Harry Potter and the Rude Awakening
Chapter One: True feelings are revealed
Harry wandered around the grounds of Hogwarts, turning everything that happened that year over in his head; going over every last detail, while still conscious to the fact that the sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day. It's almost as if whatever god is out there is spiting me for what happened, Harry thought. The Death Eater's escape from Azkaban, that bitch Umbridge who was the new Headmistress for a short time, who I might add was completely insane, and of course Sirius' death. As he walked he could vaguely hear the other students calling his name and saying well done, which infuriated him to no end. These were the same people that had spread the stories about him being insane in the first place, spread rumors that he was disturbed and seeking attention, and ever that he was the one that murdered Cedric. But now here they were, acting like they were best friends with 'the boy who lived.' Now that the world knew that he was telling the truth about Voldemort's return. In other words, they were friends of convenience.
This train of thought got him thinking of his earlier years at Hogwarts. In his second year everyone turned on him when they believed he was the Heir of Slytherin, simply because he was a Parseltongue (a person that could talk to snakes). Something that was considered a "dark art" to them. They spread rumors and accused him of attacking the other students, but did a complete 180 when he rescued Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets and killed the beast within. Much of the same situation occurred in his Fourth year when the Goblet of Fire spit his name our for the Tri Wizard Tournament. They did not believe that he didn't enter his name, not even his best friend Ron Weasley believed him. But they all came around after his excellent performance in the first task.
And at he end of that…he shuddered to block out the memories. He won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but at a high cost. Voldemort had returned, Cedric died, and Fudge wouldn't believe anything that he said, not wanting to ruin his reputation.
And then this year. This year was the worst. He had no contact of his friends during the summer, found out that he had to have bodyguards watch him, taught defense in a secret club, Ron and Hermione were made prefects, Umbridge banned him from quidditch, and put up all of her 'decrees.' Worst of all, he started to get visions from Voldemort, and was starting to be possessed. And a few days ago, he got a false vision and went to the Department of Mysteries, only to break the prophecy and see Sirius die. Oh, and then he was sent back to the Headmaster's office and was told that he had to murder or be murdered. Joyous.
Harry was vaguely aware of his so-called "friends" trying to get him to go to the Great Hall for the end of the year feast but he just ignored them. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care about eating. He had faced down Voldemort five times now since he was born; a man that had murdered his parents and countless others. But what hurt most was the complete and utter betrayal of those closest to him. He blamed them all for what happened and he could not forgive them. Most notably was Minister Fudge for not taking action when it counted, then Professor Snape for pretty much driving Sirius out into the open. And then of course there was Professor Dumbledore…
Harry blocked those thoughts out of his mind and started to drag his now feather-weight trunk into the castle, going over what he was about to do in his mind.
Inside the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore just finished giving his farewell speech and began eating when the doors to the hall burst open. No one could dispute the cold look in Harry's eyes as he strode towards the high table dragging his trunk behind him. Albus suddenly got a fearful look in his eyes as he realized what Harry was going to do. Harry reached the high table and turned gazing at the students with contempt.
"What do you think you are doing Potter, go take a seat right this instant," Professor Snape bellowed looking his most fearsome.
"Oh, just shut the fuck up, you greasy-haired git! All that you've ever done is ridiculed me, and I won't stand for it anymore," Harry snapped back, not even trying to hide his animosity. Snape immediately flew out of his chair and was about to tell the young wizard off when Harry raised his voice and spoke in a tone that would give the devil himself a moments pause. "Sit down in you god damn chair and listen to me." Snape just shot him the most menacing glare that he could come up with which Harry matched. After a few moments, much to the students and teachers amazement, Snape lowered his gaze and did as he was told. Harry then turned his attention back to the assembled student body.
"Now before we all go home for the summer and you empty your head, I have a few things to say."
