My name is Harry. Harry Potter. As it is, you probably already know who I am. Perfect, raised right, Boy-Who-Lived.
Ever since day one I was treated like a house elf. Then, my letter came.
I bought supplies for Hogwarts, and headed off.
Fast forward seven years. Blah blah blah.
Kill the one that murdered my parents? Been there, done that.
Got the choice to redo my seventh year. Accepted.
But I was ignored, forgotten. Abandoned.
All my friends left me behind, like I was a used tool. Only one to talk to me was Neville and Draco. Strange, isn't it....
I was used, and forgotten. Here, is my story.
Part 2 coming soon, feel like putting this out and going to sleep, sorry!