Hi, here we go again with the first look into the third year. As of now there are no pairings, which will also be explained soon. Hope you like it. Thanks to all those that left reviews. Happy reading.

Dementors and Teenage Anger

Harry seriously doubted the ability of the wizarding world to deal with criminals. This was his third year at school and because of a magical disturbance caused by a mild earthquake at North Sea the golem that had pretended to be Sirius for twelve years now, had imploded, leaving only fine dust behind. Now the Minister, in his unequalled stupidity, had put dementors around Hogwarts because he thought Sirius would target Harry to finish off the job he had begun in 1981. Really why did it have to be dementors? Harry was so close to setting a bunch of patroni at them.

But that would be bad for his cover. He first had to learn how to do the patronus charm. Thankfully he had convinced Remus Lupin, aka Moony, aka last marauder besides Sirius, to teach him. But it was hard pretending to struggle with a charm he had been able to do for a little over a year now. Defence against dark creatures was one of the first things Sirius had taught him. With his near fate dementors had come directly behind boggarts. Which in Harry's case curiously were the same.

Harry was glad to have found the Room of Requirement; otherwise it would have been difficult to hide his training. He was physically working out for one hour each day. He was also doing target practice with guns and throwing knives. He was doing the katas for his martial arts training and went through different movements for his fencing practice. Once a week Agent Sinistra taught him new moves and techniques for two hours and put him through the paces. At the weekends Sirius slipped into the castle and personally trained him. Except when he was needed for a mission. Harry knew Sirius would be going to Zimbabwe next week. They had a lead for the drug syndicate and the case was just a bit below requiring 00 agents. From what he knew 004 had been sent to China.

Harry also wanted to train becoming an animagus. It was a good ability for a spy to have. And Harry intended to become the best. He would gain 00 status sometime in the future. For the moment he was restricted to learning everything about his animal though. More would only start when Sirius had the time to properly monitor him.

Every week Harry got a new assignment to train his abilities at Hogwarts. It had started with writing profiles on all the students at Hogwarts. From the first years to the seventh years. And as detailed as possible. He had taken a big part of his second year to find out all he could on his peers. It led to Harry knowing his way around the castle better than the Weasley twins, who he suspected had found the marauders' map. Well, he didn't need to have the original map, with Sirius' help and his knowledge of the castle he had made his own version. As well as one for Agent Sinistra.

And having detailed profiles on all the young witches and wizards came in handy. He could tell if a rumour was true most of the time by just knowing who was involved. He could prevent attacks by Slytherins against lower years if he read the sign of what kind of aggravation they perceived right. He had stopped seven attacks so far and had left the attackers in the most embarrassing positions he could think of. Needless to say that Harry had a lot of imagination after living with a former marauder. He personally thought his impression of mating flamingos starring four fifth year Slytherins was the best so far.

A small annoyance was that he was not allowed to visit Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. While they had got Petunia's signature without problem, Harry could have faked it, but getting her signature by other means had been another test-mission for him, the teachers thought it would be safer for him to remain at the castle. And of course nobody thought it prudent to tell him any reason why. Of course he knew but it infuriated him that they thought they had the right to treat him like a five year old.

When they started assigning him guards, they really thought he wouldn't notice, it was enough. Harry knew any normal teenager would make a scene and now he would do so.

"Alright, if you don't explain to me why in Merlin's name you think you have the right to imprison me here at school, I'll just walk out of those doors with the others for the Hogsmeade weekend. I have my aunt's signature that I'm allowed to go. She is my guardian after the not-so-wise man Professor Dumbledore decided that an abusive home would be best to raise the so called saviour of the wizarding world. And it was damn hard to even get her to sign the permission form. The Dursleys are hell bent on making my life miserable. I have had enough. Parental permission overrules decisions by teachers except if the student broke some school rules and has detention. I haven't broken a single school rule this year. So if you don't have a damn good reason, I'm out of here!" He yelled at Professor McGonagall in the Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall went through several different colours on her face. First red, then really pale white, when he mentioned abuse, then green as he rightly stated that they had no right to keep him at school when he was allowed to go to the village. And the signature hadn't been faked. It was Petunia Dursley who had signed the form.

"Mr Potter, don't use that tone with me." She reprimanded.

