Harry had just wanted to disappear as well after the war. He'd vanished without a trace to Paris after killing Voldemort and managed for a while to stay under the radar there for a while. But the British Ministry had finally found him. Why they would send AURORS to get him back was an issue on its own, but all he wanted was to get out of the spotlight. He sighed happily as he hid in the basement of 12 Grimmauld Place. At least now he had a hobby and a place no one could find him.

He had found this spot upon his forced return. No one had been allowed to see him forcibly returned, but somehow a picture had been taken and released anonymously that showed how very displeased he had been to return. Of course Harry knew who it had been. Rita Skeeter had snuck into the house later that night before it had been printed to get an exclusive interview that showed the true Harry Potter. The threat to her job should anyone find out it was her work was enough to make her print the truth… in his words. Both of them knew that an article like that would ruin the Ministry in these post-war times and that they would try to suppress it. 11:59 pm was, therefore, the perfect time to turn in the article and ensure it was printed with little opportunity to be forced to make changes.

Since the article came out, Harry had been under house arrest with nothing to do but explore his godfather's home. An old sewing machine combined with an unplottable room and he had a studio set up to begin his new life. He would continue his budding fashion design ideas on his own and wait until he had enough prototypes to set up a store all his own. He'd also been fashioning a second wand, using the best of the computer he'd snuck out to get. The magical tether to London would be easy to sever with his own wand, he decided as he doodled another outfit he would soon begin… and then he would drop it. Faking his own kidnapping would be the best recourse… then he could set up in London itself and forget the existence of Harry Potter, weapon of the Wizarding World of England. He smiled and signed the doodle 'EJ'… Evon Jameson would soon be born and with him, the line EnJambment.

The next morning, while eating his cereal, coco puffs to be exact, a knock came at the door. "Dobby, would you get the door?" Harry said around his cereal.

"Yes, Master Harry, Dobby would love to get the door for his master" Dobby squeaked as he ran toward the door. As he opens the door, an annoying voice calls out.

"Oi! Harry, where the hell are you?" Ron bellowed out.

"Sitting in my kitchen, eating breakfast in my pajamas," Harry replied, quite bored, "Where I have been for the last month, under house arrest, like your bloody department deemed was necessary." He takes another bite of cereal, "Although I have no clue why its necessary, Voldemort is dead, most of the Death Eaters who were his biggest supporters are dead, why in the bloody hell am I stuck at home?"

"Well, Harry, you know the minister is concerned for your health…"

"Concerned for my health my ass, Ron. He just wants me around as a bloody status symbol, and we both know it." Harry looks down at Dobby, indicating he is done with breakfast.

"Yes, Master Harry?" Dobby asks, squeaking. "What is it that Dobby can be doing for you right now?"

"Show Mr. Weasley out Dobby, I'm not in the mood for visitors," Harry says, sadly.

"You'll be coming along then, Mr. Weasley. Master Harry does not want visitors, no visitors shall be here" Dobby murmurs to himself. "Come on Weasley, you need to be leaving."

"Harry, mate, come on now…" Ron barely gets out before Harry cuts him off viciously.

"No, Ron. Don't 'Harry, mate' me. You haven't ever been my friend really, you were just there hanging onto my coat-tails, wanting the fame I had, never realizing exactly what price I damn well paid to get the fame I never bloody wanted in the first place."

"Come on Harry, you know what I meant," Ron retorted hotly, not caring that he was overstepping his role as guest, and heading straight into acting like Molly.

"No Ron, I don't know. All you ever have done is try to hold me back, and make me a slacker like you. You never cared about what I was feeling, or what was going on in my life. It was always 'My life this, my life that'. What about my life Ron? I grew up without my parents, without any friends from that area, without family. I grew up unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. My aunt and uncle despise me, and my cousin tortured me. How the hell am I supposed to know love?" Harry railed at Ron, not caring what it was doing to his supposed friendship. "You only cared if I was doing something that went against Dumbledore's supposed plans for me. Dumbledore never cared if I lived or died, so long as the dark lord was vanquished. He never cared if I lost my life along with him. Alive, I would be a hero, dead? I would be his fucking martyr. The-Boy-Who-Died-For-Us is so much more than just the effing Boy-Who-Lived."

"Harry, that's not how it was, and you know it. Dumbledore loved you." Ron sputtered out, taken aback at the venom spilling from Harry's mouth. "Yes, you were supposed to be the one to vanquish He-who-must-not-be-named. You were the one in the prophecy."

"Prophecy my ass Ronald. There were two of us that could have been the subject. It was your fucking pet rat that led Voldemort to my parents, and to me. And as for Dumbledore loving me? Don't make me laugh, if that old coot loved me, he wouldn't have put me with wizard hating muggles, he would have put me with someone who loved me, and would have raised me. I was neglected, tormented, and abused my entire life. He could have intervened with Sirius' "trial" and kept him out of Azkaban, and kept him in my life. The man who should have raised me spent my entire life in a hellhole, in constant torment, all because of one man's supposed plan to save the bloody world. It rested on the shoulders of a 10-year-old boy who had no idea what the hell was going on. And his plan hinged on the boy being downtrodden so he would meekly follow along to his tune, all laid out nice and pretty. So you tell me what kind of life I should have had, knowing the entire time I was supposed to kill someone no one else had been able to kill before." Harry slowly turned away from Ron, not even wanting to look at him anymore, lest he do him bodily harm. "Now you can get out of my house, and never return."

A/N: Yes, yes, Harry is quite angry with Ronald. Not without cause though. Just think about it. Read and review!