned him, hurt him, and made his life far worse than any of us could possibly dream, were saved by the very creature we helped condemn. I can't help but think that this was, in some way, the greatest prank ever played, something that the Marauders of old would have loved to claim. Perhaps he's somewhere looking at us now, laughing to himself as those who survived live each day with the almost crushing weight of well deserved guilt. Just the thought produces a feeling akin to cold water running down my spine, considering the note on which we parted.
For those of you who have the stomach, let me relate the tale of our cursed savior, who was known to most as Harry Potter, but like everything else about him we aren't even certain that this was his real name. Very few have access to most of the story as it really happened, and only four other individuals have experienced the agony which is Harry's old pensieve, so this account of events will be as accurate as possible under the circumstances. Since no one living knows the full story, I will transcribe some of the late savior's notes and journal, which were for some reason left into my custody, into this account. One of the only constants in his life was a deep hatred of lies and skewed perceptions, so I will try to do justice to this brave, cunning, damned savior.
Journal entry-?
I would put a date, but what's the bloody point. Hard to tell, all days are blurring together. Why am I starting this journal, when I supposedly have so many confidants that see me as a true-blue happy-go-lucky friend and would never hesitate to let me pour my heart out? Gee, could it be because everyone, from my very birth, has used me as simply a means to an end, and the friends are disgusting examples of humanity. Ah yessss, that's a realization I came to a while ago, when I lay dying from basilisk venom. Wizards, muggles, they're the same bloody species, one just has a specific genetic mutation. If they were so bloody different, then there wouldn't be any interbreeding, would there now? They're all humans, the single most self-destructive species on the planet, and they have equal chances of being horrible wastes of life.
I speak as if I am not part of the huddled pathetic masses, which is for the most part true. My sometimes fans/lynch mob did get one thing right, I am not like them. If I am to look deep within my heart, I am not inclined to show mercy to any of those dirty humans. Yet even now I strive to protect a good number of them from a threat that no one save myself is aware of. I do this not for those wastes of space, but for the school, and the innocents it was built for. Lunacy, this may sound like, but dear Hogwarts, my Hogwarts, has been corrupted and turned away from its original purpose; to provide a safe place for children with magic potential to learn and grow into responsible adults without fear of harassment from the fearful mobs. Instead, it is traded and treated like a status symbol and sometimes fortress, children are no longer safe to walk its halls, and as I know from first hand experience most of the staff has no interest in the welfare of the students beyond academics, otherwise my situation would have been discovered almost instantly. Not only did they ignore the very obvious signs of abuse, but did not even blink when I emerged from the Chamber as a completely different individual.
