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A/N – Thank you! When I said to review, I didn't actually think you would review! They made my day. Anyway, a couple of you were wondering if it will be H/D. YES, it will. If you don't like that, then don't read it. They won't actually start to get into a relationship for a couple more chapters, but there will eventually be slash. And I don't want to hear any flames about it! I warned you in chapter 2. Also, I'd like to thank my betas! So, thanks to Veronica and Maria for being my awesome, hawt, really intelligent betas (Although I think Maria is a stretch…).

Harry walked out of his room, his hair still a little wet. He started walking down the hallway, until he met Ron and Hermione. "Harry!" Ron cried out. They ran over to him. Damnit, it's too early. "Harry, where were you? We stayed up all night, but you never came!"

"Well, I guess you don't get it. We. Are. Not. Friends. Fuck off."

"Look Harry, we know you're hurt. But please, talk to us! We can help you! We know you didn't mean what you said on the train. Let us help!" Hermione pleaded. Harry's eyes blazed.

"Do you want me to take Versiterum?" Harry started walking towards them. "What do I need to do to get it through your thick skulls? I can understand it from Ron, but I would've thought you'd have gotten it by now. We are not friends. And we won't be ever again. So fuck off, and leave me alone." Harry turned and started walking towards the Great Hall.

"Harry, wait!" Ron grabbed his arm. Harry spun around, and Ron flew across the hall into the wall. He fell down and became unconscious.

"RON!" Hermione shouted. She ran over to him. Finally. Harry continued walking towards the Great Hall. When he walked through the doors, he heard all the chatter suddenly quiet down. He walked towards the end of the Gryffindor table, but Hermione caught up to him. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO RON! HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

"Well, I guess you're stupider than I thought. How many times have I said it…5? 10? Piss off and stop bothering me."

"JUST BECAUSE YOU HAD A BAD SUMMER DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO TAKE IT OUT ON YOUR FRIENDS! JUST TALK TO US!"

Harry sighed. "I'm not taking it out on my friends. Hell, I'm not taking it out on anyone. I've had the best summer of my life, really. All because I managed to get away from the Dursley's, and I didn't once hear from you. So there must be a reason I'm treating you this way, right? Let's see…you're a fucking hypocritical asshole who has way too many prejudices? No, because then I'd have to be this way to all the Gryffindors… Of course, it's not like I like them anyway. You're a big bossy know-it-all who doesn't know a thing about real life? Maybe, but that doesn't explain why I'm being rude to Ron…I know! It's because you're a fucking traitor. Now get the hell out of my life." Harry walked towards the end of the Gryffindor table and sat down, while Hermione ran out of the room. Pathetic.

Harry walked out of the classroom, a smirk on his lips. He got to the end of the hallway before someone called out to him.

"Potter!" Draco shouted. Harry leaned against the wall, waiting for Draco to catch up.

"What do you want, Malfoy."

"What's going on with you? You ditch your friends, ditch your tower, and now you just got 100 points for Gryffindor. Something like that doesn't happen over one summer."

"Actually, it does." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really."

"Damnit Potter, just tell me!"

"Say pretty please." Harry smirked. Draco growled.

"Fine, fine. I don't feel like sending you to the Infirmary."

"Who says you would?"

"I did."

"Will you just tell me already!"

"Fine." Harry walked up next to Draco and whispered into his ear, "I grew up." Harry walked away, smirking again. Draco stood there, seething.

"So what'd Potter say?" Pansy asked.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Didn't you talk to him?"

"Yes! All he bloody gave me was 'I grew up.'"

"I would have thought you would piss him off and get him to shout it."

"He didn't even seem fazed by me!"

"Really?" Pansy's eyes widened.

"I've always been able to piss Potter off! It doesn't make sense!" Draco threw his hands up in frustration.

"Come on, it's time for lunch. We'll get him to tell later."

Harry walked into the Great Hall. Half of Gryffindor was looking at him, but he ignored them and walked towards the end of the table. "Harry!" God damnit.

Harry turned around. "What do you want, Weasley."

"Hey mate. Look, it's ok. I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "How dense can you be?" Harry started walking towards Ron. "You're worse than the Mudblood. Of course, that's not much news, considering you don't have one ounce of common sense."

"Harry!"

"Don't call me Harry. You don't deserve to. You're a fucking traitor, and you're not my friend. FUCK OFF!"

"Harry come on, be reasonable! We've been friends since First Year!"

"Well, we're not anymore. I'd appreciate it if you left me the fuck alone."

"Mate, I-"

"I'M NOT YOUR MATE! FUCK OFF!" Harry shouted. His eyes were glowing brightly.

"Mr. Potter! 25 points from Gryffindor for such intolerable language." Harry glared at his Head of House before turning around and sitting down. Hermione walked in at this time, and motioned Ron to follow her. Ron sat down next to Harry and Hermione across from him.

"Hi Harry!" Harry glared at her. "What's up?"

"Will you STOP FOLLOWING ME!" Harry got up and stormed out of the room. After he walked out, everyone started whispering. No one noticed Dumbledore's eyes lose their twinkle.

"God damn Gryffindors…" Harry muttered. Draco snuck behind him, out of sight. Harry turned a corner, and Draco followed. When he turned the corner, he walked right into Harry. "Why are you following me?" Harry used his magic to pick Draco up. "Why can't anyone LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Potter…" Draco started. Fawkes flew toward Harry, and dropped a note in his hand. He flew away without waiting for a reply.

