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Harry Potter looked around at the astonished and fearful faces of the students. Once again, Harry Potter had defied the odds. And the proof was the gaping hole in his middle.

"Death and I can't seem to get together long enough to remain close. He keeps being an arse and leaving me here with you people."

Harry sauntered down the middle aisle, looking askance at the people around him. They were disgusting!

Madam Pomfrey looked ready to bolt in his direction, but he raised a hand to stop her. "I'm fine. As you see, it's all growing back."

She looked on in awe as his words came true. Slowly, the organs were fixing themselves and the hole was becoming smaller.

"How?"

He gave a shrug, "I'm just a freak that way."

"Harry!"

He was fast enough to spin and side-step Hermione as she had tried to hug him. The girl tripped over the foot he casually left out and fell on her face.

"What was that for? She was just worried about you?"

Harry looked over to see Ron, stomping up and pulling Hermione to her feet.

"Why would you care what happens to me?"

"We're your friends, Harry," Hermione stated, looking sad. He didn't believe it for one second.

To show his disbelief, he folded his arms, scratching his chin with one hand. "Friends? I don't know who you're talking about. I don't have any friends. In fact, I quite remember being friendless during the last month," he said with an air of faux innocence.

"Oh come on mate, we were just busy, that's all."

Harry glared at the ginger. The entire school was listening and he was going to drag the Weasley down for good.

"No you weren't. You two have had all the free time in the world and haven't been doing anything, even when you sit in the Common Room together. I had more to do than either of you and still managed to have a lot of time on my hands. A magic cup spits out my name and I'm told I'm magically bound to compete in this deadly tournament. Confusing. Especially when I thought magical binding contracts did not work on underage witches and wizards. Interesting indeed. And as I'm trying to come up with a way to survive, you know, before I decided to die, I had the same school work you had. Same classes. So don't tell me that you didn't have time, because that's a load of bloody tripe."

The two were put on the spot to try to come up with some lie that would sound believable and help them save face.

"Since when can't you handle a joke, Harry?" Ron tried again.

Oh!" Harry gave a false smile. "It was all a joke. Well, that was one poor joke then. So, you're saying you were just kidding around?"

Ron nodded, a relieved smiled crawling over his features.

"Liar."

Both Ron and Hermione flinched at the ,malice in his tone. "What?" they asked.

"Saying that you were just kidding, is an excuse. You say something hurtful, deliberately used to cause someone pain for the briefest of moments and then tell them that you didn't mean it. By doing this, you get to witness their pain, before lying and reassuring them that you were playing around. So, while you know you were being cutting and horrible, they don't. And you do this over and over in hopes of bringing them down. It's a widely known tactic, Ron. I thought you were a good strategist?"

"I-it was only a joke!" Ron sputtered.

"No it wasn't. Telling me that I'm a money-grubbing arsehole, selfish to the extreme and that I'm an orphan because my parents died to get away from me, aren't jokes."

"I never meant it!"

"Yes you did. You're a jealous and spiteful prat and you let mouth run without consulting your brain first. In short, you're an idiot. You're supposed to know me. Know what I'm like. You know I don't care about money. You know I'm only allowed to take a certain amount from my trust vault every year for school only. You know I'm pretty much a slave in my aunt's house. It's hard to be selfish and greedy, when you've grown up with nothing. Not even a friend. You meant every word you said, and you don't care that you said any of it. You just want to get back on my good side, because you're hoping for something nice in the future. The greedy one here, is you. All you talk about is money and how you wish you were rich. I don't do that.

Technically, I'm not rich. Ever wonder why I dress in my muggle cousin's hand me downs? I'm not allowed to have new clothes. I can only spend my money on school related things. And sometimes, if I'm lucky, I manage to use my quills less so I can save money and buy something at Honeydukes. I'm not flowing in gold and living in the lap of luxury.

As for what you said to me, I will never forgive you for that. Because it would be like me saying something about your family's lack in the financial area. You wouldn't want me to say anything, even while joking, so why is it okay for you to say the same about my family? I don't want to be friends with a hypocrite. And that's what you two are. Do not attempt to talk to me from now on. You both, are dead to me."

He turned from them and fixed Mr. Crouch with a look. "Since I was dead for a few minutes, doesn't that mean the contract is no longer in effect, Mr. Crouch?"

Bartemius Crouch pulled a scroll from his robes and unfurled it. Looking at it, he frowned.

"Dumbledore, look at this."

Dumbledore shook off his surprise and took a look at the scroll. "Oh my," he mumbled.

