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So, the thing about attending Hogwarts is that Harry always fucks shit up.
Now, don't get me wrong. He's a great guy. A wonderful friend even. But he's also got the worse luck known to man. Or maybe the best luck depending on how you view the story. Either way, he was responsible (directly and inadvertently) for about every major crisis the school had experienced during his time there.
Did I particularly care? No.
Did I find it funny as hell? Fuck yeah.
Did I realize I was next on the cosmic hit list? Not at the time.
Of course, that was until I was given the Marty Mcfly treatment and sent decades into the past to deal with a certain psychopathic, homicidal maniac in his youth.
But hey, when life gives you lemons and all that jazz.
So here's the story about how I :
*) Was friends with Harry Potter
*) Time traveled to the 40's
*) Befriended a certain youthful dark lord
*) And somehow contributed to his defeat
All in all, not a shabby list for a kid from Chicago. And despite how many times I was hit, hexed, and threatened with death, well, at least I get a book deal out of it.
So thanks to Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, Albus [insert a thousand middle names I can't remember] Dumbledore. To all my other friends and teachers I don't have the time nor energy to list (believe me I could have a whole chapter on that), you were just as important to me (but not you Filch) and I hope you're all doing well.
To my parents, I wish you could have been there to see me.
To Tom fucking Riddle, Don't burn out too fast in Hell. I'll be joining you soon.