'Damn, why is it always me?' Harry thought. And indeed it did always seem to be Harry. No one else in his year lived with their mean aunt and fat uncle. No one else in his year had scars all over their back. No one else in his year was attacked by Voldemort as a baby, or had to kill their defense professor.
And right now, he was the only member of his year, or even the whole school, who was facing down a 60-foot, century old basilisk.
Yes Harry Potter had drawn a bad lot in life it seemed. When his parents were murdered when he was only 15 months old, he was dropped off at his aunt and uncle's house. From there, he was treated as a freak, a slave, or like an animal. He was expected to do all the chores, all the cooking and cleaning, and god forbid should he mess up, for that would earn him a beating. Only after 10 years did he finally discover he was a wizard! Then last year, he ended up having to kill his defense professor while saving the sorcerer's stone. And this year, he was subjected to pointing and murmuring where ever he walked. Everyone though he was the heir of Slytherin. It wasn't until after his best friend Hermione had been petrified that they had stopped. And now this.
Harry thought that there was no way his luck could get any worse. Of course, he was wrong. The basilisk, though blinded by Fawkes, stood before him hissing and baring its dagger like fangs. It struck, and though Harry lunged, pushing the sword forward with his left arm, and managed to stab it through its mouth and into its head, one of the fangs sunk deep into his shoulder, just behind the collarbone. He felt the burning of the venom even as the giant serpent died.
As he stabbed the diary, and the specter of Tom Riddle disappeared, he wondered if anyone would remember him after his death. Then everything faded to black.
Harry woke up to white in every direction. He groaned, getting to his feet, and noticed that he was incredibly sore. He also noticed he was naked. He quickly covered himself before remembering that he was all alone. He looked around, and the best he could figure was that he was in a giant room, maybe a gym, or something like the Great Hall. He was just wondering what he should do when he heard a feminine voice ring out.
"Harry? What are you doing here?"