It has come to my attention that I have fallen into a bad habit of regurgitating the og plot of the stories I am writing. This is why I love reviews, I can see my mistakes and grow. I am going to try and stop that. It was harder with Harry Potter as I am less familiar with it, but I realized that my favorite stories to read are unique so why let myself fall into those bad habits? I am going to be reading the books to get timeline things I can't change but everything else will be changed...

I should also let you know the delay was that I got covid and my brain was uber fuzzy. I am still recovering but I am going to try people.

Thanks for anyone who mentioned that, it really helped. We all need a kick in the pants at times.

P.S. Have you heard Chun-Li? It's a Nicki Minaj song I am in love it.

This chapter is dedicated to Hippothestrowl who's comment is really what got me to change how I write.

Albus' skin tingled as he looked at the paper before him, reading Harry Potter's comments, the product of his decade plus of effort turning against him in a public way so deadly that it... well, Albus knew that he might not recover from. Rita Skeeter was a masterful commentator and Harry had a life time to gain hatred that Albus had prayed he would never tap into.

His prayers had fallen short.

"Harry, please, tell me about yourself. I have heard many things, like that you willing placed yourself in the Goblet of Fire and yet you seem quite distraught at the mere mention of the idea."

Harry sighed, the boy's beautiful green eyes filled with rage that I admit frightened me my dear readers. The boy's power is palpable, filling the closet we spoke in. I could almost see his magic, the boy's wrath made visible. "I did not place my name into that damn Goblet, I am famous enough for the death of my parents. Why would I crave any more fame? All it has gotten me is pain, in more than one way."

I believed him my dear readers, entirely and without reservation. I could taste his agony. "Please, tell me Harry, what is it that you mean?"

"Since I have been at Hogwarts nothing has gone right. Albus Dumbledore is the cause of most of that. He brought the Philosopher's stone to Hogwarts, a dangerous man attacked me for it, nearly killing me and my friends when we were all but led to protect it. All of the students were endangered, all of the Teachers knew and only put up weak defenses. The entrance had been blocked by a weak first year locking spell. "

I was stunned. "Can you prove that statement?"

"I would be willing to take any truth potion, no matter how strong. We were rewarded points for this, anyone present can tell you that. it was why we won the House cup that year. That was not all though. In the second year, a dangerous artifact was given to a student that allowed the Chamber of Secrets to be opened. I was outed as a Parsletongue and hated for it by the idiotic students of Hogwarts, who turned on me and blamed me for the attacks caused by the Basilisk released from the Chamber. Once again I was forced to clean up the mistakes of the adults after several students were petrified. Albus made no attempts to stop the attacks and in fact masked them. he did not try to stop the abuse toward me, the attacks in the hall, or even that fact that one Professor ended up being a monster that regularly erased people's memories and attempted to erase my own and that of a previous friend of mine."

"It sounds as if you do not respect Albus Dumbledore?"

"Why respect a failure? The man has given me nothing, allowed me to be abused and ostracized, endangered students, and worse. He allows Severus Snape to be a professor, a man who is famous for being abusive cruel and psychotic. He allows his students to use terrible slurs against Muggleborns, takes points off of people for breathing and is likely why we have so few healers or Aurors since he cannot actually teach in the slightest. A perfect example is actually about ten minutes ago, when Draco Malfoy called my friend, the smartest Witch in our year actually, a mudblood once again. We had a small duel, the ricocheting blasts hit two other students, one of which was my friend. Severus Snape ignored the acts of his students, mocked my injured friend and attempted to give me detention and points off. I refused it, of course, I no longer acknowledge his authority or that of Albus. If they expel me I will simply transfer schools, I refuse to be surrounded by failures, morons and abusers. I grew up with enough of that with my monstrous relatives."

To say I was furious was an understatement. "He allowed all that... what a monster! How can anyone allow such a man to be a Professor is beyond me. However, you what did you mean about your relatives?"

"That will have to wait until another time, I want the Minister Present and anyone the deals with Child Abuse investigations. I do not trust Albus to not try and hide what happened to benefit himself. I will also gladly go into more detail about the things I mentioned before. However what I should say is that once again, he has done nothing to stop the bullying, abuse and mistreatment of the students and staff due to their belief that I put my name in the Goblet. To be truthful I have lost any respect for the Wizarding world. I would happily lose my magic and live as a Muggle. If Voldemort came back, I'd give him the key to the kingdom so to speak. Why fight for people that put me on a pedestal one moment then shame and mistreatment the next? No, I am done fighting for ungrateful, abusive sheeple. I will always defend myself, and those I love but that is it."

Albus' hands shook, he barely dared to look up and see the stunned Great Hall. Many students were looking at Harry, some with hatred, some with shame, some with pain, some with amusement... Hagrid was swelling with anger, Minerva with pain and anger, and Severus with hatred so intense he was actually turning red instead of his normal pale rage.

