Do you ever get tired of Minerva McGonagall's incompetence and general apathy towards her students? She claims to care for them, and yet she refuses to spend time with them and help them. She has allowed Snape to bully them for years. She allowed Harry to be attacked multiple times, and it's likely Hermione went behind Harry's back to tell her about Umbridge and the Blood Quill. So why is she useless?
Unfortunately, I can't answer that.
Enjoy, and I don't own Harry Potter.
You've got no intention of being a good Head of House, have you?
Harry was glaring at McGonagall angrily.
The arrogant woman in front of him…. sometimes, just sometimes, Harry wondered to himself if the woman was genuinely thick.
He had just come from one of the worst lessons he'd ever had in his life; he had known he should've guarded his tongue where it came to Umbridge, in fact, he had known from the off what the woman was doing in Hogwarts in the first place. It wasn't rocket science. Contrary to what he had told the Order, Sirius as well as his so-called friends, Harry had actually read the Daily Prophet articles, read the lies the newspaper were spinning about him as part of a nasty smear campaign organised by Fudge.
He had not bothered to tell them because, by the end of the year, he would be long gone. He no longer gave a damn about Voldemort, about the upcoming war. He just wanted to live his life in peace and if the Ministry, the Order, and the world did not like it, well tough.
Let the British wizarding world clean up their own messes for a change. Harry had originally planned on not bothering to say a word relating to Voldemort's return since it was precisely what Fudge and Umbridge wanted. They wanted an excuse to deal with him for ages, and while Harry had no intention of playing Fudge's infantile and petty games, he had needed to see just how far Umbridge was willing to go.
He had mouthed off at the toad in the year's first Defence lesson to rile her up, and she had given him detention and sent him to his Head of House to let her know what was happening. Well, Harry had gone and he'd gotten nowhere.
The sad truth was Harry had never expected McGonagall to do anything. Hermione had been the one to insist they visit the woman during that mess in First Year. The woman had never believed them. Harry did not know what it was but McGonagall had this…this thing where she would refuse to help anyone even if their fears were well-founded. Another sad fact of life in Gryffindor was how McGonagall never seemed to care about her charges; she was highly detached and she had the habit of dismissing anyone who brought a concern to her.
As if that wasn't bad enough, most Gryffindors had often had to resort to going to a different Head of House in order to find out information or to solve problems. Some could say McGonagall was overworked, but Harry did not believe that for a moment. He actually believed the woman was just apathetic to everything she did not like to hear. In a lot of ways, that attitude was prevalent throughout the magical world.
Fudge was a prime example.
McGonagall had refused to listen to him then, but now after he'd endured his first detention with the toadying bitch he had opted to see if this would change things. If she didn't, well he could find a way of getting it to the DMLE. Just because Umbridge was powerful didn't mean she was invincible as she liked to believe.
"I have just told you what happened during the detention, and you still don't believe me?" The stinging pain in his hand from where the Blood Quill's magic had cut into his hand was augmenting his growing rage as he asked the question.
McGonagall's expression was pinched. She had listened to Harry's summary of what had happened in the detention but she found it hard to believe, but then again she had learnt to never believe anything Harry Potter said. In her mind, he was, as Hermione Granger had often remarked, an idiot. And Miss Granger was right. Mr Potter never took the trouble to excel as a student, in fact, in McGonagall's mind, the boy was mediocre.
That was one of the reasons she had never taken him seriously.
"Now don't take that tone with me!" McGonagall snapped. "I have listened to what you've said, and I find it hard to believe Professor Umbridge-."
Harry snorted. Umbridge hadn't earned her place as a professor in the castle, she was nothing more than a ministry stooge, one he wanted to get rid of.
"-would torture you like that," McGonagall finished, glaring at him for the interruption.
"You barely listened to me at all; it took me five attempts before you got the whole story, you interrupted me the whole time!" Harry snapped back, returning the glare with all the rage he could muster. "And she isn't a teacher, not in my mind; she's just a lapdog who eats the crap from Fudge's plates!"
"That's only because you have nothing but tall stories to tell me, Potter," McGonagall lashed out.
"Tall stories? What, like the one where I was proven right about the Philosopher's Stone? The time where I was not the one who unleashed the basilisk on the castle, attacking muggle-borns every day? Or what about the time where I was accused of putting my name in the Goblet of Fire? You've got no intention of being a good Head of House, have you? Did you know all the Gryffindors eventually work out you're not gonna do a thing for them so they're forced to go to two of the other Heads of House for help and support? Were those tall stories, you arrogant bitch?!"
McGonagall was on her feet in outrage, too stunned and furious by the attack to notice what he had said about her Gryffindors being forced to go to the other Heads of House for help. "How dare you?! You are nothing but a mediocre student, a disgrace to your parent's memories."
Harry, although shaken by what McGonagall had just said, was unsurprised. He had known for a long time how McGonagall looked down on him, thanks to listening to what Snape and Hermione said about him (he would have to arrange for an accident to happen for Hermione, a bad one), but hearing her actually say it…
Silently Harry placed his injured hand on the desk, showing the bloodied scars from the Blood Quill in all of their glory. McGonagall's eyes widened in horrified amazement as she saw the scars for the first time.
"I wanted to see what Umbridge would do. I knew she was here to deliberately cause trouble for me, and I wanted to see just how far she and that petty bastard would be willing to take their vendetta, and now I know. I also know you will never lift a finger to help anyone. You are not a Head of House. You never deserved the position for you never do anything to make the decision to make you a Head of House really justified," Harry stood up and picked up his things. "You will never see me in this office again, Professor. I now see such talks are a waste of time. Goodbye."
Harry left without another word.