History is not written, it's told

by Dark Lord Draconis Vampiri

A more realistic Harry carrying from year 4 on. Expect a little angst and some hope and disappointment. Harry is going to have to do all the things teenagers do. Daydream, do homework, and crush on hot girls. The triwizard though might put a damper on one of those things.

AN-I lost most of my files when my computer's HDD was corrupted and I have been delaying writing anything for a while. It seems like life always turns another corner when you only wish to sit and enjoy the view. Anyways, I would like to write this story. Everyone writes a dark Harry or a Gray Harry or something cliché. This probably won't be better but it's an attempt to stand out from the pack. This is an introduction, please let me know if you want more of Erebus. If you do I plan on changing the plot to show less of the Delacours perhaps leave that for later and focus on Scholomance. Anyways on LS, it will either be trashed or fully rewritten. R&R

September 1st 1994

The Hogwarts Express glimmered in the sunlight at the station. It was as beautiful as the Black Lake in early summer with the sunset hovering over the mountains. Sadly today was the last day of a vacation for many but an escape from hell for others. People like Harry Potter who escape their terrible guardians at school. Every September is the start of a new hope for every Hogwarts student, some wish to make the quidditch team others wishing simply to pass their OWLS. This was the year of peace or so Harry had hoped but History is not written for the losers. He however doesn't know that yet.

Harry had had a miserable summer, his friends were all over some went to France with their families other to places like Egypt or Morocco. Harry however was stuck in Privet Drive.

It wasn't exactly the worst few months of his life but it certainly didn't help his feeling lonely. It was like the whole world was saying to him look here or here, ha you don't get to come. It was like his life was constantly trolled by a mindless teenager. Well that's what he liked to think anyways, well that and stabbing it to death for screwing him over so much.

Sometimes the Dursley's take over his mind's image of what is constantly holding him back not a dark lord, not an evil headmaster, simply 3 people without the slightest bit of remorse. It was almost enjoyable watching them scream for help in his head, but alas it wasn't meant to be. Harry as much as he hated to admit it couldn't kill the Dursley's not with the constant reminder that he was being watched. The letter from the ministry answered that along with a long chat with Neville over how magic was detected. Fucking Magic sensors installed in Muggleborn houses. He had to admit it was barbaric but it worked.

Still after that terrible summer, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face as he first saw the Hogwarts Express. This was his year, no psychopaths, no incompetent teachers, and finally no Snape. In one of the happiest moments in his existence he heard Snape had been fired for misappropriating funds from the apothecary fund. Slughorn was back or whatever that meant and he was going home to the one place he felt loved, Hogwarts.

AN- I haven't forgotten the other stories either. I am roadblocked on most.