"Where is your potions essay, Potter?" Harry stood up and withdrew a knife from his pocket, twisting it between his fingers he looked at Snape and said "Here's my potions homework, you greasy fuck" and he stabbed him in the thigh.
Harry entered the kitchen to see his uncle holding a letter addressed to him. Calmly, Harry picked up a chair and smashed it over his uncles head. He lit a cigarette, picked up the letter from the unconscious hands and said "You don't touch my fucking post."
Harry sat with the sorting hat on his head "Hm...Slytherin?" the hat said. "Fuck that." Said Harry "I don't want to be in any of these pussy houses. Make me my own house before I set you on fire"
"T-t-today c-class we'll-" Harry interrupted the stuttering Professor Quirrel. "Take off the turban." "I...what?" Harry drew a pistol from underneath his sleeve "I said take off the goddamn turban."
CRASH! The door the cabin fell with an almighty noise, and through the frame walked a bearded man almost 12 feet tall! "What the hell are you supposed to be?" Said Harry, lighting a cigarette.
Harry strode up the great hall to where Dumbledore was seated. "You're in my seat." "Why Harry, I don't think I-" Dumbledore was silenced after Harry backhanded him across the face "I said get out of my seat."