"Joy! A meeting with Dumbledore. I can't wait," Harry muttered. He released Draco and started heading for Dumbledore's office.

"Come in, my boy." Dumbledore said. Harry walked inside.

"I'm not your boy."

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore said, his eyes losing a bit of their twinkle. "You've grown into quite a man." Harry just stared at him.

"Have a seat! Lemon drop?" Harry refused the sweet, but remained standing.

"I think I'll stand."

"Very well. Now, would you like to talk to me about what happened in the Great Hall?"

"No."

"Please, do explain."

"I'd rather not."

Dumbledore sighed. "I know the Dursley's weren't treating you well…"

"Actually, they were treating me just fine. I only did the chores because I had nothing better to do. They just mostly stayed away from me." Harry smirked. "Although, I wonder who gave them the idea to treat me badly was… I mean, the only people who've ever said a lot to them were…you, I believe."

"You can't be suggesting that-"

"I believe I'm suggesting exactly that." Dumbledore's twinkle was completely gone by now.

"Harry, listen…"

"No, I believe I'm done listening. You've been nothing but trouble from the day I met you. You manipulate people into doing what they think is "the good of the Wizarding World" or whatever you call it. Really, they're just doing it because you tricked them into it. I know you told the Dursley's to make my life a living hell. How is that for the good of the Wizarding World?"

"Harry-"

"Don't call me Harry."

"Fine. Mr. Potter, that was for the good of the Wizarding World. You had to be trained! If you were to beat Voldemort, you had to overcome tasks that would pale in comparison to what Voldemort might do to you. For your first one, it was the Dursleys. Now-"

"You mean there's more than one "task" you set up for me to defeat?"

"Harry…"

"I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"15 points from Gryffindor for disrespecting a teacher, as well as a week's detention with me."

"Fine. Goodbye, Headmaster," Harry sneered. He left the office before Dumbledore could stop him. Dumbledore sighed. Where did I go wrong?

What does he mean, 'the first one'? Did he set up more things in my life? Did he set up my entire life? He could have destroyed the Mirror of Erised. He got to it after I got the stone, right? Sure, I was the only parcelmouth, so only I could get into the chamber. But what if there was another way? Surely Salazar wasn't so dumb as to only put one entrance… And Third Year! He could have helped Sirius! He should have known that Dementors had breached the wards! Same thing with the Tri-wizard tournament. He should have known that Moody was a Death Eater. Sometimes, he's way too trusting. The bastard. Harry turned the corner and headed for his room, not in the mood for classes.

"Hello, Harry! Shouldn't you be in class?" Salazar asked.

"Not feeling like it. Snake's eye." The portrait opened, and Harry walked inside. He went into the training room and conjured a moving target.

"Conjicere sagittae et explodere!" Harry kept his wand lined up with the target as arrows shot out of his wand, exploding on target. Harry ended the spell. Harry conjured more moving targets and tucked his wand into his robe. He raised his hands, palms facing the targets. "Quassare aquum gladdium." A sword of water appeared, and Harry used his hands to direct the sword, plunging through the targets. "Reducto!" Harry shouted. The targets exploded. He left the room panting.

Harry cast a tempus charm, which said 2:00. I should probably go to class. I only missed Divination. Harry walked out of his room and headed to Transfigurations.

Harry walked in and took a seat at the back of the class. Ron and Hermione were already at the front, talking in whispers. Draco was seated 2 rows ahead. As the bell rang, Professor McGonagall walked in. "Today we will be reviewing spells taught last year. We will start with the Vanishing Spell, except with larger objects. Please come to the front of the class and grab a crate. In it are different sized objects. If you make all the objects and the crate disappear by the end of class, your House will get 25 points."

The class rushed up to grab a crate, all wanting to get the House points. Harry walked slowly, not caring. By the time he got up to the table, cries of 'Evanesco' could be heard. He grabbed the crate and walked back to his seat.

Harry opened the crate. Inside the crate was a dead rat, a brick, a Quaffle-sized ball, and a stool. He pulled out the rat and the brick. "Evanesco," Harry said. The rat disappeared. He repeated the spell with the brick, and it disappeared. Must we do things this easy? Harry took out the ball and the stool, and used the spell on them, too. There were still 10 minutes left of class, so Harry looked around the room. Most people were working on the stool. Neville was working on the ball, and Ron was working on the brick. Crabbe and Goyle were working on the brick as well. Hermione and Draco were the only ones finished, and Pansy, Millicent, Dean, and Seamus were working on the crate.

"Mr. Potter. Why aren't you working on the crate?" McGonagall asked. Harry looked up at her.

"Oh. Sorry, must've spaced off." Harry pointed his wand at the crate. "Evanesco," Harry said, performing the spell wrong on purpose.

"Mr. Potter, it's evanesco, not evanesco. Try it again."

"Ok. Evanesco," Harry said, aiming his wand just above the crate. Before McGonagall could scold him, the bell rang, and Harry walked out of class. He heard McGonagall give 50 points to Gryffindor and 75 points to Slytherin. Harry smirked.

Just before he could go into a different hallway, Draco called out, "Potter!"

A/N

Ok, I would have written more, but stupid writer's block… Anyway, tell me what you think! I thrive on reviews. Just say something like "I like your fic." If you don't like it, tell me how I can improve! So…review!

Translations:

Conjicere - to shoot

Sagittae – arrows

Et – and

Quassare – to wave

aquum – water

gladdium – sword