Set during the fifth book when Sirius was talking to Harry, at the beginning of the book and explaining to him about the Order of Phoenix.
Sirius paused to take a breath, not noticing Dumbledore entering the kitchen.
"That's enough Sirius, Harry is but a child." He spoke gravely eyes fixed on Sirius, ignoring Harry. Harry blinked, feeling his temper rise after everything he's been through they were calling him a child? Too young to understand potentially life-saving information, did they not understand what he was facing?
Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought that, Sirius stood up.
"He's not a child, Dumbledore. He needs to understand the danger of what he's facing, he needs to be prepared." Sirius said, eye trained on the headmaster.
"But putting all that weight on his shoulders, you're robbing him of his childhood, his innocence." Molly said her voice dangerously high.
His innocence? Harry took a deep breath trying to keep calm, after what he faced just a few months before, he was no longer innocent. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulders trying to calm him down.
Sirius made an angry noise that Harry guessed was extremely disrespectful.
"You don't understand Mr. Black I'm simple trying to protect Harry." Dumbledore said his eyes flickering to Mrs. Weasley.
"We're trying to keep him out of danger that you seem all too keen to put him in." said Mrs. Weasley accusingly.
The rest of the table feel silent, even Lupin had no idea what to say.
Harry finally snapped his anger clouding the reasonable part of his mind. After all he's been through the past year; the tournament, Voldemort rising again, being tortured then left on his own the entire summer, and now this.
"You think Sirius is putting me in danger, you think you're protecting me? Maybe Sirius is, maybe he puts me dangers way."
He stood up glaring fiercely, as everyone stared at him shocked by his outburst.
"It doesn't matter I'm always in danger anyway, I'm always in danger of dying. But not once does anybody think that maybe we should tell Harry what's going to keep me prepared?! Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room. Stop talking like I'm not an adult perfectly capable of making my own decisions." He was getting really mad now. "You're all busy trying to protect a childhood I never had!"
He stood up, spinning to face Dumbledore.
"If anybody kept me informed helping me with the tasks I faced, I wouldn't have had to grow up so quickly. You're trying to protect me! Where was your protection when I was bitten by the basilisk? Or when I had to distract Voldemort from finding the stone? Where was your protection when I dueled Voldemort last year? Where was it when I faced a hundred dementors to save my godfather? Where was it when I picked up Cedric's dead body barely escaping Voldemort and his death-eaters." He shouted. He could feel tears close to escaping but he continued on not caring what anybody was trying to say, he was done listening.
"Me, my childhood?" he laughed bitterly. "I never had a childhood and I never will. Leaving me at the Dursley's muggles who you knew despised magic? Leaving me there after the horror of the tournament that I still have nightmares about that night? Thinking that I'm too . . . thinking that I'm too young!" He spat the word out like it was poison. "I haven't had a childhood since Voldemort killed my parents. Not telling me important information that is a weapon against someone we all know I'm going to end up fighting and more likely then not dying while I'm at it, if your trying to protect your doing a really bad job."
