"Why didn't you tell me you're a Squib?" Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. "All those times I came round your house — why didn't you say anything?"

"Dumbledore's orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if they'd thought you enjoyed it. It wasn't easy, you know."

(OOTP – Chapter 2)

Up and down he paced, consumed with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, casting angry looks out at the empty, star-strewn sky every time he passed the window. Dementors sent to get him, Mrs. Figg and Mundungus Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry of Magic — and still no one was telling him what was going on.

With every step in his pacing he was getting more frustrated and furious. He did not deserve this treatment. He wasn't getting any letters from his friends, his godfather's letter only brusquely told him to stay inside, he had a hearing with the Ministry of Magic on the horizon, he was caged in his room as if he was a wild animal, was attacked by Dementors, and was being spied on by people on Dumbledore's order.

He couldn't get the thoughts out of his mind, his nerves were shattered, AND he knew nothing about what was happening.

"Even old Figg knows," grumbled Harry.

Those words he grumbled seemed to start the fire in his mind. He couldn't get the words cleared. His anger was bubbling to the surface. The fire in his mind was getting hotter and reaching a rising crescendo.

Two hours later the fire became a raging inferno. Absolute fury gripped Harry. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

The locks on his bedroom door were smashed as Harry repeatedly threw the side table at it. With an almighty kick the door slammed open.

There was no one in the house. His Aunt and Uncle had taken Dudley to the Hospital, whom was still shaking terribly. Harry initially found the front door locked but he retrieved the spare key and unlocked it.

As he started walking fast to Wisteria Walk he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Back in the house, Harry."

Harry swung around to face the man who stopped him. He recognised him instantly. It was the man who once bowed to him at the shops when he was a kid. He was also in Diagon Alley his first visit. Harry couldn't remember his name, but he didn't care. He swung his arm and hooked the man in the jaw, knocking him out instantly.

"You're coming with me," said Harry viciously. He noticed the invisibility cloak that the man must have been carrying. He covered the small man with it and hoisted the unconscious body over his shoulders. And then he continued his trek.

Harry couldn't use his arms to open Mrs Figg's door due to carrying the man. So he kicked it open furiously.

"WHO'S THERE?" came a shout. "Is that you, Dedalus?"

Mrs Figg came into the hallway and saw Harry.

"Get out of my house and back into your own, Harry," she ordered.

"I don't think so," snapped Harry. He was not going to put up with orders. He wanted answers. "Sit down before I hurt your friend here. What did you call him, Dedalus?"

Harry pulled the cloak off the still unconscious man. Mrs Figg gave a scream.

"What did you do to him, Harry?" she screeched. "Dumbledore won't be happy - "

"I DON'T GAVE A RAT'S ARSE WHAT DUMBLEDORE THINKS!" thundered Harry. It felt good to get that off his chest, even though he hadn't even yet started. He threw the body off his shoulders and the man's head made a crack sound when it hit the floor.

"SIT DOWN!" ordered Harry.

Mrs Figg did.

"Clearly you know more than I ever thought," he spoke furiously. "Start at the beginning. Why do you live here?"

The old lady was feeling scared. She never saw the boy angry before. Frustrated, yes, but never angry. Honestly she was feeling terrified right now. Her fireplace was on the other side of Harry, but she didn't think she could contact Dumbledore on time.

So she told Harry everything. About how she came to Privet Drive on Dumbledore's orders to watch Harry. On what was going on in the Wizarding World and about the Ministry's attitude on Voldemort's return.

Fury gripped Harry as he heard more and more from the lady. She had even acknowledged the abuse that the Dursley's had bestowed on him. And that was what made him angriest.

"So, you knew that the Dursley's mistreat and abuse me," he said coldly. "And yet you did nothing?"

"How dare you?" said Mrs Figg. "I have reported it to Dumbledore multiple times to over the years. He told me to do nothing and that he would take care of it."

Now a new fury ensconced Harry. Now he hated his headmaster with a passion. Mrs Figg had even told him that Dumbledore had asked Ron and Hermione not to contact him, which made him furious at his soon-to-be former friends.