"POTTER!" Severus bellowed. "Dete-"

Harry flipped the man off. "Nope, you hold no more authority over me. I do not accept it. Hell, from any of you." He stood and approached the Professors."Sprout, you allow your Puffs to treat me like dung, you are cold to me, you did the same thing in Second Year. Never got so much as an apology from that actually..." He turned McGonogall. "There really was a dragon in First year, you took a hundred and fifty points and endangered four students with Hagrid who as much as I love him is not safe to be around or bright. We nearly died there, or rather I did. Hagrid was to blame but you didn't even bother to check, you just reacted and allowed to be bullied by everyone from every house. You regularly mistreated the students, bully anyone that needs help, and let Neville be abused by damn hear everyone." He turned to Hagrid, who was actually quelled by Harry's glare. "You regularly bred dangerous monsters that endanger everyone, nearly got Ron and I killed through Aragog, didn't even get us out of detention when you were to blame and technically you assaulted my muggle cousin since you had no proof he personally was a beast, so you really should be punished for that." He turned to Snape. "I said it well enough in the Article, I hope you get the Dementors' kiss." Everyone gasped at that. Then he turned to Ablus, who felt his heartache at the raw hate in Harry's eyes, hate that made Voldemort's look tame." "You are the worst of all. This place is a hell hole of abuse, bullying and abuse so strong it makes me want to puke, I used to see this place as an escape from my abusive relatives but you... you turned this place into hell. You have no right to be in any position of authority. I wish you to get the kiss too, it is what you deserve. I'll settle for a lifetime in Azkaban, so you can relieve the pain you caused others, the many students with pain and misery and terrible memories. The lives you ruined..."

With that, Harry walked away, and Hermione followed behind him but the moment they reached the door, Harry turned around and grabbed Hermione's arm.

"If anyone comes after her to get back at me, they won't find what is left of you, that I promise you."

Not a single person, even Severus himself, refrained a shiver at the hatred in the boy's voice. It was colder than a thousand Tom Riddle's. Albus now realized that just maybe, Love was not the power the Dark Lord knew not... maybe it was something more...

Maybe it was hate.

""""

Hermione's heart sang when she heard Harry's defense of her. She had a crush on him, she had for years, how could she not with his bright green eyes and strong spirit? However, those words clicked something in her that she would never forget. "Did you mean it?"

"That I would kill anyone that hurt you? Yes, you are my best friend, Hermione, I could literally not love you more." Hermione couldn't stop herself, she threw her arms around Harry and put her lips on his, strong as she could. To her shock, Harry returned her passion fully. He was a good kisser too, and when they pulled back, Harry's dark skin was flush. "Why?"

"No one's ever cared like that... I... I was bullied a lot too, Harry... and... well, you have always been good to me, but when you stood up for me it just changed things."

Harry smiled. "You can be a pain I admit, but you are the most loyal person I know and you are beyond passionate. Loyalty is everything for me now Hermione, I never realized how much I valued it until everyone turned on me. Does this mean we are dating?" He tipped his head.

Hermione nodded. "If you want..."

"I guess that's a yes." He grabbed her hand and they walked away. "Um... Hermione, are you mad about my disrespecting the adults? I love you, I do, but you have always had an unhealthy regard for authority."

She sighed. "I know that, you'd be shocked to know that I have been trying for years to get over that. I am not blind to history, I love it, people in authority have been abusing it for as long as there have been people. It's just, that I have a weakness for power, the Sorting Hat brought that up actually,.. and I admire accomplishment. What you said though, it was so ... right! I couldn't deny it any longer, and the vieil fell from my eyes." She gave him a solid stare. "We have been through hell, you more than most, but Hogwarts is no golden palace. It is a house of bigotry and abuse and I cannot in good conscious ignore it. It's like with House Elves!"

To her shock, Harry nodded. "I actually have been thinking about that a lot, it's a good comparison. We are so used to the system we don't question it. I'll see about getting you a chance to interview with Rita about Spew."

She could not help but kiss him again. "Harry, we a... we are going to need to up your training, on everyone. We have no idea what the tasks are going to be. I don't want you to die, people die here! I have a lot of ideas. based on prior Tournaments and if Voldemort is really going return like with your dreams..." She whispered that last part."And honestly with as many people as you got mad, you really, really need protection... so that is a must, for both of us..."

Hand in hand, they hurried to the Library, ready to get to studying. Hermione would make sure her best friend and boyfriend would survive this damn tournament and by god maybe together they would make a change in this backwards society...

No one else seemed willing to do that so why not them...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write. I missed the more creative writings I have been lacking.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.