Harry had just about enough with the mindgames of his headmaster. He was tired of people making comments, thinking he was an attention-seeker, or whatever the case may be, simply because he was the fabled Boy-Who-Lived.
So he took first to murdering his headmaster. He then cursed every person who said or did something he did not like. He then laughed maniacally, happy that justice had finally been served.
And then he woke up. It was just a dream, and Harry was about to face another day the way he normally did: as the Boy-Who-Lived.