"Well Arabella," said Harry, now having learnt her first name. "Now the question is what to do with you. You kept me in the dark. You expect me to obey you like an obedient little boy, and you've also been watching my every move for ten years on the orders of a moronic headmaster."

Harry snapped his fingers. "I got it."

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In St. Mungo's Hospital, Albus Dumbledore lay in a bed next to his friend Dedalus' bed.

The man got a bad head injury in Arabella's last night when Harry dropped him on the floor and wasn't waking up. Everything was going wrong for every single one of his plans.

He had planned meticulously for fourteen years, weaving everything together in place for Harry to test him. He was beginning to ensure Harry's loyalty, making sure the boy stayed light despite his upbringing. But now it had changed.

He sighed. He should have seen this coming. Arabella had contacted him last night about Dedalus and with a message from Harry. It was just two little words. But it was two words that shattered everything.

'F' off!' It had been more vocal than that though. But Dumbledore despised the use of that word that he would never think of the word itself.

He had Harry fetched straight away and brought to Grimmauld Place, which had also been a disaster.

He had been downstairs when Harry was heard shouting at his two now former friends. He went upstairs to Harry hoping to calm the boy and get him to reconnect with his friends.

That had been a mistake. Harry had called him a child abuser, spat on him, and threw him over the banister. He had landed quite painfully on his back on the ground floor, shattering his spine. Minerva had gone up to talk to Harry as he was in her house.

That ended up worse. She stormed down the stairs with an uncontrollable rage and cast a bone creaking curse on him, shattering his arms.

"I WARNED YOU ABOUT THE DURSLEY'S YOU OLD DUMBASS!" she had screamed. "YOU ARE EXACTLY AS MR POTTER DESCRIBES! A CHILD ABUSER!"

Alastor had gotten him out of there before Sirius, Remus or Molly got a hold on him. He heard from Alastor that the three are now on the warpath.

But he knew he was safe here.

Until the door opened twenty minutes later. Molly Weasley stood there looking mutinous and holding a frying pan.

"Molly, how good to see you," he smiled, putting on false cheer. "However, there's no kitchen in this room, so I don't know why you brought your frying pan."

"It's not for cooking," she growled.

And she advanced.

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The next order meeting that had his presence was at night the next week. He was disappointed to hear Harry had not made up with his friends and was now walking around the house with a strange locket around his neck. His anger had gone through the roof and only talked to Sirius and Remus.

Sirius had greeted him in his dog form and had bitten him in the ankles. He had difficulty focusing on the meeting through the pain.

He managed to get through the meeting he was standing up to leave when the door busted open.

"You shouldn't have the door locked when I need to get water," scowled Harry as he entered the room.

Albus instinctively stepped back when Harry got close. He was sitting nearest the tap after all.

Harry filled up his glass and turned around to leave, only for his eyes to rest on Albus himself.

Before Albus knew it the water was poured on his head, soaking him. Everyone burst into giggles. No one was happy with him, but Alastor was protecting him so no one dared to touch him. He had excluded Minerva from the meeting because he knew she would have no restraint.

Before he could fully regain his bearings Harry punched him, causing him to fall off his chair and hit the ground. He noticed from his place on the ground the locket that everyone told him about.

Hung around Harry's neck was an S shaped locket.

"Potter," roared Severus. "Apologise now."

In response to the man Harry tossed the now refilled glass of water at the man.

"Take a shower, Snivellous," he sneered. "You reek of failure."

He filled his glass again and left the room.

Albus calmed Severus down. The man was in a murderous rage and wouldn't stop ranting about Harry all the way back to the castle.

The old man finally realised one thing as he settled in for the night. With Harry being in this vengeance mood he wouldn't just settle for him.

He almost felt sorry for Tom.

AN: This is just a bit of therapeutic writing. I was feeling rather angry yesterday. I don't like getting angry at people, so I always channel it into writing or music. My piano wasn't on hand so I thought I'd just write a piece hating on the character I hate most in the Harry Potter world, Albus Dumbledore himself. I've done it before, so I thought I'd do it again. Thought I'd share it so here you all go.