I don't own Harry Potter or any cannon characters. Dumbledore and Molly/Ron bashing. Slight Hermione bashing.
Chapter 1- Masks
"Harry Potter!"
With that his last mask slipped. The thunder reverberated throughout the hall. Every head in the hall snapped to his direction. All eyes trained on his face, which was blank. His eyes were alight with a fire, but no emotion made it's way onto his face.
He was sick of it. Sick of the lies fed to him by his closest persons. Dumbledore, Molly, and Ron. They had all betrayed him in one way or another. Even Hermione had to some extent betrayed him. If her accusatory look was anything to go by. Everything crashed down on him. The money being taken from his vaults for Dumbledore and the Weasley's. Family heirlooms being taken by Dumbledore. The potions and spells constricting his magic and mind. He hadn't been able to take those off yet. Now this.
Something snapped and he felt his magic finally being released. Finally filling his blood. He smiled. Smiled a wicked smile, hate filling the fire in his eyes.
He turned to Dumbledore. Walking up to Dumb-as-a-door, Harry whispered something that shocked all, for his voice still reverberated throughout the hall.
"Your a naughty naughty boy, Albus. Trying to control abused orphans. First Tom Riddle or Voldemort (he slightly hissed the name) now me. Oh don't be scared Albus, I have no wish to be dark, but I'm definitely not your weapon anymore. That's right, I know of the spells and potions that you and Molly and Ron Weasley put on me. The magic and inheritance suppression. The learning suppression. Even the stealing your doing from my vaults. I know. I'm sick of pretending now. I was meant to be a Slytherin, did you know that? Ha,of course you did. Just know that I wont play your games anymore."
With that finished, the red badge on his robes bled to green with the Slytherin crest and he turned on his heel, somehow apparating out of the Great Hall and into the trophy room with the other champions.