Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognized. Characters belong to J.k. Rowling and I'm just borrowing them to relieve some boredom. Idea for the story came from another that was done in list format. I don't believe any of mine were copied from theirs but as its still in progress it may end up appearing as such unintentionally, in which case, please kindly point this out so I can correct it. Thank you.

Things you should never do!

Proclaim Halloween 'Harry Potter Day'

(Timeline: 4th year after his name came out of the Goblet)

"Harry, you may want to read this," Hermione fearfully said.

"What's this?" was muttered as he was handed the Daily Prophet.

"Just read."

One minute later, "What the bloody hell is Harry Potter Day and why are they proclaiming it 13 years later?" was the only thing heard in the Great Hall. Followed by awkward silence and bafflement caused by Hermione not correcting Harry's language.

Tell Harry he obviously has pent up tension and should seriously work it out in a more productive manner.

(Timeline: 6th year)

"Hey mate, I know you've got serious angst going on right now being 16, orphaned, losing the closest thing to a parent (although you only knew him 2 years) and the extra lessons with Dumbledore but don't you think this obsession with Draco is going a little too far? If I didn't know better, I would suggest you just go snog him and be done with it." Ron stupidly said in a full common room and then promptly cowered from the glare that both Harry and Hermione were shooting his way.

Tell Harry that the blood wards were useless after 4th year but that it was for the Greater Good.

(Timeline: after the final battle and the conversation in the Head's office)

"Headmaster, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Harry, my boy, come in."

"Can a portrait actually invite someone in?" Harry asked in a moment of confusion.

"Never mind that, my boy. The reason I asked to speak with you is not exactly a pleasant one. I am afraid I have one last secret for you. The blood wards on your family's house, well they didn't quite work." Dumbledore started with but was quickly interrupted.

"What do you mean, they didn't work?" Harry asked tersely.

"Well, Harry, you see after 4th year, the wards were rendered useless."

"How?" Harry interrupted again.

"The ritual Voldemort used to gain a body called for blood," Dumbledore stated.

"Yes, I already knew that, get to the point." Harry was losing his patience.

"Your blood flowed through his veins, allowing him to touch you, thus making the blood wards pointless." Dumbledore was finally able to finish.

"You mean to tell me that I spent 3 summers there that was not needed and if Voldemort was as brilliant as he thought he was, he could have gotten to me sooner?" Harry asked quietly.

"Well, yes, I suppose that's true," Dumbledore tried to say but once again was interrupted.

"Why?" was all that was said.

"It was for the greater good," was as far as Dumbledore got before an explosion occurred.

"The greater good? How the bloody hell was it for the greater good that I was denied my Godfather, who may have lived, that George lost an ear, or that Mad-Eye and Hedwig were killed? All of which would have been avoided had I not been at the Dursley's."

"Be glad you're already dead, old man." Harry stated.

Dumbledore blinked his eyes stupidly before asking why this was.

"Because, if you weren't already dead, I would kill you." Was Harry's last statement before he left the office.

A.N. I imagine there are many mistakes in this story; grammar is not a strong point of mine at all, which is why this is my first story. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this, I had an idea to do a bit for a few of the characters but unsure if I like the way this turned out. Oh well, read and review if ya want, if not no hard feelings.