Prologue
Harry sat seething in the cool, damp grass by the black lake. It was like second year all over again, only this time that ginger arsehole Ron was rallying his fellow housemates against him. It was made worse by the fact Hermione avoided him at any chance she got, probably trying to keep out of her best two best friend's fights. He sighed and hurled another rock into the cold depths before him. He hadn't put his name into that bloody goblet. I mean he was Harry fucking Potter, he was famous enough as it was despite his hatred of that fact. What he wouldn't have given to be just another average school kid with parents that cared about him and friends that didn't stab him in the back.
The rage inside him was slowly bubbling up, first at Ron, but soon spreading to the rest of his house. What was it McGonagall had said to them just before he was sorted into Gryffindor? 'Your house will be like your family' ironic really he thought, the only family he had left treated him with spite and indifference as well so really, he shouldn't have been too surprised when they showed their true colours. For a house that hated Slytherins, Lions could be rather treacherous he mused. After all he'd done for them as well, all the times he'd almost single-handedly put them in the lead for the house cup, won countless quidditch matches, and saved them from Voldemort, not once, but twice - even saving that entitled ginger prick's sister the second time, not that he seemed to remember that obviously.
"Well," he muttered angrily, "if they don't want me, then that's it, they're not getting another bloody favour from me ever again, I'm done with them." Grabbing another stone, he saw one of the giant squids tentacles breach the surface. Taking aim, he hurled the stone viciously at the appendage, smirking to himself as it made contact and the tentacle vanished back beneath the surface. He heard the twig crunch just before the voice spoke out in an overly sweet, sing-song tone, "Hello Harry Potter." His fingers tightened around his wand, "I don't care who that is, but I'm not in the mood for more bullshit, so piss off or I'll make sure I practice every hex I know."
"Oh no Harry Potter," she responded, a bit of confusion in your voice, "I believe you didn't put your name in, but I notice you seem a bit short on friends, something I've experienced since my first day, I thought maybe we could be friends?" Harry turned around, a little intrigued to see a rather cute, wispy blonde girl beaming at him with one of the most genuine smiles he'd ever seen...