"Which tone should I use then to get you to listen? Every time I tried to be polite and asked for a reason I was just told to not mind and that the adults knew best. Newsflash, you never listened to me when I had important information. Ron, Hermione and I told you that somebody wanted to steal the Philosopher's stone in our first year; you threatened to deduct points from Gryffindor. Why didn't you at least investigate if we were right?

"God damn, Hermione is the best student in our year and the least probable person to break any rule if there was another choice. Then second year, has any of the Professors even tried to make the whole student body stop shunning me for just being able to talk to snakes? No, of course not. Let a twelve year old boy deal with all the emotional abuse all alone. If it hadn't been for Ron and Hermione, the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a few others that I can count on one hand, I'd have gone spare and would have acted out. I encourage anybody to try going through my life while keeping sanity." Harry ranted and looked around accusingly.

Many looked ashamed for their behaviour last year.

"At the end of the year it was up to me, again, to stop the true heir of Slytherin before he could kill the student he had dragged into the chamber. But the teachers weren't able to deduct what Hermione, a twelve year old girl, found out the day she was petrified. You never even searched her body for any clues. She had a piece of parchment copied from a book in her hand. All the information on the monster in the chamber being a damn basilisk was there.

"So excuse me if I have problems trusting the ability of the teachers to decide what is best for me and the other students. Did we have any lessons how to defend against dementors when they get out of control? No. Were we informed that chocolate counters their effects? No. We were warned not to get near them.

"What if they get near us? What if we again did nothing wrong but they decide that they are hungry? Have you thought what might happen if they decide that the emotions during the Quidditch matches are what they want to eat? I bet you didn't. Just begin thinking of the most probable scenario, then perhaps we'll get through a year where I don't have to face Voldemort, one of his cronies or his pet basilisk at the end. This is a school but I feel like it's a prison for me this year."

The Great Hall was deadly quiet. Many looked ashamed for their actions last year. Harry had every right to be furious.

"Mr Potter, how can you compare Hogwarts with a prison?" Dumbledore asked indignantly.

Harry turned towards the head table and projected some of his most horrible memories at the Dursleys so if he decided to use Legilimency he would get a taste what life there was like. The old man deserved it for stealing Harry's childhood.

"Let's see, Professor, first, I'm not allowed to visit the village which is obviously perfectly safe for the other students. Professor Lupin can confirm that I'm able to protect myself against a dementor now, so they can't be the problem. The escaped Sirius Black is as dangerous to me as he is to the other students. After all he killed thirteen innocent muggles if my information is correct. This can't be a reason to deny me my rights either. Then I can list at least ten upper year students that constantly follow me around and think I wouldn't notice. It starts with Percy Weasley and Penelope Clearwater, the head-boy and head-girl and ends with Samuel Vanice the fifth year male Hufflepuff prefect. Do I need to go on?"

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. Professor Dumbledore looked like a deer caught in headlights. He hadn't thought Harry would notice his guards.

"I thought so. So if you can't give me a good reason, I'll get my things now and wait at the gate to go to Hogsmeade." Harry said and waited a minute. "I thought so, good day, headmaster, don't expect me to trust you in the near future."

Harry stormed out of the hall. This might have brought attention to him, but it was just the normal reaction of a pissed off teenager. He thought he heard Snape utter the words attention seeking brat. Well, he could play that part. If it needed to be in the spotlight for a few weeks to finally get the teachers to do their jobs, it was well worth it.

The teachers now experienced how it was to be stared at by the school. Not a nice feeling. The whole of Gryffindor house glared at them. They didn't like one of their own being treated like that. And they knew that Hermione would have protested if anything Harry had told them wasn't true. And she was as mad at them as the rest, denying a student's rights was against the school charter.

The Hufflepuffs also were angry with them. Harry Potter had always been friendly with them and they had really regretted that they had believed the rumours last year. From what they knew now, he had saved Justin from the snake that Malfoy had conjured and the idiot Lockhart had enraged. Anybody who would do that for a member of their house had their loyalty. The other third year Hufflepuffs also told how he never made fun of them and was easy to talk to during their Herbology lessons.

