Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter books, they would have a dark Harry, and would not be suitable for young kids. Since the actual books have a good Harry, I obviously do not own them. I am just borrowing them from J.K.R. to perform psychological experiments on. They will be returned, but may end up sharing a room with Lockhart at St. Mungos for a period of time...
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"It is difficult to say who do you the most mischief: enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best." - Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton
Emeralds of Ice
"You never cared about Harry. All you cared about was the boy-who-lived. I was just a tool to you. A tool to be used and then thrown aside until the next time you have use for it. And you don't care what happens to the tool, if it gets busted and stomped on, as long as it can still fulfill its purpose, who cares what happens to it or what it thinks."
"Harry, we do care what happens to you," Dumbledore spoke, sounding very much like the old man he was.
"You act like you care, and for a while I believed that you actually did." Harry replied, his eyes glinting with an ice like quality.
"Then what changed, Harry? Why don't you believe us anymore?" Remus asked in a subdued voice.
"You want to know? You really want to know? Well, then I'll tell you. Fifth year. /That's/ what happened. You all talked about how I was so strong and brave and courageous, a true Gryffindor, but when it came to the truth, you all acted like I was a piece of glass, easily shattered."
"Dumbledore," Harry's voice was laced with malice. "You told me you wanted to protect me, that's why you never told me the truth. But when it came to protecting me from actual things, when I was actually in danger, you forgot about me. You act all high and mighty, but when it all comes down to it, you'd rather sit back and watch, rather than helping."
"When have I not protected you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"You honestly don't know," Harry said with amazement. "Or is it, you'd rather not know?" he finished bitterly, his ice like eyes glaring at them. "Let's start from the beginning. You couldn't even protect me when I was a baby. And then you send me to the Dursleys', knowing what they were like, all the time using the excuse that it was for /my own good/. And then when I began at Hogwarts, you weren't there to protect me from Quirill.
Second year, you didn't protect me from being blamed for what was happening. You didn't protect me from the accusing stares and looks everyone sent me. And then you weren't even there to protect me from the basilisk, Fawkes had to do it for you.
Third year, when everyone thought that Sirius Black was after me, he was able to get into the dorms, right under your nose. And then you didn't even try to stop Fudge from thinking that I was a lier.
Fourth year, Voldemort put me into the Tri Wizard Tournament, right under your nose. He even got a portkey into the last task. Now, did you even know any of that? No, you didn't. And when I needed someone to help me, you weren't there. I was all alone.
And then fifth year. Dementors showed up right in my neighborhood, but were you there? No. The entire wizarding world thought I was a lunatic when all I did was tell them the truth, but did you try to stop them? No, you were too worried about what they thought of you. And then all through the year, you never even told me that there was a chance that Voldemort could get control of me. You never tried to stop it from happening until I found out. But you protected yourself, didn't you?
And then to top it all off, every summer you sent me back to the Dursleys', knowing that they hate me and knowing that I didn't want to go back. But, did it ever cross your mind to ask /why/ I didn't want to go back so much? Did you even consider the possibility that there was a reason why I dreaded going back every summer? No, you didn't. Or if you did, you didn't care about it.
Not to mention the fact that you've lied to me my entire life, about everything."
--TBC
So, what do you think? Is it good so far? And don't worry, I will be explaining how Harry came to join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Thank you to all of my reviewers!
/--/ means italics
'--' means thoughts
"--" means speech
"It is difficult to say who do you the most mischief: enemies with the worst intentions or friends with the best." - Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton
Emeralds of Ice
"You never cared about Harry. All you cared about was the boy-who-lived. I was just a tool to you. A tool to be used and then thrown aside until the next time you have use for it. And you don't care what happens to the tool, if it gets busted and stomped on, as long as it can still fulfill its purpose, who cares what happens to it or what it thinks."
"Harry, we do care what happens to you," Dumbledore spoke, sounding very much like the old man he was.
"You act like you care, and for a while I believed that you actually did." Harry replied, his eyes glinting with an ice like quality.
"Then what changed, Harry? Why don't you believe us anymore?" Remus asked in a subdued voice.
"You want to know? You really want to know? Well, then I'll tell you. Fifth year. /That's/ what happened. You all talked about how I was so strong and brave and courageous, a true Gryffindor, but when it came to the truth, you all acted like I was a piece of glass, easily shattered."
"Dumbledore," Harry's voice was laced with malice. "You told me you wanted to protect me, that's why you never told me the truth. But when it came to protecting me from actual things, when I was actually in danger, you forgot about me. You act all high and mighty, but when it all comes down to it, you'd rather sit back and watch, rather than helping."
"When have I not protected you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"You honestly don't know," Harry said with amazement. "Or is it, you'd rather not know?" he finished bitterly, his ice like eyes glaring at them. "Let's start from the beginning. You couldn't even protect me when I was a baby. And then you send me to the Dursleys', knowing what they were like, all the time using the excuse that it was for /my own good/. And then when I began at Hogwarts, you weren't there to protect me from Quirill.
Second year, you didn't protect me from being blamed for what was happening. You didn't protect me from the accusing stares and looks everyone sent me. And then you weren't even there to protect me from the basilisk, Fawkes had to do it for you.
Third year, when everyone thought that Sirius Black was after me, he was able to get into the dorms, right under your nose. And then you didn't even try to stop Fudge from thinking that I was a lier.
Fourth year, Voldemort put me into the Tri Wizard Tournament, right under your nose. He even got a portkey into the last task. Now, did you even know any of that? No, you didn't. And when I needed someone to help me, you weren't there. I was all alone.
And then fifth year. Dementors showed up right in my neighborhood, but were you there? No. The entire wizarding world thought I was a lunatic when all I did was tell them the truth, but did you try to stop them? No, you were too worried about what they thought of you. And then all through the year, you never even told me that there was a chance that Voldemort could get control of me. You never tried to stop it from happening until I found out. But you protected yourself, didn't you?
And then to top it all off, every summer you sent me back to the Dursleys', knowing that they hate me and knowing that I didn't want to go back. But, did it ever cross your mind to ask /why/ I didn't want to go back so much? Did you even consider the possibility that there was a reason why I dreaded going back every summer? No, you didn't. Or if you did, you didn't care about it.
Not to mention the fact that you've lied to me my entire life, about everything."
--TBC
So, what do you think? Is it good so far? And don't worry, I will be explaining how Harry came to join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Thank you to all of my reviewers!