A collection of drabbles written for my live journal community hpfic_contest
He'd never been lucky. No, the finicky bitch that is Lady Luck had laughed in his face, spitting for good measure as a squib blessed the long lone of wizards he'd descended.
She'd kicked him around, gifting him with a life of inadequacies and disappointments. Failure became his shadow, following him through desperate attempts to quell the storms of his childhood; storms that raged into hurricanes as any trace of magical ability failed to produce itself.
Shamed and alone he found solitude a blessed release. Hidden behind the thick stone walls of Hogwarts, blanketed in comforting darkness, he was forgotten.
To Argus Filch that was real luck.