I don't own Harry Potter or Frozen.

DZ2's Let it Go Challenge.

Plot: Harry's life had its ups and downs, but in the down areas, he starts to compare his life and future to that of the lyrics of a certain song; now, he seeks to make changes to suit this realisation.

"As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie".

"It is NOT a lie!" said Harry. "I saw him. I fought him!"

"Detention, Mr Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, 'Basics for Beginners'".

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk, Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated.

"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve. "Harry!" she continued, "Just let it go".

Harry shot her a look as he jerked his arm out of her reach, "Just… just drop it please Harry" she murmured as the class sat quietly.

"Ms Granger is correct Mr Potter" Umbridge said with a smirk tugging at her lips, "Let it go, be a good boy and just sit down".

Any other time Harry would have groaned and shook his head. He had returned home from Hogwarts last year, mourning Cedric's death, only to find that the Muggle world had been invaded by a new Disney film. He had heard the song so many times he had actually started having dreams about it, and now here, in the middle of Hogwarts, a teacher was accidentally paraphrasing it.

He kind of wanted to go and hit this 'Elsa' with a Glacius, see if she really could handle the cold.

She went on about how bad her life was, yet her life had nothing on Harry's. Sure, they were both scorned as children for having magic. They were both taught to hide who they really were, to 'conceal, don't feel', to behave as the perfect little girl and boy they were expected to be as the magic-less future Queen and the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Mr Potter?" Umbridge's voice called making him snap his mind back to what was happening as he barely managed to fight back his blush as he realized exactly what he'd been thinking about. "Is that all? Can we return to our lesson now?" she sneered at him.

Harry's eyes fell down to the book in front of him, the cheery and colorful cover taunting him as he couldn't help but recall the words to the frustrating song. It was about throwing off one's restraints, living life as you wanted without caring about what other people expected of you. It was something Harry had always wanted to do, to turn his back on first the Dursleys and then Wizarding Britain and to stop being Harry Potter and to just start being Harry.

"Is there a problem Mr Potter?" Umbridge pressed, making him look up to see a familiar look in her brown eyes, his stomach clenching as he recognized the look with a start. She was challenging him, she wanted there to be a problem. She was waiting for him to make a mistake, then she'd swoop in and tear him apart, all to prove that Voldemort wasn't really back. And worse of all… she had the Ministry's approval.

All of a sudden Harry felt something clicking into place…

Voldemort was back, and he was gunning for Harry - Dumbledore was refusing to recognize his life was in danger, and was perfectly willing to use him as bait - The Ministry was finally showing him how corrupt it truly was - Hogwarts would use and abuse him before turning around and expecting him to save them.

The past fourteen years had shown that if he wanted to survive, then he had to fend for himself. Nobody would lift a finger to save him unless they got something out of it, yet they all expected him to throw his life away to save them. They would all turn on him at a newspaper article, and then expect him to come running back and forgive them when he proves them wrong.

"No right, no wrong" he murmured to himself, "No rules for me"

"What was that?" Umbridge asked slowly, making his eyes flick back up to hers.

"No" Harry realized slowly, the tension washing out of his body like a plug had been pulled. "There's no problem Professor" he admitted, answering her previous question, a triumphant look growing on Umbridge's face. "There's no problem at all" he assured her as he reached up to tug at his tie, glancing down at it and beginning to untie it lazily. Pulling off his school robes with his other hand, Harry dropped them on the floor and kicked them out of his way.

"Mr- What are you doing Mr Potter?" Umbridge demanded, sounding both confused and frustrated.

"Me?" Harry asked innocently, placing his hand on his chest as if to point to himself, "I'm quitting Professor".

"What are you tal- put that away Mr Potter!" Umbridge ordered as Harry pulled his wand from his pocket.

Ignoring her, Harry raised it and pointed it at his robes, setting them on fire with a simple flick of his wand. Feeling something fluttering in his chest as he watched his robes burn, Harry didn't even try to stop the grin that was spreading across his face.

"I hated those things" he exhaled slowly before turning his attention to his school shirt and started unbuttoning that as well, leaving it hanging open and revealing the Muggle shirt he was wearing underneath. "That's better" he murmured, flicking his wand again and turning the white dress shirt black, a second flick turning the Muggle shirt the same color.

"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione hissed as she once more latched onto his arm and tried to tug him back down to his seat, sending the furious Umbridge nervous looks.

Harry just pulled his arm from her grasp, picking up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder, a hand rising to mess up his hair. There was no wonder that Elsa didn't want to go back, if she felt the same thrill Harry was feeling right now, then he understands perfectly.

"MR POTTER" Umbridge's voice rang out.

"Professor Umbridge" Harry interrupted calmly, "After some careful consideration, I have decided to take your words to heart. Voldemort has returned" he stressed slowly. "But since you and the Ministry seem to have everything under control, I have no qualms with letting you deal it. I tried to tell you the truth and you ignored me, called me a liar, and tried to have me killed because of it" he explained as he stared into her dark brown eyes.

"I tried, I really did. But since it seems you're intent on ignoring me, I wash my hands of you" he finished slowly, "Voldemort's your problem now".

Stepping out into the aisle between desks, Harry turned his back on the dumbfounded Umbridge and started towards the door, moving with a skip to his step as he felt all the weight on his shoulders just falling away.

Sure, he thought as he left the classroom and it's shocked inhabitants, Voldemort was still out there. But Harry was a fifteen year old boy, a Dark Lord shouldn't be his problem, it shouldn't be up to him to defeat the Dark Lord. Every adult wizard out there had a wand, they knew more magic than he did, they could deal with Voldemort instead.

Harry had more important things to do than pander to them. And if he wanted to survive long enough to actually do those important things then it was time for him to look after just him.

They wouldn't let him go peacefully though. There'd be a riot when people discovered that their perfect little Boy-Who-Live was gone. It was actually kind of exciting, the knowledge that here he stood, in the light of a brand new day for himself.

Well let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered him anyway.

Dammit… now that Merlin-damned song was stuck in his head again...