Freaks don't deserve to speak.
And being a freak is all Harry Potter knows.
Surprised by a reunion with a family he has been told never wanted him and starteled by the acceptace of magic in the wizarding world, Haryy finds himself curious and in love with his nw life. Everything is wonderful - well, as long as he ignores the ugly sneer on his twin's face, the disgust in his father's eyes, and the bearded man who has fucking twinkling eyes.
Instead, he focuses on the the airy blonde-haired girl that makes him smile, the steele-eyed boy who defends him, and the clumsy plant lover who is probobly the bravest person Harry has ever met. He also can't help but focus on the shadowy figure that seens to float behind his Defence professor and the stone of life singing to him from its hiding place in the castle.
Status: On going
