Harry Potter was a disappointment to the former Death Eaters. Without the nascent warlock of incredible power they'd hoped for, they turned to other avenues. But among there was a younger, more impressionable mind, who saw potential that others didn't—and may, honestly, be entirely in his head. A tale of friendship in the face of adversity, food, confused dogs, and the Merry Men.

Dropped alone in a world of magic that seems strangely familiar, I must take up arms to save the day-or I could just tell Dumbledore and let him deal with it? Yeah, I prefer that idea. A Harry Potter Self-Insert fic.