Harry sat in the corner of the living room. He sniffed a bit and scooted a bit farther into the shadows. Today he was 6. Well, more importantly, Ryan was 6. The reason he was in the corner was because he wasn't allowed to take attention away from Ryan. Harry looked up as Ryan blew out the candles on the cake. It read, Happy Birthday to Ryan! But it had a barely readable, smudged, "and Harry" on it. Harry sniffed again. Ryan puffed and blew out the last candle. Lily cheered for him and snapped pictures with a modified muggle camera. James smiled lovingly at his son as he answered a reporter's questions for Ryan. Ryan reached over and grabbed a piece of cake, stuffing it into his mouth, it was the "and Harry" part. Ryan looked straight at Harry and gave a spoiled smirk. Harry glared. Ryan stuck his tongue out. Sniffing some more, nobody noticed as a small forgotten boy scuttled out of the room, crying.
"Magic, why do they hate me?" Harry asked his parent.
"Harry, they do not hate you. They are just consumed in the fame, and it has warped them." Magic said wisely as it put a piece of cake on a small plate. "They do not deserve you anyway!" Harry sniffled and thought.
"Is it bad if I hate them?" Harry watched Magic decorated the cake with, "Happy Birthday my little hero!" in green icing.
"No, for they deserve it. But hear me clearly, hate is a strong emotion, do not let it get the best of you. Hate only when the object of your hate truly deserves it." Magic said. Harry's face scrunched up in thought, then he nodded.
"I get it... but, is revenge bad?" Harry asked as he accepted the proffered piece of cake.
"Weeeelllll...."
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Harry grunted as he gave the simulated Deatheater one last kick to the groin. The "Deatheater" gave a squeal as it fell into a heap on the floor, where it was quickly AK'ed into oblivion. Harry spun, eyes open for any last surprises. A voice announced that the training session was over, but he kept his guard up. Last time he had put his guard down to early the "Deatheater" had come back to life and crucioed him while simultaneously kneeing him in the balls as payback! He wasn't going to go through that again. Sure enough, the Deatheater rose back up again, now as an inferi. He looked up and spotted the mage who made the inferi and shot a fire bolt at him and his undead creation, simultaneously frying them. He heard the announcement again and dashed for the door, getting out before Magic launched another session at him. He made it out the door just in time and tumbled into the hall, panting. Magic popped up next to him, pride emulating from it. The training room was located in the unused wing of Potter Mansion, Harry couldn't have a room in the used wings or he be in big trouble. Well, actually, when he completed the first half of his training he could probably beat the snot out of the trouble. He wasn't even allowed to use Ryan's dusty exercise room! Oh well, he would be out of here and wreaking havoc on Hogwarts in a few more years. 3 to be exact!