First let me say that I own nothing! Not even a little bit!

Second I want to say that this is my first story, though I have been reading them for years. Reviews are welcomed and encouraged!

Chapter One

"Fuck you! Quit acting like you know me, because you don't!"

"MR. POTTER! I will not-"

"You too Snape! You don't know shit about me!"

Harry Potter stood in the middle of the potions lab shaking with fury. How dare they, of all people, tell me who I am?

The day had started out fine until the time for potions came about. Harry was again partnered up with Malfoy and everything was running smoothly until Malfoy decided to tell Harry a little about himself. Malfoy told him about how everyone fawned over him and how much he enjoyed it and also about how his relatives treated him like he was Merlin himself, which was funny to Harry since that accusation may have been right. If the Dursleys hated magic enough to put him through so much abuse, how would they treat Merlin? Harry had finally had enough when Malfoy started in on his parents and how Harry wasn't even really sad that they were gone. It was like the straw that broke the camels back, Harry was beyond furious. He had learned a little about hiding his emotions, but this was far too much to hold in.

Currently, things were being blown around the classroom, glass jars were breaking, and the students were cowering behind anything that could shield them from the storm. The only people who were exposed were of course Harry, Malfoy, and Snape. For once their seemingly unbreakable masks were down as they realized the full extent of provoking an already angry Harry Potter.

Harry looked around and in some sense knew what was happening, but he couldn't find it in him to care. He was tired of people assuming that they knew him and also tired of acting out the character they assumed he was. He was seventeen years old, for God's sake, and he didn't know who he was himself. Harry vaguely heard someone calling his name and looked up to see that Professor Dumbledore had been called along with some other teachers. They were currently forming a wide circle around him.

"Harry calm down, my boy. Concentrate and focus on my voice, shut everything else out" Dumbledore murmured in a soft tone. What makes him think I couldn't calm down if I wanted to? Harry just stared at Dumbledore and automatically everything that was flying through the air dropped. He didn't give anyone a chance to say anything to him before he was walking out of the door. He heard people moving to follow, but with his next step the door was slammed closed. Harry made his way out of the castle into the afternoon sun and headed for a shaded tree on the other side of the lake. It took him a while to reach his destination, but he didn't mind, he needed to think. Even though it was only the end of the first week of school, it seemed as if it had already started out far worse than any before. On his birthday, the Dursleys had kicked him out of the house for good saying that no amount of money could keep him there longer than needed. Since he was legal he just packed up his meager belongings and headed for the Leaky Cauldron where he remained until the school year started. There he did his best thinking, there was no one to boss him around and no one to distract him from his thoughts. He just stayed in his room by himself only leaving to buy his school supplies.

The school year had approached quickly enough and he was soon aboard the Hogwarts Express, sharing a car with Ron and Hermione. Though they were more experienced than other children their age, they were still the same old Ron and Hermione, bickering and fighting the whole trip. As soon as this had started Harry lost interest and instead found the passing view more interesting. He barely spoke anymore, only a few words here and there. Nothing seemed important enough to voice his opinions. Overall, Harry Potter was depressed.

I know it's short but what did you think?

Thanks for reading!