Why it should be I who has to constantly clarify that I'm not J. K. Rowling? I would rather see the person who is spewing those ridiculous rumours do it...
From the diary of Harry James Potter:
There is no such thing as happiness. The only thing that makes people believe it exists, is people's own wish for it to be there. But really, what can you count on in life?
On one hand, you can be a "good" person, doing your work and minding your own business day in and day out. But that only makes you a sheep, mindlessly following the schedule while life takes a bite at you from time to time. You say that it can be enough? You're delusional.
In every person there is a void, an empty space that never can be filled, and it constantly makes us want more. That's why the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill, life is better, but more than anything, you can do so much more. It isn't even because it's all true. The reason people constantly think that is because, somewhere deep down, they know for sure that their life simply sucks.
But what can you do about it? Scratch and bite, scratch your way no matter what, to that little piece of heaven you so dearly desire? That will only make other people call you insane, dangerous, and they'll hate you for the simple fact that you even tried. Maybe, just maybe, some centuries later someone will admit that you did something good, tried to show a way... But who gives a fuck about people who didn't even know you, adding their own shit to your already messed up life?
So, what will it be? Because the only choice you can make in your life is if you want a long mediocre life filled with nothing, or a moment when you shine brightly, giving everything you can, but also getting a lifetime of struggle dumped on your head...
Hogwart's houses were meant to be a family for the students of the school. They should house a student, provide him with friends and guideance, no matter what kind of problem should they encounter. But have anyone ever though of what would happen if a house should renounce one of their own?
Obviously not, since then Luna wouldn't be in the situation she found herself in now.
Ridiculed by her own house mates, from the very first year, from the moment everyone noticed that she was all alone, she became Hogwart's punch-bag. Taking her things and scattering them around the castle was what it all only started with. Soon enough, if anyone needed to vent some steam, she would be the first one to know all about it.
Loony being a little out of touch with the world? Clearly no one knew just through what kind of crap she had to go through every day simply to get to sleep in her own bed. With everything that happened to her it was even a wonder that she haven't fully barricaded herself in her own imaginary safe haven. She didn't, because... Well, it was all okay...
Luna was never one to hold a grudge.
But a group that was currently giving her "what she deserved for being such a weirdo" – thing they repeated over and over again, to somehow inforce the weak excuse they produced to make it all right – didn't knew that Harry was once again able to slip out of infirmary, this time without raising a single alarm bell. And even if he couldn't possibly remember it, his body knew all too well how a round of Harry-hunting felt.
Two of the group surrounding the girl were thrown into air, with cacophony of breaking ribs accompanying their meeting with the wall – everything before anyone else even noticed what was happening. Two people that were fastest with their wands and managed to whip them out got their shoulders dislocated when they were pulled with such a force that they skidded along the corridor, landing in a heap at it's end.
Two bulkiest people from the three that remained, seeing that it was only one person standing against them, got the idea that they could overpower him. Moments later they were both lying on the floor, clutching their legs, as one flowing kick managed to undercut both of them, making them unable to stand again because of the multiple fractures.
The last person, still couldn't comprehend how all of this was happening, and because of that, instead of simply running away, even while backing away, still tried to maintain what he thought to be his superior composure, and pointed his wand at the person who was casually walking towards him.
One spell was all that he managed, as the other person leaped aside, bouncing of the wall, and doing a twirl to control his momentum. At other point in time, under different circumstances, it could even be beautiful, because when all the forces balanced themselves out, it looked, just for and instance, that the man was defying gravity by standing on the ceiling. As it was, the effect was spoiled, because when the momentum was lost, he slammed into the last person standing, pressing him to the ground and breaking both of his shoulders as an effect.
"I'll kill you," the person on the floor snarled through the pain and his rage, but in his position, it was unimaginable how he could accomplish that.
Harry who was still standing on the other man's torso didn't reply, simply bent down and grabbed his throat. He was about to squeeze, but one word stopped it all...
"Don't,"
It wasn't a command. It wasn't even spoken above a whisper. But it was successful. Because, even while Harry could be said to not understand the word itself, given his predicament, he understood all too well what accompanied that word.