Ravenclaw house, knowing that Harry had been absolutely right about the school rules, just looked at the head table as if they were crazy. Penelope was ashamed that she had just followed the request of the teachers to have an eye on Harry without a doubt.

Even Slytherin was impressed by Harry Potter's display. If Slytherin acknowledged anything it was power and a good laid plan. While most of the school just saw a teenager rightfully snapping, they could see the intention under it. He had embarrassed the teachers in front of all students. He had pointed out how he had been wronged without them being able to hush it up. Now they could either continue with their behaviour and be seen as those who condoned child abuse and imprisonment or they could give Harry what he wanted. There were no other options.

Either way, the students wouldn't support their teachers anymore. And as Harry was famous for defeating Voldemort as a baby, with his saying that he had now faced something related to him three times in as many years at school, they began wondering about the safety of the school. Anyway there would be lots of owls leaving the school that day and angry parents added to the pressure Harry had just created.

Minerva McGonagall looked like she had been slapped. But she also felt that she had deserved the verbal slapping. Harry had been right in everything he said. They hadn't told him about the danger he was probably in. And there had been no signs at all of Sirius Black coming to Hogwarts. He hadn't even been spotted anywhere in Great Britain since the day he was found missing at Azkaban. And it had been Albus who had placed Harry with his relatives against her advice. It seemed they had completely failed the boy. She looked at Albus, who looked like he had swallowed something really bitter. Damn, this would become a real problem.

Remus Lupin was the only one of the Professors who had been able to move. He immediately went after Harry. He had argued again and again with Dumbledore to tell Harry why the security measures were necessary. The boy was smart enough to cope with it and refrain from doing something dangerous if he knew what was happening. But he hadn't been believed. Severus only telling that Harry was a notorious rule breaker didn't help at all. Why the man cultivated a hatred of James even twelve years after his death Remus would never understand. He could understand Severus being bitter about their time at school, but he hadn't been any better.

Involving Harry in his vendetta against James, a boy who didn't even remember his parents, was just cruel. But hearing Harry's story made him understand the boy and he knew that if nobody approached him, he would close up to them. He had no reason to trust the teachers from his experiences in the past two years. And if he really had been abused at home he would be wary of trusting adults in general. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

Harry stormed to the Room of Requirement. He needed to blow off some steam. He hadn't thought he would be this enraged. But probably it was a small part of his past that he had needed to let loose. Harry asked for a room with a punching bag and got it. He went inside and closed the door behind him. He had one hour until the students were due to leave the castle for the village. He would be there.

Harry took of his robes and put on the boxing gloves. It would take too long to heal his hands after hitting the bag with his bare hands. So he started punching the bag in quick succession shouting out his frustration. He didn't even notice the door opening and closing again. He was caught up in his emotions. Well, he normally could allow himself to let his guard down at Hogwarts for a bit.

Remus saw the door at the wall of the seventh floor and wondered where it led to. He couldn't remember this door from his marauder days. But perhaps this was where Harry had gone to. Otherwise he would have already caught up with him. He opened the door and could hear noise from the inside of the room. It resembled somebody punching something and angry shouts. He decided to go inside and found Harry hitting a punching bag. He quietly closed the door behind him and let Harry lose some of his obvious frustration.

Finally after perhaps ten minutes of constant punching, Harry seemed to be finished. Sweat was rolling down the boy's neck. Remus decided to throw him a towel. This seemed to be the moment when Harry finally noticed his visitor. He turned around abruptly. To Remus relief he lowered his guard after recognizing him

"What are you doing here, Professor Lupin?" He asked, using the towel to dry his sweat.

"I followed you from the Great Hall. I wanted to talk to you. But when I found you and saw you hitting the punching bag, I thought it better to let you vent your frustration until you felt better before saying anything." Remus replied calmly.

"Thanks for that. I feel a lot better now. The last weeks were starting to drive me crazy." Harry admitted. "It's bad enough that they stare because somehow Voldemort couldn't kill me as a baby. They don't understand what that so called great victory cost me. But being kept a prisoner at a place that is more my home than with my so-called relatives; it was just too much."

"I understand. I won't force you to talk, Harry, but I want you to know, if you ever need a willing ear, you can come to me. Or even if you just want to have a cup of tea." Remus offered.

Harry smiled. This was an offer he could gladly accept.

