Anger

When Harry awoke the next day he found that the lazy feeling he had felt the day before had disappeared. He hopped out of bed and gazed around the sleeping figures. It was only seven am; they could sleep a while longer. He strode over to the boys shower room which was empty. Putting his clothes onto a nearby chair, Harry got in on of the showers and turned the water on.

Draco had been fast asleep. After casting the spell over Harry last night he felt tired and drained. The spell was getting more and more difficult to cast, probably due to the energy it needed. So Draco probably would have slept in and missed his first class but he was a light sleeper. He sat upright, eyes wide open as he heard someone from the showers swearing very loudly. No-one else had even stirred. Draco walked to the showers in time to see Harry (AN. Don't worry, he's covered up with a dressing gown, Draco sees nothing he shouldn't!) swearing frantically at the shower head.

'Oh no, it's not singing Christmas Carols again, is it?' Draco asked, smiling slightly, 'last year we couldn't get it to shut up.'

Harry glared. 'It started of freezing and then went boiling, then cold again, then back to hot! It won't go anywhere in-between!'

Draco laughed, noticing the red blotches on Harry's arms where he got burned. In return, Draco received an icy look and a soaking towel in the face.

'Herm, there's Harry, lets go,'

Ron and Hermione stood up from the Gryffindor table and proceeded to the Great Hall doors where Harry and Malfoy were.

'Harry, what happened yesterday? People were saying you stormed out and disappeared, where did you go?' Hermione rushed.

Malfoy knew she should have kept at her table, with Harry being in the mood he is in right now things were bound to get bad.

'Did you snap?' Ron blurted out, 'Justin was saying Slytherin had got too tough and you snapped like a twig, is any part of that true?'

Malfoy closed his eyes. The Weasel King had to open his big mouth.

Harry glared. 'No, Ron, I didn't 'snap', so tell Justin to stick with his snakes, and Hermione,' his voice dripped with hate, 'what I do is none of your business, so shut up and leave me alone.' Malfoy would have cheered at that moment if he hadn't been too shocked. The spell was working but Draco had no idea it would work so well. Ron and Hermione stared dumbly at Harry, who, after giving them the finger, exited the Hall. Hermione was on the verge of tears, Draco was smiling from ear to ear.

Harry had not even got five minutes of his long walk of anger, when McGonagall's voice called after him.

'Potter! Headmaster's office, now! The password is 'Honeybooks'. Go now!'

Harry snarled as he turned on his heel and travelled to the gargoyle which guarded Dumbledore's office. 'Honeybooks,' Harry said.

Harry entered Dumbledore's office moments later to find the old wizard behind his desk. 'Sit down, Harry,' he said gravely.

'No, I prefer to stand.' Harry said, crossing his arms and leaned against the wall. He ignored the irritated look he was getting. So what if he angered the headmaster? It wasn't like Harry cared, after all, today had not got off to a good start.

'Fine, but please mind your manners.' Dumbledore said. Harry sneered. 'I was told yesterday you left the school during class hours. Why?'

Harry sighed. 'Because the teacher was being a bitch.' He said plainly.

A dark shadow fell over Dumbledore. He was not happy. 'Harry!' Dumbledore boomed, 'Don't ever use that kind of language, especially when talking about a teacher!'

Harry was mad, how dare he, 'Don't tell me what not to say, you're not my father!'

A red-faced Dumbledore stood and Harry noticed how tall he was. 'I highly doubt your father would appreciate your speech!'

'I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HE WOULDN'T APPRECIATE!' Harry yelled, 'LEAVING ME WITH THE FAMILY FROM HELL FOR TEN BLOODY YEARS BEING TREATED LIKE CRAP AND BEING BEATEN UP BY BOY WHO COULD ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A CROSSBREED BETEEN A PIG AND A WHALE! BY THE WAY, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY WILL MAKE ME GOT BACK TO THEM, NO BLOODY WAY!'

