Harry spun around and beheaded another Orc, laughing manically all the while, with the gleam of death in his vibrant green eyes. He saw one of the little ones struggling against an Orc twice his size. He liked the little people, they were not greedy or cruel like most of the creatures he had encountered in his long life. Without a second thought, he sent a wandless curse at the monster, killing it instantly. Harry knew he was crazy and he embraced it. He enjoyed it. No one expected him to be a savior, or to sacrifice himself for the Greater Good. He could just do or say whatever he wanted. Harry felt another monster attempting to sneak up on him, drew out his favorite daggers, and stabbed it through the heart. He liked his daggers. They had been made for him by an old friend who had learned the long-lost art of combining metalwork and magic, and the result was far more powerful and permanent than any other weapon Harry had ever come across. He saw Aragon across the room and made his way over to him. He put himself at his friend's back and they worked in tandem, a deadly whirlwind making its way through the room to protect the others. Harry did consider Aragon his friend, even though he enjoyed torturing the man every now and again. Aragon was the only reason Harry had even tagged along on this ridiculous venture. Harry had come along even though he didn't really like any of the others. The Istari reminded him a little too much of old Dumbles, with his plans and agendas. The elf seemed nice enough, but Harry had had bad experiences with the Woodland elves that made him slow to trust. He thought all Dwarrow folk to be greedy and suspicious creatures (again, bad experiences), and the little ones all seemed terrified of him. Why, he didn't know, but he did regret not being able to get to know them better. Oh well, it doesn't really matter, he would protect them all regardless. If Aragon thought they were worth fighting for, then he would fight for them. Simple.
AN: Just a little drabble to explain Harry's view on the others. And to show his scatterbrainedness. Is that even a word? Sorry it's been so long, I've had homework. College Chemistry is killer. In case any of y'all were wondering, Harry only uses the names of those he is close to. As time goes on, and he grows closer to some of the others, he will start using their names as well. Bye :)