A/N: Hmm, over 370 hits and yet only a few have bothered to review...come on people! If I don't have reactions to my writing I could just be getting worst, without realizing it. This chapter might be a bit confusing, but it's kinda meant to be that way. After reading it you'll understand what the hell I'm talking about. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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DISCLAIMER: I will never be J.K. Rowling. But that doesn't stop me from wishing :P OH yeah! LANGUAGE

There will be certain language and Ron and Hermione bashing...sorry, the story requires it. They may be forgiven eventually, not soon, so don't hope on it. I hope you like.

LAST TIME:

Harry almost sighed in relief, before he felt the excruciating pain from his cut body. Weakly, he locked the door, before laying spread-eagle on the Persian carpet. He pointed his other unhurt appendage straight up at the ceiling, allowing a light purple light cover the room. Harry allowed sleep to take him, knowing that by the time that he was at Hogwart's he'd be mostly healed.

Harry smiled, pulling his friend by the arms. "No problem, come on let's go," he said, but his mind screaming for him to stay in his dorm room, because something bad was going to happen, he could 'feel' it. He ignored the foreboding voice, and walked into the Great Hall with Seamus.

Demised Jade - Ch. 4: Conspectus

Harry sat beside Seamus, his mind some where else as he mechanically forced food into his unsettled stomach. The Gryffindor prince stared blankly at the wall in across from him, totally ignoring the Irish boy adjacent to him. Seamus didn't notice Harry's thoughts drift to what happened yesterday, didn't notice that anguish that washed over his pale face for a split second before it disappeared.

The severely damaged boy's eyes searched the Great Hall before it landed on Ron and Hermione. He stood silently, seemingly gravitating to where the pair sat. They stood defensively, Hermione looked a bit worried, but angry as well.

Harry took a deep breath, before asking, "Can I talk to you guys in the entrance hall for a minutes?"

The red-headed teen gave him a Slytherin-like sneer, before pushing him away. Harry stumbled a bit, wheezing slightly from the pain. Not from the train incident, but before. He never let his own invented healing rid him of those. No, those were to remind him of what a freak and failure he was. Also, they made him remember to return to his abuser to receive punishments. Although Harry's priorities were pretty much fucked up, he fully believed that he deserved everything the Dursley's dished out for him.

The Great Hall had gotten a little quieter, but there was still a steady hum of voices. It really wasn't unusual for a casual spat between the trio. They mostly ignored it, hoping it would be over in time for classes.

"Potter, we don't want your kind around here, so piss off!," Ron said darkly.

Harry ignored the name change for now, as he shouted back, "What the hell do you mean my kind!" Harry paused, shooting a glare at Hermione and her boyfriend. "Dear Ronnekins, you didn't say that when you and your bitch tied me up and nearly hexed me to death on the train," he growled out loudly. The noise around them was now completely gone.

Neville looked up, a questioning look on his face. "You hexed Harry? Why would you do that?"

His questioned remained unanswered as the three friends stared each other down. Ron's fists were balled up as he fought to control his anger. "Harry..,"he started quietly, but said boy interrupted.

"Oh, it's Harry now, not Potter, so glad you've come to that conclusion, Weasley, "Harry spit out.

Ron shook with pent up anger, taking a murderous step towards Harry before shouting. "SHUT THE HELL UP! LOOK FAGGOT, like I said we don't like your kind around here. Go back to your perfect family and your group of friends in Surrey, cause we don't like fairies here! You are such a poof, just like Lupin and that damned Sirius!" Ron paused, but kept going when he saw Harry close up his emotions rapidly about to cry.

Ronald Weasley continued, as if fueled by exhilaration. It seemed that he had been thinking all things through since summer started, but needed to vent.

"You and your stupid dreams, a fucking cry for attention is what that is. First the stone, then the stupid basilisk that you let in here to kill us all," Ron roared.

Harry had taken up residence along one of the stone walls next to the Slytherin table. Legs folded under his chin tightly, hugging himself like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

"Then that stupid mutt comes here and is suddenly no longer a murderer, but your fucking godfather! Bullshit, then you go and put your name in the goblet. Ron paused momentarily, as if gathering his thoughts. In his silence, Harry shakily stood up and faced the scarlet- faced boy squarely, not bothering to look at the other occupants in the room.

Ron opened his mouth to rant some more, but Harry cut him off. "Go ahead Mr. Weasley, finish your long-awaited rant. Hmm," he paused, scratching his chin mockingly, before continuing. "What else could you say? Perhaps that it is my fault that Cedric is dead. Yeah, somehow it was little old me that told fucking VOLDEMORT to Ava Kedavra him!"

The small teen detached himself from the wall, standing confidently. A huge sneer, that rivaled Snape's, spread across his face. "Huh? Or maybe the next year when I received visions from Voldemort. If I remember correctly, your own father would have died if not for me," Harry Potter seethed out, while hissing quietly in Parseltongue.

Ron opened his mouth to retort, but Harry stopped him.

"NO! I will finish what I started," he paused, waving his hand, wandlessly silencing him. "Dear Ronald, there are many things you don't know about me. Surprising isn't it, friends during the school year and enemies during the summer, huh?" Harry asked, stepping up and looking Ron expectedly in the face.

Ron shook his head, quickly slapping Harry across the face. The raven-haired boy's head turned, hissing slightly, before snapping his head back and glared hatingly at his once 'best mate'. The small wizard stopped Ron's and Hermione's movements with a twist of his wand, before continuing. He seemed oblivious to anyone in the Hall except for his friends.

"Mione," he shouted, smirking when she almost jumped unexpectedly. "Would you like to tell everyone here what you and your significant other do to me yesterday or should I," he drawled, gliding over to her.

Hermione glowered at him, before spitting right in his face. "Get the fuck away from me faggot," she screamed.

Harry rolled his eyes, cleaning the slimy substance from his face with his wand. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhat intelligent, is that the only word you know? Hit me with more, I'm ready. What about trying the slew of words your boyfriend had to say yesterday. While we are on that subject, after you left, he seemed to forget where to shove his little stick into! Hmm, pussy or Harry's ass, oh by the way constitutes as rape!"

Hermione looked horrified, but quickly rolled her eyes, "Yeah right, he wouldn't do that, he's normal."

The Golden Boy sighed, turned and acknowledged the head table for the first time his morning. "Sir?"

Professor Dumbledore focused in on the BHL before saying, "Yes Harry," a grin on his face, eyes twinkling in amusement at the fight.

Harry frowned at his expression, "DON"T YOU GET IT," he shouted, glaring hard at every occupant at the head table.

The professors jumped slightly, but Snape sneered and spoke first. "Honestly Mr. Potter, shut up. Don't bring your petty fights up right now, no one cares," he said sarcasm leaking from his voice.

Harry shook in anger as the Headmaster followed, "He's right my boy, I'm sure what ever your friends did wasn't that serious."

Harry Potter glowered at all of them, before whipping around and pointing his wand at Ronald. Said boy's eyes widened, but he still was unable to move or talk. The professors suddenly went into action for the first time today, surrounding Harry with wands raised. The frazzled boy didn't even flinch, instead he quickly scanned the confused, angry, curious, and disgustedly happy faces around him before flicking his wand at Ron.

'Conspectus'

A/N: So, you like? I would have updated earlier, but with the holiday, homework, and barely any reviewsI wasn't feeling very inspired. But I did promise it to you this week, so I delivered, happy? I write the story while I'm in Physics, bored out of my mind. OH yea, if you would like to view any of my other works look on my profile page.