WBWL story. After years of being told he was a useless squib… Harry Potter believed it and became that. Now he is thirteen and is redoing for the third time his First Year. Will he become the great wizard he was supposed to be on time? Will he ever?

Warning: Bad grammar possible as English isn't my native language.

There was only darkness in his world, even on midday or in the brightest day. It has been like that for many years. Sure, there were colors or other proofs that no, he wasn't blind but it was as if a veil was obscuring the world around him. No, Harry Potter knew darkness and he was used to it. He was no one after all.

Nathan Potter, his twin in the other hand… Nathan was the Wizarding World's Savior, the one who destroyed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while he was being his pitiful self crying in the corner. He wished he could be as strong as his twin, as smart, as brave…he wanted to be everything his twin represented in fact. But Harry knew his place; everybody was kind enough to remind him that every time they met.

He was the first born they wished they never had, the useless mouth his parents were kind enough to feed. His parents and his twin were taking care of someone as pitiful as him and Harry knew deep down that it would have been far better for them that he was never born or that they disowned him or placed him in an orphanage. He would have perfectly understood.

Even he wanted himself to have never existed in his darkest moments. He was a burden to that perfect and loving family. The stain ruining the perfect story. Harry loved them so much that there wasn't a single second when he wasn't disgusted of himself for being unable to make them proud. If only he was like Nathan…

But Harry wasn't. He wasn't the daring Gryffindor with a lot of friends. Harry James Potter was a useless squib in Hufflepuff. Hell, he didn't know how he managed to enter Hogwarts. Dumbledore, he thought. Dumbledore probably made an exception for him to avoid a scandal. No one should know the Potters had a squib. The Potters didn't deserve such a shame.

Not that it worked mind you. He should have known he couldn't fool anyone in the best school in the world. He was a squib with a wand he had taken from the attic because he had known that going to Ollivander would be a waste of time.

He was a squib. There was no way he could levitate a feather if he had no magic after all. His housemates were trying to help him but he knew this was pointless. He couldn't cast a spell and Potions…it was better if he didn't mention that. Snape's harsh words and humiliations brought him tears every single time. Neville Longbottom had nothing to complain compared to him.

The only classes where he was passable was Herbology and History but what good was that? How could anybody believe studying History was useful?

Being at Potter Manor was bad but being at Hogwarts was hell. Last year he had been the first person in years to redo his First Year. He could remember everyone's laughs and the shame he had felt when he realized how pathetic he was. Even Crabbs and Goyle had passed! That's how bad he was. He had classes with younger wizards and like last time he didn't manage to fool a single teacher.

And now he had to tell his parents that he was going to redo his First Year for the third time.

"D-Dad?" Harry shuttered. James Potter closed the Daily Prophet and threw a look at him. "I-I-I… I have…s-someth.

Harry's hands were now wet. He wished he wasn't a stammer for the hundredth time. His father was now annoyed and he haven't even told him the new. "I-I have s-something to-to tell you."

"Good grief," James mumbled. "Go to the point, I don't have all day. Honestly, why is my first son a useless shuttering moron?"

Ouch. There was no way he could finish his sentence now. Or even begin it. He fought his tears and tried nonetheless. "I-I d- I didn't-"

"Dad!" a voice shouted. "Hurry or we won't be able to fly before lunch!"

Harry didn't know if he should be glad that Nathan was here and has stopped this torture or terrified at the thought that he would be the one to break the new to their father.

"Of course Nathan." James' voice radically changed and became kinder. "Harry," he spat the word as if it was an insult, "was trying to tell me something though."

"Then he wouldn't have finished before next year," Nathan added. "Were you telling Dad that you have to redo your First Year again?"

"What?" James exclaimed before turning beet red. "You were still unable to pass? Merlin! What did I do to deserve such a…such a… such a squib? Why can't you take example from your brother for Merlin sake? He was fighting You-Know-Who for the third times and slayed a bloody basilisk while you-" He pointed his finger to a shivering Harry. "-are still unable to cast a levitation spell at twelve or even finish a single sentence! What the heck is wrong with you? Do you realize what position you put us through? I have enough! This time you won't go back! With a bit of chance everyone will forget you even exist."

The thought alone was relieving in a way. His place wasn't there. If Harry could, he would even leave the Wizarding World and run to the Muggle one like most squibs. With a bit of luck he would even manage to have a half decent job and…

"Don't Dad," Nathan tried to reason his father interrupting his twin's dark thoughts at the same time. "I'm sure that maybe one day…"

"You are really too good Nathan." James' voice suddenly softened. "Fine. Well! What do you have to say to your twin?"

"Th-thank you."

"You're welcome," Nathan lightly said before leaving the room running probably to the Quidditch pitch to try his Firebolt.

"Leave my sight," James tiredly told him. "I don't want to see your face during the whole holidays. I will try to tell the new to Lily."

At the mention of his mother, Harry's throat's tightened. His so smart mother would cry like last time and his disgust at himself deepened even more.

"Why me?" James whispered as Harry left the room. "First Wormtail escaping Azkaban and now that…"

Harry ran to his room and immediately closed his door before bursting to tears. He was good for nothing, unable to fly, to prank anyone or even do magic. He was no one, hell he wasn't even sure someone like him should exist. Everyone has a gift, a talent or a friend. He had none of that. He was even too cowardly to end his pitiful life.

There was only darkness in Harry Potter's world. But sometimes he wished someone, anyone would be blind enough not to notice.

So, here's a different take on the WBWL story. Most of the time, Harry is overpowered without him even going to school or he can do almost everything by chapter 3. This one will not become the next Merlin or godlike in only two chapters, it is the story of how he became a great wizard.

The journey will not be the one you most certainly know by heart now. And there will be no bashing, no matter how it may look like at first glance. Stay long enough and maybe you will see past appearances and see the characters for what they truly are.