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Stumbling out of the fireplace once more, he slowly got up, flushing slightly as he found a room full of Order Members looking at him curiously.
"Um...hi?" Harry said weakly, and gave an even weaker smile.
"Harry, mayI ask why you are here?" A soft voice came from his left, and found none other than Albus Dumbledore looking at him, dressed in periwinkle blue robes.
Harry avoided his eyes, and felt a flare of anger inside of his soul...from deep inside.
"I'm sure you should know, you old coot." He said sarcastically, amidst several mutters. "I mean, you know everything, and we all know that the great Albus Dumbledore knows and does everything for the good of everybody...apart from me. Aparently, I'm too much of a child to be able to learn something that will make a huge impact on my life. You could have told me why I had to study with Snape, someone who hates me just because I look like my father, you could have told me, and I wouldn't have gone, and S-he wouldn't have died...PERHAPS IF YOU'D EVEN LOOKED ME IN THE DAMN EYE, THAT MIGHT HAVE GIVEN ME EVEN THE SMALLEST OF REASONS NOT TO BE ANGRY ABOUT LAST YEAR."
"Potter, I suggest that you stop interupting out meeting and stop disrespecting the Headmaster." Snape interupted, snidely, and Harry turned to the man, and even he seemed to flinch at the look in Harry's eyes.
"AND YOU, YOU GREASY OLD BAT! YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME ABOUT OCCLUMENCY AT ALL. 'CLEAR YOUR MIND, POTTER', THAT'S ALL I HEARD. I NEVER LEARNT. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT THE HALLWAY, YOU SAW IT OFTEN ENOUGH. AND YOU COULD HAVE SOMEHOW LET ME KNOW THAT HE WAS ALRIGHT, BUT NO, YOU HAD TO GET RID OF THE ONLY FATHER-FIGURE I'VE EVER HAD! BECAUSE OF A STUPID CHILDHOOD RIVALRY. YOU ARE A PATHETIC, SNIVELLING, SELF-IMPORTANT, EGOTISTICAL PERSON! AND I AM NOT A DAMN SPOLIED BRAT! I WAS LOCKED IN A DAMN CUPBOARD FOR TEN YEARS, GIVEN LITTLE OR NO FOOD, TREATED LIKE COMPLETE AND UTTER CRAP, BULLIED, PUNISHED, FORCED TO WORK LIKE A HOUSE-ELF! I'VE NEVER HAD CLOTHES OF MY OWN, I'VE NEVER HAD SHOES OF MY OWN. THE ONLY THING I GOT WERE MY GLASSES, AND THEY'RE BLOODY FREE WITH THE NHS! THERE, A QUICK INLOOK ON THE GREAT LIFE OF HARRY POTTER!"
He went to reply, but Harry, silenced him once again, and stormed out of the room, leavinga silent Order staring between the shocked Potions Master and the now overly-aged Headmaster, and fell straight onto his bed, collapsing asleep as angry tears ran down his flushed face.