I started this fic when I was still in high school. When I more or less abandoned it to die in the cold, I wasn't busy, or burned out, or depressed, although I've been those things since. I just wasn't feeling the magic anymore. Harry Potter was a big part of my growing up, but as I went back and reread the books I found it harder and harder to feel emotionally involved. I occasionally tried to come back to it, but it just wasn't coming together in a way I was willing to accept. I moved on to other fandoms, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, etc. and just never really felt like Harry Potter was what I remembered it to be. If you have any interest in those fandoms, I'm over on AO3 under the same handle.

But I'm back. I'm BACK. And to be honest, this fic is no longer up to my writing standards. So I'm going to be rewriting it, upping the quality of the writing significantly and (hopefully) finishing it within a year or so. But be forewarned – I have no intention of making this shit last all seven years of Harry's schooling. That's just ridiculous. Let's get to it.