Mr. Crouch nodded. "Mr. Potter, it seems that I have made a mistake. By allowing you to compete in a tournament that is designed for wizards who are of age, the Ministry has accidentally declared you fully emancipated. By doing this, you were magically bound to compete. You name is still on the scroll, showing that your magical signature has not dissipated, which means you must compete in the tournament still."

"But I didn't even get an egg! I died out there! I'll be so unprepared for the next task!"

"We can give you your egg."

"I didn't earn it! So that wouldn't be fair! Can't I just quit?" Harry asked imploringly.

"No, I'm sorry, but you cannot," Mr. Crouch sighed.

Dumbledore sighed as well. "You'll just have to make Gryffindor proud, I guess."

Harry scoffed. "I'm not doing it for Gryffindor. If anything, my actions would represent Slytherin more than Gryffindor. Speaking of which."

Harry turned to the House of Snakes and took a deep breath.

"I was told about magic on my eleventh birthday. Ever since then, everybody and their brother," he cast a glare in Ron's direction. "Has told me that Slytherin was the evil House. That all dark witches and wizards came from Slytherin. Being an impressionable child, I immediately shied away from your House. When I was sorted, the hat stated that I had plenty of courage, and intelligent mind, fierce loyalty and solid ambition. In my foolishness, I whispered, 'not Slytherin'. And that set the hat off on a tangent about how Slytherin would help me on my way to greatness and how only my true potential would be recognized there. But I was stubborn and begged for any place but Slytherin, so it put me in Gryffindor. I judged you all before I got to know you. I let people fill my head with rubbish and for that, I apologize," he said with a small bow.

"As for now. I don't care if you're from a family of dark wizards or witches. Or if your parents were Death Eaters. I don't care if you plan on following in their footsteps. I don't care anymore."

Harry turned back, to face the school. "As for the rest of you, when Voldemort finally gets his body back, I'm not going to help you. Since you all so readily turned on me without a problem and you didn't need me at all, you won't need me then. I am not your 'saviour'. I will sit back with a box of Every Flavor Beans and watch as he destroys your lives. Want to know why? Because you abandoned me. So, if no one was there for me, when I needed them, why should I be there for you?

It's bad enough that my own House deserted me, but the fact that the others did as well, shocks me. Slytherin has never liked me. They haven't put on acts with me. It's a mutual dislike between us. There is none of this backstabbing drama involved! It's so odd, that the House of Evil, the House I was warned about so much, ends up being the only House I can trust. It seems that Slytherin is actually the House of the Honest. Whereas Gryffindor is the House of Backstabbers, Ravenclaw is the House of Simpletons and Hufflepuff is the House of Followers."

Many of the students frowned and glared at him for his words. The Slytherins were smirking.

"You brought this on yourselves. I mean, the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and even the Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuffs! THE FUCKING PUFFS! The ones who are supposed to accept everyone and be loyal, fucking joined in. Oh, so because no one was teasing you, that means you can just go off and bully others now that you're in the clear? This is why no one respects your House, out of all the Hogwarts Houses. I've come to realize how pathetic Hufflepuff is as a House. Accepting…..sure you are.

I'm embarrassed to be in Gryffindor. I can't afford to have people think I'm a backstabbing bastard. And with the way you all have been acting, that's what they're going to think.

Congratulations to everyone who isn't in Slytherin! You've proven that you aren't worthy to even exist!" he spat.

Harry faced the professors. "It's really sad that you all saw what was going on and did nothing to stop it. Just because I'm Harry Potter, doesn't mean I have the power to defend myself against an entire school. I know some of you hate me," he cut a glance to Snape. "For some unfathomable and probably very stupid reasons, by even then, you shouldn't have let it happen at all. Three of you, remained on my side. And even though you did that, you didn't do much else. I don't even think I can trust my own professors. We still don't know who put my name in the Goblet. For all I know, it was one of you. Since some of you do hate me enough to wish me dead."

Harry knew that Death told him Snape was a 'good guy', but he was deliberately making it sound like the man was trying to kill him. He wanted the man to suffer for all those years. And Harry delighted in the pain that he saw flash through those obsidian orbs.

"Professor, I will be in my dorm. Unless you need me, I'd like to go rest."

He was halfway down the aisle when the Luna girl Death had told him about, stood.

"You've finally understood," she said cryptically.

"You know?" he asked.

"I always did. You just needed the proper confirmation."

"Then I apologise for my attitude the other day," He bowed.

She smiled dreamily, "It's alright. I'll see you in the Library tomorrow at ten. We have much work ahead of us."

He nodded and continued on his way. Who was he to argue with a Seer?

When he reached the Fat Lady, she smiled at him and let him through when he gave the password. Throwing Himself on his bed, he sighed.

Hopefully, the Horcrux business wouldn't take too long.

A/N: Another one is finished.

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