Change the Past (A Drarry Fanfic)

Harry's friend, Hermione had died. She was dead. He had killed her. HE did...well..not really, actually. She died after getting killed by Bellatrix when they were in the Malfoy Manor. But it was his fault. All. His. Fault. It was his fault that they were friends, it was his fault that Hermione had gotten caught up in this mess. If they weren't friends, she would've been safer. Harry watched his own friend and Ron had just watched the love of his life die. It broke Ron. It shook him to the core and it was all Harry's fault.

The war was over and they had won, but Harry felt no satisfaction. No victory. Harry hasn't been keeping up with the days, weeks, months that passed. He allowed the Dursleys to lock him the cupboard for who knows how long. He had not idea what was going on in the ouside world. The antidepressants (In other words, "Happy Pills" worked terribly but it numbed him. Days and nights would pass and watery soup was just the little things that kept him going)

One day, he awoke in the past.

He was first brought to re-experience his mother and father's death before traveling to the Summer before his fourth year. This time, he was going to avoid his friends as much as he could. He was going to do everything himself until he was able to convince the headmaster to let him resort. This time, Harry wasn't going to be in Gryffindor. He was going to be farthest away from Hermione, Ron, Neville, and all the others. And who is most opposed and furthest away from Gryffindor?

Slytherin.

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NOT MY ART :)
NOT MY CHARACTERS

Warning: Lots of angst and fluff