Harry Potter Fanfiction: Reborn of the Soul

I won't choose to die just because I am going to die. That would erase the meaning of the struggle that kept me alive. - Redieve Redieve, the saddest thing isn't having a brain as clumsy as a troll's, but having a mind with no logic, like a Muggle. All right, I'll let you cry on my shoulder for a while. - Draco As for the blurb, I can only write this much. Even a few words can't stop me from wanting to spoil the story → → Since there are so many HP fanfics, some similarities are inevitable. If anything's the same, consider me the one who copied you. I trust my dears won't think that way. Let me state here that I'm terrible at writing. I can't write, I can only read. If you ask why I keep putting myself through this, all I can say is that it's the work of the troll-sized brain sitting on my neck. As for the tone, let me say again that I'm the type who loves angst. There might be a few unpleasant little twists along the way, so don't be fooled. I'm no good at writing lighthearted HE stories. Only a perfect BE is my style, so get your tissues ready (→ → the ending seems a long way off). This story won't redeem anyone. I'm not skilled enough, and I might end up making them villains instead. But this isn't purely plot-driven, so some parts might give you a different impression. I write these characters according to my own understanding of them. The author only loves dark female leads! I won't pretend that, on the surface, the heroine of this story hasn't completely gone dark. This is the kind of corruption story I've always wanted to write, but I promise I won't make you hate her (too much)!