"Thanks, Professor Lupin, I think I'll come back to that. Well, I need to go to Gryffindor tower to take a shower before I go to the village. Bye, Professor." Harry said and left the room.

When Remus returned to his office, Minerva was waiting for him.

"Did you find him?" She asked concerned.

"Yes, I did. I briefly talked to him and offered him an open door if he wants to talk." Remus answered.

"Did you convince him to stay here?" She wanted to know.

"No, I didn't even try. We have no right to deny him visiting Hogsmeade with the others if Petunia signed his form. Sirius hasn't even been spotted once since his escape. I'd think he has fled to overseas. As long as I don't see proof of him coming here I won't help any longer with shadowing Harry." Remus stated.

"But Albus thinks…"

"Tell me, Minerva, has the headmaster really allowed the things Harry spoke about in the Great Hall to happen in the past two years? If he did I'm starting to doubt his ability to properly judge certain things. It has torn me apart that he forbid me to visit Harry when he was a child, but I believed him that it was to ensure Harry's safety. Now Harry tells us that his home was abusive. This isn't my understanding of safety, Minerva. Harry is all I have left of my family. I won't allow anybody hurting him further." Remus declared.

The older witch couldn't say anything against Remus' reasoning. From that point of view nothing could be said against Harry finally refusing to listen to those who never protected him like they should have done.

Harry left the castle with Ron and Hermione without problems. Filch was growling at him, but Harry had his permission to visit the village. Nobody could say anything against it.

"Was it really necessary to make such a scene in the Great Hall, Harry? I mean, you were completely right that they have no right to deny you the visit, but I think it would have been better if you didn't tell them off like that in front of all students." Hermione said.

"No there was no other way. They needed to be cornered. I have tried so often to make them see what my life was like. I have asked Professor Dumbledore each year if I couldn't stay anywhere but at the Dursleys. I mean, the Weasleys offered me to visit every summer. Just getting away from there for some weeks would have been heaven. He didn't take me serious. We told McGonagall about the stone, she blew us of. I protect Justin, the whole school turns against me and the teachers do nothing. A prisoner escapes from Azkaban and we are surrounded by dementors because the Minister is an idiot who only thinks of what the public may think and our teachers don't even tell us the basic measures to help ourselves if get too close to those monsters.

"I'm sick that others decide over my life. And that those decisions aren't for my benefit. I have yet to see one decision that was properly thought through. No, the only teacher that has so far looked out for me like he should have done is Professor Lupin. He agreed that I needed help with the dementors and taught me the patronus charm. Even if it's a really advanced spell way beyond third year level. He tried to help me helping myself. He is at the moment the only Professor I trust and respect." Harry stated.

"Just leave it, Hermione." Ron said. "Harry is right and it's already done, nothing can change that."

Hermione huffed. Her ingrained opinion that teachers had to be respected argued with the reality her best friend was constantly put through.

Harry sat at a table at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying a butterbeer with Ron and Hermione while discretely listening into the conversations of the other customers. It was a habit he had developed during his training. The best places to gather information were pubs, restaurants, public events simply all places where people let their guard down and relaxed. It was even easier when people had drunk. Hagrid being the prime example.

Most of the conversations rotated around Sirius' escape. It was too bad that they couldn't replace the golem. But the waves of public uproar would go down with time. And Sirius was rarely in the public eye. While Minister Fudge had informed Prime Minister Major about the escape of a dangerous wizard from Azkaban, after he had left the MI6 had immediately contacted the Prime Minister that Sirius Black was innocent and one of their top agents.

Needless to say the public was never informed of the escape. Therefore Sirius was safe while being in the muggle world. Which didn't mean any difference to his life from the years before. But Minister Major had informed the Queen about the miscarriage of justice by the Ministry of Magic and she had promised to induce steps to remind the wizarding government that she was the ruler of all of Great Britain. And that the laws of the Commonwealth were to be obeyed by all citizens of Great Britain. And the right to a fair trial was one of the most basic rights.

"I think it's curious that only the magical world is concerned because of the escape of Black." Hermione said.

'Uh oh, I should redirect the discussion. I don't think it would be good if everybody around us found out that the muggles weren't informed about him being an escaped prisoner.' Harry thought.