The entire hall was staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
"First off I want to thank those of my friends that have stuck by me no matter what over the years, which I am sad to say isn't very many. The rest who claim to be my friends have turned on me for many reasons, all of which were proven false. They are the ones who seem to feel more comfortable labeling me as a dark wizard that was preying on the half-bloods and muggle-borns of the school. You saw fit to call me a liar and a cheat to get into the tournament last year. And then of course my favorite: being called mentally unstable and an attention seeking child. There have even been those that have called me a murderer, believing that I had murdered Cedric. Here's a little clip that I read from the Daily Prophet. 'A lone voice of truth, perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story, forced to bear ridicule and slander.' "That was an interesting read, but it wasn't complete in the fact that it didn't say that it was those very same writers and editors that were ridiculing and slandering me." It seemed that the students were really nervous by now; as though Harry would turn on them at any moment.
"This school has been my home for five years, and I thought that I was accepted here, but I was wrong. Those that don't hate me for some reason or another only see me as 'the boy who lived' as a savior, a symbol of hope when you people are not busy sticking knives in my back. Well you people can find yourselves a new bloody symbol because I've had enough. Now, I may come back next year, but that's because it's my god damned bloody fucking destiny. Confused? Good. Because you people are in for the shock of your life."
And with that, he grabbed his trunk and started walking towards the doors, leaving a very disturbed and surprised hall. But before he left, he turned around and said, "A few more things that I must add. Professor Dumbledore, please don't have anybody spy on my during my summer vacation, and don't you even fucking try to get me to leave my home to you-know-where. You won't be able to make me. I've found a was to be hidden from all of you, and nothing will be able to stop me. All of you people make me sick, except for a select few. I just don't bloody care anymore." As he saw Malfoy smirking at the Slytherin table, he took a glance in his direction, pointed a level wand at him, and muttered a spell that no one around him heard, sending Malfoy flying into the wall opposite of him, unable to move. Harry just glared at everybody, picked up a fork on a nearby table, and said 'Portus,' then disappeared as he touched it, feeling the familiar tug behind the navel.
Chapter One: True feelings are revealed
Harry wandered around the grounds of Hogwarts, turning everything that happened that year over in his head; going over every last detail, while still conscious to the fact that the sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day. It's almost as if whatever god is out there is spiting me for what happened, Harry thought. The Death Eater's escape from Azkaban, that bitch Umbridge who was the new Headmistress for a short time, who I might add was completely insane, and of course Sirius' death. As he walked he could vaguely hear the other students calling his name and saying well done, which infuriated him to no end. These were the same people that had spread the stories about him being insane in the first place, spread rumors that he was disturbed and seeking attention, and ever that he was the one that murdered Cedric. But now here they were, acting like they were best friends with 'the boy who lived.' Now that the world knew that he was telling the truth about Voldemort's return. In other words, they were friends of convenience.
This train of thought got him thinking of his earlier years at Hogwarts. In his second year everyone turned on him when they believed he was the Heir of Slytherin, simply because he was a Parseltongue (a person that could talk to snakes). Something that was considered a "dark art" to them. They spread rumors and accused him of attacking the other students, but did a complete 180 when he rescued Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets and killed the beast within. Much of the same situation occurred in his Fourth year when the Goblet of Fire spit his name our for the Tri Wizard Tournament. They did not believe that he didn't enter his name, not even his best friend Ron Weasley believed him. But they all came around after his excellent performance in the first task.
And at he end of that…he shuddered to block out the memories. He won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but at a high cost. Voldemort had returned, Cedric died, and Fudge wouldn't believe anything that he said, not wanting to ruin his reputation.
And then this year. This year was the worst. He had no contact of his friends during the summer, found out that he had to have bodyguards watch him, taught defense in a secret club, Ron and Hermione were made prefects, Umbridge banned him from quidditch, and put up all of her 'decrees.' Worst of all, he started to get visions from Voldemort, and was starting to be possessed. And a few days ago, he got a false vision and went to the Department of Mysteries, only to break the prophecy and see Sirius die. Oh, and then he was sent back to the Headmaster's office and was told that he had to murder or be murdered. Joyous.
