I don't own Harry Potter. This series of one-shots are closely related to the other one-shot I wrote earlier, Why am I not Surprised? This is a work of fiction with my own personal spin on the character. Please let me know what you think, but please don't litter my inbox with saying this is cliche. I happen to like cynical Harry stories.

The House is like your Family.

The moment the Gryffindors turned against him because he had tried to do the right thing for Hagrid, Harry had suddenly felt right at home. He had lost count of the number of times the Dursleys had accused him of some wrongdoing which wasn't even his fault since Dudley and his idiot friends had gone out of their way to cause trouble for him for the Dursleys.

Harry had always dreaded waking up in the morning because of his cousins antics. He was positive the elder Dursleys knew precisely what their son was doing, but since they loved punishing Harry for everything, it was doubtful they cared.

And Hagrid said I would enjoy Hogwarts.

Well, to be frank, Harry had indeed been enjoying Hogwarts; while Malfoy and Snape were annoyances he could have done without, especially given the Potion Master's habit of comparing him to his father, saying how James Potter was arrogant this and arrogant that although Harry actually thought the man, and he was using the word lightly since in Harry's mind a grown man would have grown up by now instead of letting some petty grudge get to him and go on for this amount of time, and Malfoy was just a pathetic spoilt loser with delusions of grandeur, he had been enjoying the school.

Thinking of Hagrid made Harry grimace.

He didn't want to get involved with taking the fall for the gentle giant of a man again. Eventually, Norbert, the little dragon would have burnt down the hut Hagrid lived in because Hagrid was simply too stupid to realise Norbert could breath fire. And his hut was made out of wood.

Dragon. Fire. Wood. Not exactly a good combination. And even if the little dragon didn't burn the hut down, what would happen when it started to grow. Harry had the feeling that although Hagrid might not get too many visitors on a daily or weekly basis, people would start to notice when the dragon started growing too big for the hut to handle.

But while Harry liked Hagrid, and loved him for putting the Dursleys in their place on that little ramshackle hut in the middle of the ocean, it was clear as day Hagrid had no common sense, and seemed to live in his own little world. He had certainly ignored Harry and Hermione's warnings; it was okay to dream about having a pet, but surely it would have been better if he had made preparations, but in Hagrid's mind everything was fine.

Absolutely dandy.

Except…it was not.

Now Hagrid seemed to realise the depths of some of his mistake. He was still in denial of having done anything wrong, but he hadn't really done anything as far as Harry was aware to help him and his friends get out of this mess. Either way, Harry wasn't really sympathetic. However, if this mess hadn't happened, then Harry would have probably never known just how much like the Dursleys the Gryffindors were, and how much of a bitch McGonagall was, and how she was no different deep inside compared to those teachers in primary school.

Judgemental and nasty.

Yep, just like the teachers.

And like the Dursleys, which wasn't a nice image for Hogwarts.

Why the hell was Malfoy forever trying to get him and the others into trouble? What was he doing, trying to prove himself better than others?

Harry didn't know and didn't care, but he was getting tired of the little blond bastard; if he wasn't careful, he might wind up dead.

But now he had a detention in the Forbidden Forest. Harry had heard stories ever since he had started at the school and heard of the Weasley twins various attempts to get inside, of what was in there, and all of the stories although some of them were likely exaggerated even if Harry was quickly starting to learn here there was some truth to rumours and stories.

He had heard enough to know there were things inside that forest that he truly wanted to avoid.

What the hell were the teachers thinking? Or did they even think at all? It didn't appear as if they did.

It's funny, he thought to himself, when I came here everyone loved me simply because my parents died, and now I am a pariah. It's even worse with the Gryffindors since they're so taken in with this whole Slytherins are evil, and we must fight them crap, or more likely I must fight them since I am this Boy Who Lived, but now I've lost the House so many points they hate me.

Harry wanted just wanted to withdraw from the Gryffindors as he did with the Dursleys, and pretend he simply didn't exist. Unfortunately, while the Dursleys preferred it if he wasn't even there, and liked to pretend he didn't exist and lashed out at him whenever something broke (usually because Dudley was a pig and loved getting him into trouble just for laughs), the Gryffindors would not let him try.

Harry had tried to get out of Quidditch. Wood wouldn't let him. The older boy had screamed at him, saying they could get all of those points back and that Harry should redeem himself. Quidditch wasn't any fun of course since the rest of the team made his life a misery and only referred to him as the "seeker" if they had no choice but to speak to him.

If that keeps up, next year I will resign. Sure, the Gryffindors will probably hang me, or whatever these stupid people do if you displease them, but I don't care. I have had enough. These people are just as bad as the Dursleys.

Hermione, Neville and Ron had it just as bad. Harry envied the first two; although they weren't as well known as Harry was, they had earned some scorn even if he received more flak.

It was Ron he couldn't work out.

Why the hell did the idiot not throw the letter he'd received from his brother Charlie who had the good fortune of being a worker in a dragon sanctuary? What, did he miss his brother so much he couldn't bear to part with it?

Harry didn't know and didn't care. He just wished he could be left alone. Unfortunately, he was learning very quickly, judging from what others were saying about his role as being the next Albus Dumbledore, the Boy Who Lived should be the perfect Gryffindor.

What he had done was not perfect.

These people had standards of their own, and he didn't like them.