I don't own the Harry Potter Series, that is owned by J.K. Rowling.

This story will focus on Harry and how he rebels against the people that left his side when he was in need. This is set in the Goblet of Fire, after the 1st task of the Tri-Wizard cup. Harry will get around and will have may relationships, the ones planned are:

Harry/Katie, Harry/Angelina, Harry/Tonks, Harry/Fleur, Harry/Daphne and maybe some others if you suggest some (they won't necessarily be in this order). Probably won't be a harem but may involve Harry dating more than one woman at once without the other knowing of course.

Harry is smart but doesn't know the spells and other content so that will mean he will have to learn to become powerful and exercise to be strong.

Harry will have parties, drinking, sex (I'll probably write a lemon or two), possibly drugs and some other things that I haven't thought off. A little OOC for certain characters.

Rebelling Against Society

Prologue

The party had begun as the beating of the music could be heard throughout the tower. The ground shook as the objects lying upon the stone floor moved from side to side. Posters hung from the walls as the Gryffindor students celebrated their Tri-Wizard champion.

'You're our saviour' one message could be read from the fabric that hung over the student that made his trek up the long passage to his dorm, a chattering girl talked constantly as he tried to block her out. The young boy walked at a leisurely pace, wanting to collapse into his bed as he carried a golden egg under his arm while the other was heavily bandaged, bruises were scattered all over his body as he tried to live with the pain.

The girl beside him kept on talking; he couldn't really tune his ears into the conversation. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with everything that had happened and added to the fact that nobody supported his cause which equalled a perfect headache which made the pain all the worse to bear.

That bloody Dragon. I always get the worst possible situation

All of a sudden he felt someone poking him, right in one of his many bruised places.

"Harry, are you listening to me?" Hermione prodded him for a third time.

"Bloody hell, Hermione" he rubbed his back soothingly.

"Sorry" she sheepishly as she realised what she'd been doing to her best friend. "You weren't listening to me" she sounded affronted.

He sighed as he heard his friend, knowing she was right to sound the way she was "Can you blame me, Hermione. I hurt everywhere, I just want to go to sleep" he moaned as the pair made their final flight of stairs that would take them to the Fat Lady.

Hermione looked at him worriedly for a moment as she walked up the moving staircase, unknowing to the way he would react to the celebrations that'd been planned. She put it to the back of her mind as he muttered the password; surprised he didn't feel the beating that was taking place underneath his feet.

The pain must be pretty bad if he can't feel that

Harry walked up a couple of steps that would lead him to the common room as the beating that passed up his legs began to increase. He put down the feeling to his legs feeling like they were on his last legs. He stopped in front of the large wooden door as Hermione showed him mercy and opened it for him, getting a curt nod from Harry.

"HARRY!" dozens of students yelled as he looked up. Anger, Surprise, Fury, Shock, Murder, all these feeling were evident as he began to search for the one to settle on. He began to back up the way he came as the students ran at him, planning to crowd around his form.

The Common Room had been decorated heavily in all different kinds of colours using different techniques to do this. Candles floated around the room without a destination in mind as the shadows seemed to change as the light moved. Banners hung over head with all different kinds of messages that seemed to support him

If only I had that support a month ago

Balloons floated over his head as they seemed to spell out different messages to him. Well Done, Harry. Your the chosen one. These messages seemed to change in content every couple of seconds. Glitter seemed to adorn a number of students hair as the shower of silver floated over them.

"HARRY, HARRY, HARRY" they began to chant as Hermione looked worriedly at her friend as a mask of indifference swept over his features, masking the way he was really feeling. As she saw this she had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well for anyone involved so she placed her arm around his and began to lead him out of the room at a quicker pace.

Ronald Weasley seemed to notice this as his best friend was backing towards the wooden door. "Where are you going?" he yelled to Harry which made other students realise what Harry was doing.

"Where's Potter going?"

"Enjoy your party Potter?"

"Don't be a spoil sport?"

All these came out of many students mouths as they voiced their opinions. Ron made his way through the crowd, planning on apologising to his friend for leaving him in his hour of need. He still thought Harry had tricked the restriction line to enter but he wanted to support his friend, especially now after his performance against the fiery dragon.

Seeing the reaction of the crowd that had crowded, Harry turned his back to leave the room completely as he felt the anger as it seemed to be the most prominent emotion he felt as his eyes flickered to Hermione who seemed to be determined to get him out as her grip tightened around his arm making him wince slightly.

The containing of his anger was ruined as a hand grasped his sore shoulder. He looked around slowly as Hermione stopped in her steps as Harry stood still. As Harry looked he came upon the sight of the one person that hurt him the most.

"Ron" he whispered as he grinded his teeth together in fury, his fists clenched as he tried to hold his anger back. Hermione placed her hand within Harry's as she tried to defuse the situation.

"Where are you going mate?" Ron asked him, confused to the glare he was receiving. "I planned this party for you. I thought you would like it" Ron admitted happily, thinking the thought of a party would strengthen their relationship.

Harry whispered as Ron leaned in to hear what he was saying. "I don't want a party" Ron heard finally and looked at his friend like he was nuts, according to him everyone enjoyed a party.

"Don't be a bad sport, Harry"

"Yeah Potter, don't spoil it for everyone else" another student yelled as Harry fixed his glare with the offender who seemed to shrink into the crowd as he noticed the glare.

"Common Harry, join the fun and we can talk" Ron told him as Harry fixed his eyes on the ginger boy.

"Fuck Of, Ron" Harry muttered as he controlled his anger and began to turn back towards the door, Hermione helping him tremendously.

Ron stood there for a couple of second, unbelieving to the fact that his friend had sworn at him, he'd never cursed to him. He then caught the sight of Hermione and Harry linked by the hands and saw red, hating the affection that Hermione was showing Harry. The next words he muttered would quickly become the most stupid thing that came out of his mouth in his short life.

"I always knew you were a big headed dick, Harry"

Hermione looked shocked as she rounded on Ron but was stopped from hitting him when Harry gripped his neck. The crowd that surrounded him were even more shocked and appalled by what he said, most of which knew Harry was one of the most grounded people that you could meet. Fred and George looked at his brother, letting Harry do what he wanted as he knew that whatever Harry did his brother deserved.

You idiot Ron

"YOU EXPECT ME TO GO TO A PARTY WITH PEOPLE THAT TURNED THERE BACK ON ME WHEN I WAS IN NEED" Harry yelled Ron's ear off, spreading the message to everyone that was in the room. "Your all fucking traitors, but it hurts even more when the people that knew me turned on me like that" he clicked his fingers to add to his point.

"I...I'm sorry, Harry" Ron gulped for air as Harry constricted his airway.

"I bet you are" he muttered with venom. He was disturbed as Hermione grabbed his robes as she begged him to let go without having to speak a word. Harry let go quickly and dropped the vermin that was Ron Weasley. "Your lucky Hermione is here. Next time you won't be so lucky"

The pair turned as Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder as she shepherded him out of the common room. As Harry left he had one thought on his mind.

I've had enough of people expecting me to be the Quiet/Golden child. I'm going to live my life seeing as I'll be lucky to make it out of this place in one piece

Harry James Potter was becoming a rebel.

Author's Notes:

Here's the beginning of the new story. The first couple of chapters will build up to Harry changing into a rebel.

Please Read & Review (no, flames please) constructive criticism welcomed.