"Perhaps it's because the police is better suited to deal with dangers to the public. And you have to admit it would cause a panic if the mass of people were informed about his escape. While single people would normally react sensible, you know from what we learned in History at primary school how easy masses can panic and things escalate worse than they normally would have. I'm sure the departments in charge are doing what is needed to be done." Harry said.

Hermione looked like she hadn't thought of that.

"You're probably right. It makes sense that they want to prevent mass hysteria. Look at how the wizarding public is acting." She said.

Harry was glad to have avoided that problem.

"You have to understand that his escape reminds them of the time You-Know-Who was powerful." Ron explained, defending the wizards. "Dad told us a bit about the time after the Prophet reported the escape. It was horrible and everybody lived in fear. Add to this that it was said to be impossible to escape from Azkaban and you get why everybody is stressed out."

Harry decided they could talk about that. But he really hoped that the teachers had taken his concern regarding the dementors and the upcoming Quidditch match Gryffindor vs. Slytherin serious. He knew Lupin wouldn't be there as it was the day after the full moon. He would be incapacitated. Thanks to Sirius he knew about Professor Lupin's condition. As long as he took precautions for the night of the full moon Harry couldn't care less about it.

'Un-fucking-believable!' Harry thought while racing on his broom.

Of course special rules were made up for Slytherin because Malfoy played injured from the time Buckbeak had attacked the ponce. And the ones suffering for it were Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Gryffindor had trained moves to match the Slytherin style and Hufflepuff wasn't in top form because their first match against Ravenclaw would only be in four weeks' time.

Add to that a nice little thunderstorm which prevented each seeker from spotting the snitch properly to end the match and drowned them all in the air and you had one unhappy Harry Potter. Thankfully he could see perfectly despite his glasses being wet. Nobody knew it but his sight had been medically corrected at headquarters during the summer break. His glasses were just for show now. No need to attract attention. But he still needed to be extremely lucky to find the snitch in this weather.

Thankfully his opponent Cedric Diggory was in the same position. Wizards were just stupid. It would have been easy to reschedule the game for the next weekend. Nobody would have complained and the spectators would have happily agreed. Nobody liked being out in this weather.

Finally Harry and Cedric spotted the snitch and raced to the little golden ball twenty feet above their heads. Then Harry felt the effects of the dementors.

'Why do I have to be always right?' He sarcastically thought, quickly pushing a ball of chocolate into his mouth to keep conscious and using the precious seconds the chocolate relieved him from the effect the monsters had to grab the snitch.

He turned to Cedric and pointed at the danger they were in. Cedric nodded and they both raced down as fast as they could. Sadly it wasn't meant to be. Somehow the dementors seemed to target Harry specifically. He felt the effect of the chocolate ceasing and he had problems staying on his broom. Why did nobody conjure a patronus? He had left his wand in his locker. It was against the rules to use magic during a game. Forget the rules, next time his wand would be in its holster at his wrist. If he survived this. No he would survive. Those monsters wouldn't get him.

Finally something silver approached their position. It seemed like a silver bird. Dumbledore had finally decided to do something for a change.

Harry and Cedric got some room to get to the ground. Both were visibly shaken when they landed. Their teammates rounded on them and Madam Hooch noticed the snitch in Harry's hand and declared the match over with Gryffindor winning. Harry couldn't care less. He would have gladly accepted a loss if only all the players were safe from the dementors.

He sat down on the wet and muddy ground. His strength was used up and he couldn't call up the energy to stand. He was shaking badly. He didn't have any chocolate left. The little ball he had eaten during the match was his emergency ration. He was glad to have thought of it.

"Mr Potter, please, you have to go to the hospital wing." Madam Hooch told him.

"Can't stand. Too weak." Harry brought out.

"Don't worry, Harry, we'll take you there safely. Your catch was impressive. Getting the snitch under those conditions was remarkable." The Weasley twins said, each grabbing one of Harry's arms and draping him over their shoulders.

"Thanks, Fred and George." Harry said smiling.

The whole team patted his back when they escorted him to the hospital wing. Wood was grinning like a madman. Slytherin's plan had failed. They were in the lead for the cup for now.

That's it for this chapter. See you in two weeks with the next one.