This had quietened Dumbledore. He sat back on his chair and studied Harry like a painting full of confusion. 'Is that what this is about Harry? You're worried about going back to the muggles?'

'NO!' Harry seethed. ' I HAD ONLY REACHED ONE YEAR OLD BEFORE SOME DARK WIZARD COMES AFTER ME, KILLS MY PARENTS AND YET FAILS TO GET RID OF ME, LEAVING ME TO A LIFE OF ISOLATION AND DEPRESSION! THEN, GROWING UP WITH THE DURSLYS AND THEN BEING TOLD, ON MY BIRTHDAY, THAT I WASN'T WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS! I GET THROWN FAME I DON'T WANT AND THAT SAME KILLER WHO MURDERED MY PARENTS IS STILL AFTER ME!'

Harry took several gasps to calm himself. Once he had done so he lowered his voice, 'every one won't leave me alone…I can't get a break at all…'

Dumbledore had listened to every word of the boy's outburst yet failed to show any feeling (which made Harry even more flared up). He sighed heavily, 'I don't know why but I'm going to let you off, see if that's a break. McGonagall wanted me to bombard you with detentions but all I'll ask for is for you to apologise.'

Harry was about to tell him where to go but told himself to calm down. It was either apologise or live the next year in detention. 'Fine,' he mumbled.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, showing relief, and waved Harry dismissal. Harry left cursing the headmaster under his breath. 'The Slytherins are right, he really is an old git…'

Much to Harry's annoyance, it seemed a third of the school was giving him the cold shoulder.

The news of his rudeness towards Ron and Hermione had spread throughout the school by midday. All houses except Slytherin appeared to take his as bad news. Hufflepuffs were running from him, even taking detours to their classes as to not pas him in the corridor. Ravenclaws glared and talked about Harry behind his back, careful not to be heard. Gryffindors were unsure. Some were willing to assume it was all the pressure that was getting to him and tried being friendly if they seen him, others avoided him completely, thinking Harry was changing and would soon be the enemy. Hermione had taken it bad, thinking it was her fault for some reason. During classes she would suddenly break down in tears and twice ran out to the girls bathrooms. Ron went into silent mode. Nobody could tell what he thought.

Harry had shown up in classes, but teachers, who were aware of the recent happenings, gave little to no work. McGonagall said to read their school book to chapter three. Binns simply drowned on about the Victorian times when an infamous wizard did something seemingly exciting. Of course, no-one even started listening after he stated he would not be testing on this topic. Snape was writing up papers as Harry, the other Slytherins and the Gryffindors entered the classroom. It was the last class of the day.

On the blackboard were instructions for a simple sleeping draught that even Neville could manage without Snape's help. It was a two people potion and Ron and Hermione deliberately chose the desk next to Harry and Draco.

'I'll get the utensils out, you get the ingredients,' Draco murmured, getting his cauldron out. He reached for his wooden spoon but froze as he felt an angry gaze on him. He looked up to Harry, 'What?'

Harry snarled, 'Don't tell me what to do, YOU get the ingredients, I'LL get the stuff.' He gave a threatening look as if to dare Draco to disagree. His fists were already clenching.

Draco glanced over to Ron and Hermione who, for once, seemed to be ready to jump to Draco's defence. Draco looked back to Harry. He just wants to fight, Draco thought, that's why he's challenging me. Knowing Harry was taller and stronger than him and, straight to the point, a much better fighter, he raised his hands in defence and back away to the storage cupboard.

Meanwhile, Harry noticed his friends were staring, so he turned to them, his cutting knife rose slightly, 'do you mind?' he asked dangerously. Hermione gulped and turned, letting her hair fall over her face, and cried while cutting. Ron returned a glare matching Harry's. He approached Harry and said in an under tone, 'Listen, mate, you may have changed but I will not let you upset her anymore than you have. So from now on, or at least till you've went back to normal, don't talk to us.' Ron returned to his work.