author's note: alright guys, so here's a new chapter for you! harry gets a bit… how do you say… badass? not major badass like he starts just doing whatever he wants and nobody can do anything to him, but he gets more of his backbone back… yeah. that's what happens. he grows a spine just a tad…. yep! sooo, i guess you want to new chapter then right? alright! here goes!

disclaimer: …yeah… no… i don't own harry potter. honestly though, if i did, why would i write stories for this website (not that it isn't the BEST website in existence) if i owned harry potter? i would literally be rolling in money if i owned harry. j. k. rowling has like all the money the american government needs right now. back to what i was saying though, no, i don't own harry potter or anything related to it.

summary: Harry was tired. Tired of people's expectations. Tired of not doing anything. Just tired of everything going on in his life. He doesn't want to live this tired life anymore, so, the question is, what is he going to do now?

Harry Potter

Tired

Walking quickly to try to avoid the prying people, he felt irritated. He did his job. He defeated Voldemort, Tom Riddle, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord and whatever else you want to call the person he killed in order to fulfill a prophecy. He helped in the reconstruction of the magical world and just left it at that. He declined becoming a professor at Hogwarts, becoming a quidditch player, becoming the Minister of Magic or just about any conceivable job there was. He did what he was forced to do since he was eleven. So, the question is, why were these people bothering him? He never did anything and he hardly ever left the house. What were they expecting him to do now? His pattern hadn't changed for years but every time he stepped out his house, it was like he had jumped into a tank full of piranhas. He stopped with this thought. Maybe now was a chance to try and change his life around? Maybe he could scare them away? That way the paparazzi wouldn't bother him any more and even if they did, they would be so timid that they wouldn't be able to do anything. Yeah. That seems like a good choice. So, with an abrupt turn, Harry faced the reporters and admirers and let loose a tremendous wave of magic, similar to when he had bouts of accidental magic, but a lot more concentrated, in both sense of the word. The crowd stopped dead in its tracks, shocked, but definitely mostly scared, of Harry. They saw him standing straight with power and confidence and saw his green eyes shining darkly, like a black diamond, with irritation and is clothes and hair fluttering around him slightly. Harry said one word but the intent behind it was clear as day.

The word?

'Leave.'

The intent?

'Come back again and you won't live to see tomorrow.'

author's note: yes. short. i know. but james patterson writes short chapters and nobody complains. in fact, he makes millions of dollars a year due to being a new york times #1 bestseller for basically all 10 books he comes out with a year. but, then again, i'm not james patterson so… i guess i can't really get away with it huh? oh well. next chapter is longer than this, promise. by how much? i don't know, but it's longer and that's what counts right? after that it's the super long chapter i've been talking about. i really hope you guys like the story so far. please, if anything bothers you, don't be afraid to tell me! even if it's just to say you hate the story, it still helps me try and become a better writer and it lets me know what i can improve on. have a great day guys!