Compassion.
He stood, turning to the girl that spoken to him. To the bruised and beaten girl in a torn school robe, since her tormentors didn't had the opportunity to cover their doings.
Luna walked past him, knowing, somehow, that she wouldn't accomplish anything by talking to him. Instead, she walked right up to the fallen boy who had passed out from the pain, and checked him for injuries, before starting the healing needed to stabilize his condition. Out of necessity, she was good with healing spells.
Harry watched all of this curiously. A girl who had been mistreated, now helping those who had hurt her because of the simple conviction that no human being should be hurt like that.
When she was done, Luna stood up, and headed in the direction of the infirmary without another word.
When she rounded the corner, the scene was broken, and Harry no longer could see anything of interest here. Instead, he noticed something else... somewhere else.
Hermione didn't have streangth to drag it on like that. Whenever she met Ron, it somehow, in ways she couldn't even start to grasp, ended in a screaming match. It wasn't even about words, but about the genuine hate she could hear in the voice of her once-upon-a-time friend. Was he even that? She didn't know. And right now, she didn't care, wanting only to run up the steps and be with Harry. It was no longer only with his things, because of his diary, she could get even so closer to him. Because even while it pained her to know him like that, it didn't change the fact that it was him, or the fact that...
What stopped her mid step was a massive intake of air, and a muffled curse when someone was pushed against a wall. She turned, only to stop breathing, because he was there. With his untameable raven-black hair. Then she took the whole scene, and only now noticed Ron struggling against Harry's hand, which held him couple of inches above the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ron spat angrily, "Some time in Azkaban and you think you're so bad ass, don't you, you fuc-" he wasn't able to finish, being thrown agains opposite wall. But faster than anyone could blink, Harry was right next to him, once again holding him against the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Ron repeated, "You finally gone around the bend? Why don't you go play with Loony-"
At the mention of Luna, Harry didn't simply throw him against another wall. Instead, still holding him above the ground, he pushed him through the glass and held him outside of the window of the Gryffindor tower.
With his back cut by the glass, and his mind clouded by rage, even in this situation Ron wasn't about to be more polite.
"Fuck y-" he stopped, but this time all on his own. It wasn't even because he noticed just how close he was to being dead. Instead, having Harry right in front of him, he took a good look at the man who clearly was about to kill him, and noticed one important thing. Something he haven't noticed before.
"Harry!" Hermione picked this moment to shake herself out of the shock, and when he turned his head to look at her, "Put him down on the floor," she said, even in this situation not managing to remove the bossiness out of her tone.
Harry turned back to Ron, who was now motionless, with his wide eyes looking at the raven-haired boy like he saw him for the first time in his life. After a moment, he did step back from the window and settled Ron to the side, where the boy slumped do the ground, not able to stand by himself because of the shock.
Like nothing even happened, Harry moved towards the window, taking a step onto the ledge like he was about to jump out.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed again. She wanted to run to him, to hold him and tell him to stay. But when he turned his head to look at her, all she saw was an expressionless face, and eyes which no longer carried any emotion.
It only made tears to start rolling from her eyes, and she did couple of uncertain steps, her legs numb from the sorrow. But someone stopped her. She turned to curse at anyone who might stop her from reaching Harry, but stopped in schock when she noticed that it was Ron. It wasn't because it was him in itself, but because, for the first time in a long time, she saw a friend. She stared into his eyes, and they were filled with the same sadness and pain she was feeling.
She glanced once more towards the window, but saw nothing except the wind came through the broken window, rustling the heavy courtains. She started crying there, in the middle of the common room, but it wasn't as bad as she thought it might be, with Ron there consoling her as best as he could.
With those two occurrences not being the only ones Harry took part in that day, as much as he wanted to, Dumbledore couldn't simply cover everything up as it was nothing, since additional beds had to be brought to the infirmary to accommodate everyone hurt, and the person responsible for it was still nowhere to be seen.
