AN: Hello. I am a 22-year-old involuntary celibate, incel in short, which means that unlike most I am aware that women only like abusive chads. I am from Atlanta, but I will not tell you my name. I am also more intelligent than most people, because I already have a STEM degree.Yes, I am straight, white, and a male. If that offends you, stop reading this story and go cry to your sjw friends.Literature and writing are far below my level as a talented engineer (I am more intelligent than any English major and I can show that in a rational debate) but seeing as all of entertainment is being taken over by postmodern sjw's, I must use alternative channels like this to spread the truth about the plague of toxic femininity and corruption. This fanfiction will absolutely not stand with forced diversity or political correctness. If you don't like that, feel free to leave.
Harry Potter was feeling strange for the past few months. A sort of distress grew in his head that he simply could not put his finger on, it felt like Harry was growing angry at the world ever since he started year four at Hogwarts. At first Harry told himself, it must be the tournament making him nervous, but he was becoming convinced that that was not the case. Harry watched as all the attractive French women that came to his school kept flirting and hooking up with the hypermasculine, aggressive jocks from the other guest school and whenever that happened Harry felt like vomiting and he felt his heart drop. What if that was related to how I am feeling, he thought to himself privately. Then a fateful moment happened and changed his away of seeing things forever. But I digress.
On a snowy winter day in December, two months after the start of the tournament and shortly before Christmas, Harry was eating his usual meal consisting of cereal and milk made out of soy, even though he was worried about the worrying issues that soy can a man like him, but Hermione forced it on him so he ate it every day. This made Harry gain weight and made Harry weaker, but he could not refuse to do as Hermione said. After breakfast he had a free day, so he went to the owl tower because after Ron and Hermione started growing closer to each other and away from him, Hedwig was the only friend of his who understood him, and while talking to Hedwig Harry realized that he completely forgot about the Christmas Ball that was supposed to involve all competing schools of the tournament that year. He had no idea whom to invite when suddenly a familiar Asian Ravenclaw girl showed up in the door and alerted Harry with her footsteps, who then turner around and looked at her. At first he was only undressing her with his eyes in his imagination, not because he considered her attractive but he was lacking the presence of a submissive female in his life in a way that Hermione could not provide, but then he realized that he had to say something too, therefore he found a few words force out of his throat.
"Hello, Cho." Harry stuttered indecisively.
"What's up, Harry?" she greeted kindly.
Harry continued curiously: "May I invite you to the Christmas Ball, Lady?"
"I am sorry Harry, someone invited me already," she whispered submissively: "But if you want, I can send you photos of me with him."
Upon hearing these words Harry gagged silently, because he did not know why, but this provoked strong anger not only at her but at women too, even at Hermione who was like his sister. He had no words to express it, but she had no right to reject and friendzone him. What happened to Asian women being helpful? Are they becoming corrupted by modernity like their white counterparts? Harry simply could not believe this and he stormed off subtly. He went to the bathroom to brood. There he heard a familiar, cunty voice.
"Feeling down, eh, Potter?" said a familiar male voice with the tone of someone ridiculing him. Harry turned around and saw Malfoy standing there smugly as he continued.
"Looks like a female rejected you." Malfoy noted accurately. "You know, that happens to nice guys like us. A female drops all the signs but in the end it is just to trick and use us nice guys while she is the sex slave for some chad." Harry saw the truth in Malfoy's words and he saw how it tied into his anger, but he did not know what to do about it.
"What can I do about it?" Harry asked Malfoy in the tone of someone who is lost, almost forgetting their long-standing conflict.
"I took the red pill and became an incel." Malfoy stated informatively. "I am more aware of society than all these bluepilled normie betas and chads. Now instead of pursuing frivolities like romance, I pursue a scientific way of spreading my seed: social engineering and pick-up artistry."
Harry's orbs widened as he turned from angry to interested, because this was what he was looking for. Malfoy had a point, women really seemed to go after the chads like Cedric and the other school's male students, but using this new awareness, he could rise up above the rest of the pathetic society at Hogwarts.
To be continued.