Smorg

A/N: This fic was written in reply to all those stupid self insertion fics that have been popping up lately. This one is inspired by My Immortal and other HP Mary-sues, but is no where near a self insertion fic. It deals with serious issues of a Seventh year Slytherin who has serious depression and not a friend at Hogwarts. This OC is set in an AU HP world as Harry is doing his last year and Dumbledore is still alive. Any grammar and spelling mistakes are purely my fault as I do have a bit of trouble with Grammar. This is a five part story, Please R&R. And feedback and help would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

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Day 1.

The wind roared and icy gale and hail pounded me as I made my way to the carriages that took us to the castle. I shivered, not so much because of the cold and more because of the thought of the approaching school year. I was in my last year at Hogwarts and I was probably the only wizard in the world that hated it here. Ever since my first year I had been an outcast. Alone in the world were I did belong. I am a pure-blood wizard, the name is Steven Moore, and I am in Slytherin. However my fellow Slytherins are only too quick to tell me I should be in Hufflepuff. I raised my arm to protect my head against the incoming bullets of ice and choose a carriage right at the back, where I knew I would be alone. The Thestral stared at me intently as I clambered into the relative warmth of the mouldy carriage. A chill overcame me, as I looked back at the horse-like creature, the memories of the death of my brother in his third year, my first, at Hogwarts. That was the day I lost everything.

The carriage moved and I watched with trepidation as the castle drew closer, I was through the gates, now there was no going back. I had begged my mother not to send me back this year, but she wanted me to get my NEWTS and I couldn't bring myself to hurt her after she had lost so much, first my bother and then my father was killed in his line of work. My father cared for magical creatures and sometimes they got a bit out of hand, this time he had been savaged by a dragon and died in St. Mungos a week later. It came to a stop and I exited, the Thestral seemed to sense my anxiety and licked my hand as I passed. I gave it a brief smile and stroked its head once before taking a deep breath and following the sea of black through the castle doors.

The entrance hall was blindingly bright compared to the blackness outside. Dripping wet and disgruntled students flowed into the Great hall like an unending line of ants. I tried to keep as inconspicuous as possible but it wasn't long before I was spotted by the one person I had been trying to avoid. Draco Malfoy and his group of Slytherin cronies. Malfoy, now also in his seventh year, yelled out over the sea of pointed hats to me, I tried to hide but it seemed every head pointed in my direction as though a spotlight was shining down on me. "Smorg, I thought you would have quit this year and went to join the Muggles. You're worse than a Blood Traitor, you might as well be a mudblood." Malfoy's friends roared with heinous laughter. I felt rage boil in my blood but it was soon replaced by deep despair. I just wanted it to be over, for me to be alone. Someone bumped into me, and I stumbled into a crowd of people that hissed angrily and pushed me away. I felt to the floor, sprawled out on my back and scrambled back to my feet to the roar of laughter.

There were a few more bursts of soft laughter all around me and a couple of people called out more insults at me, I hung back and waited for them all to go. I couldn't help but stop the tears well in my eyes. Self-hatred clawed at my chest. Malfoy's sleek blond hair stood out against the black, and I watched him depart to the Great Hall. Every now and again he would look over his shoulder and smirk at me. I looked at the ground, desperate to become invisible.

"Moore, what are you doing here still?" A crisp female voice asked and I looked up to see Professor McGonagall looking at me sternly. I met her eye briefly and quickly looked away, realising too late that she had seen the wet tear traverse my cheek. Her expression softened slightly and she said softly. "You don't want to miss the feast now." I shook my head, except that was exactly what I wanted to do was miss the feast. I wanted to be alone, but now I headed unwillingly towards the Great Hall, McGonagall walking close behind me.

I slid as silently as I could down to the Slytherin table. I could feel eyes on me as I choose a set as far away from Malfoy as I could, but that didn't stop him and his gang flashing smug grins at me in intervals. I picked up a fork and stabbed hopelessly at a potato. I didn't want to eat, and every time I contemplated taking a bite my stomach turned over and I felt a wave of nausea devour my insides. I took a sip of water, as I did not like pumpkin juice, but that did not help quell the fire inside me. I looked down at the table, desperate not to look anywhere else until Dumbledore dismissed us.

I was the first one to leave the table when the word to leave was given. I hurried from the Hall to the corridor that led to the dungeons. People pointed at me and laughed as I passed, meaning that the story of what happened in the entrance hall was already doing the rounds. I began to run blindly, shouting the password to the common-room from a metre away, I didn't want to stop and I didn't until I reached the confinement of the seventh year dormitory. I ripped the hanging around my bed as fast as I could and got into it, still fully dressed. I just wanted to hide away from them, knowing full well that I would have to face them tomorrow in class.

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