The entire class was in shock as to how their first DADA class was going. Hermione asked a single question and the rest went downhill with the speed of a thundering herd of horses.

Harry had just lost Gryffindor 10 points and was not stopping there. He was boiling over and was not putting up with anymore bullshit from anyone.

"Now, you have been told that a Dark wizard has been raised from the dead-"

"Not exactly dead, but yes. He is back." Harry said.

"Mr. Potter! Do not make matters worse for yourself." Professor Umbridge said dangerously. "What you have been told is a lie. Not, Potter, please take a seat back down and read the chapter assigned. "

"IT IS NOT A LIE!" Harry shouted. Surprising himself with the volume of his voice. "I SAW HIM AND FOUGHT HIM MYSELF!"

"Potter! Detention at five'o o'clock, my office." She said in triumph. "I guarantee this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees the safety of the students from any Dark wizards. If someone is spreading these fibs, I would like to know and help. Now please, go back to reading."

Professor Umbridge sat down at her desk while Harry walked straight into the isle between the desks. Everyone was now staring at Harry. Most of the class were too scared to say something to him, in fear that he would blow at them too. While a few looked at him in amazement at how Harry was not taking any crap from this new professor.

"Harry, stop it. You're going to make it worse," Hermione whispered and attempted to grab his sleeve. Harry shook her off and ignored her warning.

"So you're saying that Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry said in a soft shaking voice.

There was a sharp inhale from everyone in the class. Harry had been closed off on what happened during the third task and still hadn't spoken a word about it too either Herminone and Ron. The two of them knew that Harry was already having a really rough day, but this was a whole nother level. Both of them wondered how Harry was going to last the year.

"What happened to Cedric Diggory was an unfortunate accident." she said coldly.

"It was a murder. Peter Pettigrew killed him and I dueled with Voldemort. And you know it." Harry said. He could feel the tears building up at the thought of Cedric's death.

Harry thought for a second that Professor Umbridge was going to scream at him. She instead spoke in the softest, girly voice possible, "Mr. Potter, please come here."

Harry could care less what happened now. He was boiling over and could hardly keep the remaining anger back. He watched her take out a piece of pink parchment and started to write something. She hunched over so Harry could not see what she was writing. Once she was done, she rolled up the parchment and with her wand taped it. It sealed itself so that Harry could not read what it said.

"Mr. Potter, please take this to Professor McGonagall." she said, holding the parchment out to him.

Harry roughly grabbed it out of her hand and swiftly strode out of the classroom. He ran down the corridors and when he was far enough away, he muffled a scream with the back of his hand. Harry bit the back of his hand to try and muffle it even further. He could feel the tears burning the backs of his eyes and bit down harder. There was no way he was going to let Professor Umbridge get to him. Cedric had been murdered right in front of him by Peter Pettigrew. Who then gave Voldemort a physical form.

With those thoughts, the memories of the event started to blacken his vision of his surroundings. He stumbled back in fear when he saw Voldemort. He tripped and fell down. Looking over to see what made him fall almost caused him to scream. It was Cedric's body, but it was mutilated. It was half decayed and was falling apart. It started to move towards him and Harry found that he could no longer move back any further. He was trapped. Curling up onto himself, he burrowed his face as deep as it would go in his arms. All he could do now was whimper and wait for his impending death.

Something touched his back. Harry flinched away from it. The thing persisted and that was when Harry noticed it was not cold like Voldemort's body or the death like the feel of Cedric's corpse. The thing was warm like a human. A quiet voice had begun to break through Harry's panic. He had no idea what it was saying, but Voldemort and Cedric had begun to fade from his vision.

The person, whoever it was, wrapped their arms around Harry. Encasing him in comforting warmth, keeping him safe from his memories. He leaned into the embrace and listened to the voice speaking to him. Soon, when Harry could no longer see Voldemort and Cedric, he looked up to see why was hugging him.

"Harry, have you calmed down?"

It was Professor McGonagall. She was on the ground, next to him, embracing his small curled up from.

"Y-yeah, I-I-th-th-think so." Harry said just above a whisper. His voice was still shaky from crying.

"Come to my office." she said slowly standing up.

Harry got up on shaky legs and followed her. Wiping his face from all the mucus and tears, they made their way to the office.

The entire way, Professor McGonagall kept looking over and checking on Harry. She knew that Harry has some form of anxiety or PTSD from all the things he had been through, but she had never, not even once, seen him like that. Curled up away from danger only he could see. Crying and hoping for someone to rescue him from the invisible danger.

Minerva had been wandering around the halls incase there were any students skipping or fooling around. She had not expected to see Harry Potter on the ground. She immediately knew something was wrong when she saw his shaking form. In all her experiences when dealing with Harry or his gang, he seemed strong and courageous, able to stand up against the wrong in the world, and being more brave than most adults. But here, she saw the real Harry Potter. A child who was under nourished for most of his life and abused and neglected by his only relatives, that had been forced upon a destiny he had been pressured into. This Harry Potter was not the one that was often in front of her, awaiting punishment for running around the school at night or searching for information on an adventure that Hermione, Ron, and him were going on.

