A Harry Potter Fanfiction that actually stars the scarred hero himself.
By Suchan and Silver
Warnings: A change in Harry's scar shape, and people befriending Voldemort. And a guy who just can't stay out of trouble. Poor guy.
Rating: PG-13
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Prologue. "Trouble Magnet"
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Hey. My name's Saga. Yes. Seriously. Please stop laughing. Anyway, I'm a wizard. Yes. A wizard.
I know a Muggle like you would find it hard to believe that there's real magic in the world, but there is. I should know. It gets me out of scrapes sometimes, but mostly into them. You see, I've been mostly left on my own since my mom died.
She had sent me to St. Gargoylia's School of Magic for seven years, starting when I was eight. But when Mom suddenly died of a bronchitis complication, I had no means of finishing school. I left to see the world.
I'm seventeen. Actually, any moment now, I'm supposed to be eighteen… eleven fifty-nine forty-three, eleven fifty-nine forty-four… Today is March fourth. For a few more seconds…oh, no, wait. It's the fifth. Happy Birthday to me, I guess.
Not much to celebrate. I barely have a place of my own. The repo's came by last night and took my junker of a car. No bother. Gas was too expensive anyway. I think there's a bike somewhere in the parking garage I can use.
So where was I? Oh, yes, I'm a eighteen year old wizard, and I'm a trouble magnet.
My name is Saga Brumsfellow. As of recently, I was attending St. Brutus' Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, with a Muggle, a Boy Who Lived, and a girl. This is our story, which begins for me at least, on a fairly pleasant Saturday night……
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End Prologue.