Harry was vaguely aware of his so-called "friends" trying to get him to go to the Great Hall for the end of the year feast but he just ignored them. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care about eating. He had faced down Voldemort five times now since he was born; a man that had murdered his parents and countless others. But what hurt most was the complete and utter betrayal of those closest to him. He blamed them all for what happened and he could not forgive them. Most notably was Minister Fudge for not taking action when it counted, then Professor Snape for pretty much driving Sirius out into the open. And then of course there was Professor Dumbledore…
Harry blocked those thoughts out of his mind and started to drag his now feather-weight trunk into the castle, going over what he was about to do in his mind.
Inside the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore just finished giving his farewell speech and began eating when the doors to the hall burst open. No one could dispute the cold look in Harry's eyes as he strode towards the high table dragging his trunk behind him. Albus suddenly got a fearful look in his eyes as he realized what Harry was going to do. Harry reached the high table and turned gazing at the students with contempt.
"What do you think you are doing Potter, go take a seat right this instant," Professor Snape bellowed looking his most fearsome.
"Oh, just shut the fuck up, you greasy-haired git! All that you've ever done is ridiculed me, and I won't stand for it anymore," Harry snapped back, not even trying to hide his animosity. Snape immediately flew out of his chair and was about to tell the young wizard off when Harry raised his voice and spoke in a tone that would give the devil himself a moments pause. "Sit down in you god damn chair and listen to me." Snape just shot him the most menacing glare that he could come up with which Harry matched. After a few moments, much to the students and teachers amazement, Snape lowered his gaze and did as he was told. Harry then turned his attention back to the assembled student body.
"Now before we all go home for the summer and you empty your head, I have a few things to say."
The entire hall was staring at him, waiting for him to continue.
"First off I want to thank those of my friends that have stuck by me no matter what over the years, which I am sad to say isn't very many. The rest who claim to be my friends have turned on me for many reasons, all of which were proven false. They are the ones who seem to feel more comfortable labeling me as a dark wizard that was preying on the half-bloods and muggle-borns of the school. You saw fit to call me a liar and a cheat to get into the tournament last year. And then of course my favorite: being called mentally unstable and an attention seeking child. There have even been those that have called me a murderer, believing that I had murdered Cedric. Here's a little clip that I read from the Daily Prophet. 'A lone voice of truth, perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story, forced to bear ridicule and slander.' "That was an interesting read, but it wasn't complete in the fact that it didn't say that it was those very same writers and editors that were ridiculing and slandering me." It seemed that the students were really nervous by now; as though Harry would turn on them at any moment.
"This school has been my home for five years, and I thought that I was accepted here, but I was wrong. Those that don't hate me for some reason or another only see me as 'the boy who lived' as a savior, a symbol of hope when you people are not busy sticking knives in my back. Well you people can find yourselves a new bloody symbol because I've had enough. Now, I may come back next year, but that's because it's my god damned bloody fucking destiny. Confused? Good. Because you people are in for the shock of your life."
And with that, he grabbed his trunk and started walking towards the doors, leaving a very disturbed and surprised hall. But before he left, he turned around and said, "A few more things that I must add. Professor Dumbledore, please don't have anybody spy on my during my summer vacation, and don't you even fucking try to get me to leave my home to you-know-where. You won't be able to make me. I've found a was to be hidden from all of you, and nothing will be able to stop me. All of you people make me sick, except for a select few. I just don't bloody care anymore." As he saw Malfoy smirking at the Slytherin table, he took a glance in his direction, pointed a level wand at him, and muttered a spell that no one around him heard, sending Malfoy flying into the wall opposite of him, unable to move. Harry just glared at everybody, picked up a fork on a nearby table, and said 'Portus,' then disappeared as he touched it, feeling the familiar tug behind the navel.