Harry Potter stared at the Order of the Phoenix in shock. He had just spent another fortnight at the Dursleys, living through those pleasantries, recovering from the recent death of his godfather, and becoming more and more furious at the lack of letters he was receiving.

Along with the fact that they expected him to write every three days.

Along with the fact that his belongings were locked up.

Along with the fact that Voldemort and his merry crew of well wishers were after him.

Along with the fact that there was now a prophecy and he was expected to defeat him.

Along with the fact that he hadn't had anything to eat for four days.

And along with the small almost unrecognisable fact fact that even Hedwig had started to become depressed.

And now he was back.

At Grimmond Palace.

And Mrs. Weasley was shouting at him because he hadn't written his last letter. When actually Hedwig hadn't sent it because she had become so hungry, even though Harry had been giving her some of his meals.

And she was shouting at him...

Something snapped.

Most of the others looked at him in concern because his face had completely closed off and he was now standing as still as a statue. Of course excluding Professor always-a-sneerer Snape, Ron I'm-not-jealous-I-swear-I'm-not Weasley, Molly I-am-not-your-mother-but-I-will-act-like-I-am Weasley and Remus I-blame-you-for-Sirius Lupin. Fred, George, Ginny, Tonks, McGonagall and Mad-eye Moody were looking at him in different states of worry, anxiety, concern and intrigue. Luna was indifferent, in fact Harry wasn't really sure why she was even there at all.

Harry broke down into peals of laughter.

Mrs Weasley stopped.

The other's stared.

This only made Harry laugh more. He was red in the face and rolling on the ground, ignoring the worried hoot from Hedwig who was anxious to eat and anxious for his sanity. Harry's stomach hurt terribly and his lungs seemed to choke up with air as his hysterical fit of giggles simply continued. At some point someone must have handed him a glass of water because when Harry stood again he realised he was holding one.

He took a tentative sip.

Ignoring their looks.

"I quit."

Everyone started to speak at once except Mad-eye and Luna, one who was looking at him in interest, and the other who was humming under her breath ignoring the commotion. After letting everyone shout for a few moments Harry interrupted,

"No. No. Listen here. I quit. Its too much. I don't know why I've gone along with everything up until now but everything is too much for me. I don't want to be involved any more. I've had enough of Dumbledore's silly schemes and Voldemort's silly murder plots. Nu Uh."

Hermione shrieked,

"How could you? After all the wizarding world has done for you? After all that Dumbledore has done for you?"

Harry laughed for a few more seconds before saying,

"Well, frankly, the wizarding world can go screw itself. Its been nothing but fickle in its support with either an unwanted celebrity status or an unwanted attention-seeking liar status. And Dumbledore has done nothing but make my life hell. He left me with the Dursleys. And you all know how bad that is. Or do you not? Are you simply oblivious?"

Snape scoffed, not one of the people who had been on guard duty, for obvious Dumbledore manipulation reasons. If he ever found out about the truth of Harry's treatment he would analyse Dumbles motives and treat Harry as a human being.

"They treat you like a prince!"

Everyone stared at him as if he were crazy. They all knew how Harry was treated... to some extent.

Harry laughed some more.

"Really? I suppose Dumbledore has never told you about them?"

Harry lifted up his shirt to show obvious scarring, at which everyone gasped. They hadn't known. He rolled his eyes, dropped his shirt back down, and sneered,

"Oh yeah, everyone is so shocked. Does anyone here remember Lily and James? Remember how tall they were as a child? Or did anyone notice how generally short I was compared to all my classmates? And did anyone remember how I was back then? Flinched when you touched me, a meek pathetic little freak. But don't you worry your silly little heads, of course I'm a spoiled arrogant Griffindor. Definitely not an abused child trying to save himself. That would be unthinkable. Dumbledore could never do such a thing to an innocent child. Oh no."

They continued to stare at him, all except Luna who was still humming under her breath. Harry finished,

"And in case you haven't noticed the wizarding world is not much better either. The dangers I faced every year. I never caught a break. And now I quit. Its too much for one person to handle. You, Dumbledore, the prophecy and the whole fucking wizarding world can go die for all I care!"

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage and his trunk, and promptly turned and walked back out the door.

No one tried to stop him.