The Rewrite is up! So sorry for the late months, something I can clearly see I took my time on. I hope you can like the prologue and I've got a sneak peek for yall to entice those waiting!
(as a side note, everything here will go up on AO3 first and foremost, if you want them a little faster, as slow as I am)
If Harry was being honest with himself, he would probably, rather definitely be anywhere but here in the sewage dump of forgotten ancestors and giant chicken killing snakes.
Especially the giant snake that was slithering words in his head like a bad out of tune tele that he's heard his Uncle rage over. It was a weird thought to have when he had to fight said snake. Well, ok maybe it's not as weird a thought to have when you're a couple of hundred feet below a school full of magical people that have better experience than he has that would be better off then he is right now.
'In hindsight,' he thinks, laying in a puddle of his own blood, the *basilisk's* blood, what felt to be probably his own pain-panicked vomit, sweat, tears and venom, plus some other sewer unmentionables.
'I don't have very good eyesight at all.'
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from magic I bare my soul (from embers, a spark begins to grow)