Seeing Harry crying had struck something in her that she had not known existed. She had never felt such a strong emotion. Dismissing the emotion, she focused on getting them to her office before the class period ended and all the students would be rushing to get to the Great Hall for dinner.

When they reached the office, Minerva gestured for Harry to sit down in one of the cushioned chairs by a table. Harry looked down at his lap and saw the now crumpled note from Professor Umbridge. As Professor McGonagall sat down across from him, he gave her the note. She did not open it yet. She instead flicked her wand and a small tray of biscuits floated over.

"Harry, what on earth were you doing out of class?" she asked gently, though there was no room for excuses in her voice.

Harry kept his head down and mumbled something about the note and being sent to her office. Professor McGonagall sighed and opened the parchment to read it. Harry glanced up to see her eyes slowly narrow as each line was read.

"Please have a biscuit Harry while we speak." she said

Harry felt her gaze upon him. Telling him that he had no choice in whether he wanted one or not. He grabbed the smallest one and took a bite. Professor McGonagall seemed satisfied and continued.

"Harry, did you shout at Professor Umbridge?" she asked calmly.

"Yes." he mumbled

"Did you call her a liar, and said that You-Know-Who is back?"

This time Harry simply nodded.

"Harry," she said carefully. "What happened out in the hall, has it happened before?"

Harry hesitated. Yeah, it had happened before, but if he said 'yes' then she would be concerned. And a concerned teacher would then be always over his shoulder. Harry did not want that in any way, shape, or form. So, he lied.

"No, this is the first time."

"I want you to tell the truth, Harry," she said. "I am here to help you. It is my responsibility to care for the well being of the students in my house."

"I said no." Harry said again with more insistence.

Minerva did not believe him at all. Harry had been through much in his past years at Hogwarts. There was no way that that had been his first time experiencing something of the sort. But she also could tell that Harry was not ready to open up. He had begun to be a bit more closed off after his first year. Not completely shutting everyone out, just closed the doors a little bit each year.

"Harry," she said sternly. "I know you are lying to me, b-"

"I am not lying!" Harry said again. This time his voice was rising.

"'Please do not interrupt me when I am speaking." she said calmly.

Harry looked down at his lap again. Ashamed that he had allowed himself to get this worked up. It was only the first day of school and he had already had a nightmare, an anxiety attack, and a flashback.

"As I was saying, I know you are lying to me, but I will not push you into an uncomfortable zone." she continued. "Although I do expect you to find someone you can trust with these harmful things. If you find yourself struggling, you can always come and talk to me about it. Anything at all."

"Fine." Harry replied tartly.

"Harry, please use your common sense next time you begin to feel your anger rise up at Dolores. It should have cost you more than a detention and house points for yelling at someone connected to the Ministry. Think next time about who she is going to report to." Professor McGonagall added.

The bell run and Harry quickly stood up, ready to leave the office.

"Harry, before you go," she called to him just as he grabbed the door handle. "She wrote that you will be having detention with her for the next week in the evening. Starting tomorrow."

Harry clenched his hands on the handle. More time with the toad? Great. He swiftly made his way to the Great Hall for dinner. By this point he was starving, totally exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to be alone.

By the time he had made it, the word of his and Professor Umbridge's shouting match had reached nearly everyone. The word had traveled fast. Much faster than normal and while Harry was walking down to sit next to Ron and Hermione, he could hear the whispering.

Harry tried to eat, but the whispers slowly became louder and louder the more he focused on them. He felt even more exhausted with every bit he took. He could feel his eyes begin to droop and it was harder to focus. Ron and Hermione chatted. Ron complained about potions homework and Hermione was coming up with theories on the sorting hats song, ranting about how house elves should all be freed, and everything in between.

After around 30 minutes, Harry gave up trying to stay awake and eat. He told Hermione and Ron that he was going back to the dorms in which they quickly jumped up to join him.

"Oi, Harry." Ron called. "What homework do you want to start with? I figured I'd start with potions."

"I'm heading straight to bed." Harry said shortly.

Hermione looked over in surprise. Usually Ron and him would work together to get her to do their homework for them. While they both did not always do well on things, they still did their homework. She glanced over at Ron who seemed equally surprised.

"Harry, you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah, totally." Harry said sarcastically. "I totally have been having a wonderful day. I just love it when Snape decided to dump my work then proceed to give me no marks for the assignment. I just love it when you and Ron go off at me over things I can't control. I love it even more when I get a detention even when what I am saying is right and I get sent out of class."

Harry was now near hysterics. He could feel the tears and laughter bubbling up. Ron had a look of surprise and froze. Hermione looked guilty and her head slowly went down.

"The best part is when I have to continue to put up with everyone's BULLSHIT WHILE DEALING WITH MY OWN ISSUES!" Harry was now shouting in their faces. He quickly turned around and nearly ran to the dorms.

Harry made it to the portrait and gave the password to the Fat Lady. He walked into the commons and raised his hands to his face. Combining his hair back with his fingers, it was then ne noticed he had been shaking. Harry walked on his shaky legs up to his room. Reaching his dresser, he changed into his night clothes and wrapped himself up in his blankets. His body could no longer stay awake and the warmth of the blankets eased him into sleep.