Soon enough, he had a group of raging parents and their children, because even while the injuries could be healed over night, the trauma their children endured just couldn't be omitted. And, of course, the person responsible had to be brought to justice.
Luna, Hermione and Ron, as people affected by the proceedings, were included in the meeting as well. But after sitting there and listening to people stating in different ways just what kind of psychopath Harry was, Ron had had enough.
"Won't you just shut up already!" he screamed, and of course, instantly the mob was on him, telling just what a child he was, and to not interrupt when adults were speaking.
One person, though, had another idea.
"If you have something to tell in this matter, Mr. Weasley, please, speak freely," Dumbledore said, when he finally managed to get everything in order, holding people who would like to disagree wit him with a pointed look.
"I've heard all about what you think, and clearly not one of you have an idea what exactly happened,"
"And why do you think you know?" Lucius asked, whit his smirk firmly in place.
"I don't know. Maybe the fact that I have first hand experience instead of second hand supported by my conviction that my child is a saint?" Ron challenged, and even while Malfoy senior glared back, the rest of the parents clearly felt embarrassed. "But if you want a proof if I know anything, fine, I'll give you one," he stated and turned to the group of the students.
"Tell me, Draco, you weren't exactly asking Harry about the weather when he broke your arm, right?" he asked, and even while the younger Malfoy glared back just like his father, he didn't say a word in response.
"Or you," he turned to a whole group," you weren't exactly asking Luna to come to a tea party, now were you?" he asked, and didn't even look at Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle or Nott, as like with other Slytherins, he thought that they would be too full of themselves to do anything but hate him. Instead, he turned to Cho, and two other Ravenclaws he didn't know by name. He watched them hung their heads.
"Did anyone do anything fluffy and nice when Harry got to you?" he asked, and just like he thought, no one responded.
"What are you insinuating?" Lucius got back in the conversation.
"I'm not insinuating anything, just asking questions about possible thing they might have been doing. If you do that long enough, you might even know what really happened," Ron shot back, being unable to hold his sarcasm. It was fortunate for him that both of his parents weren't able to come, since he would be in real trouble.
"But could we finally hear what is on your mind, Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, wanting to move the conversation back on the right track.
"Everyone keep saying how Harry is a psychopath, a savage and an animal. But I doubt he's anything of that kind, since I don't think any of those would let people live when they're set on to kill them," he said, and once more returned to that evening.
"While he was holding me outside of that window, his face blank, not showing hate or pleasure, I looked into his eyes, and they were as emotionless as his face. But instead, I saw something else. I saw me, hateful and angry, staring right back at me, and I didn't like what I saw," he finished, glancing at Hermione who gave him a sad smile in return.
"What are you getting on about?" Lucius interrupted again, loosing his patience.
"Once I saw a mirror which showed you your hearts desire," Ron continued, not minding the older Malfoy, "Harry's eyes reminded me of that, because he's just that. A mirror, a tool, showing people just what kind of monsters they truly are. He responds with violence when he encounters it," he stated, sweeping the room with his gaze, "and he responds with mercy, when asked for it," he added, turning to face Luna.
"Because sometimes, doing the right thing, doesn't mean doing the right thing," Hermione cited a line from Harry's diary under her breath, but still, Luna and Ron caught it.
"So, what are you saying?" asked one of the parents in the back when the three stood up to leave, having enough of this farce.
"I'm saying that if you want to look for people responsible, some people just need to look into a mirror, and look carefully," Ron turned by the door, letting the other girls exit in front of him, "And if you want justice, you don't need to do anything else, because I think everyone got what they deserved," he added before exiting.
"Merling knows I did," he added with a sigh when he closed the door behind himself.
AN. I made Ron the spokesperson because Hermione is too emotionally compromised to think straight, and Luna is... Well, Luna. Besides, he just understood what a douche-bag he was, so I wanted to give him a little credit.
I just understood that this isn't my kind of story. Violence isn't the reason, but the thing that I have to hurt people like Luna. I don't want to, but I need to, since I wouldn't like to write things like "Draco looked at him hatefully, and Harry started killing everyone in sight..."