[a/n]Another sample of giving an earful.

Harry Does Different CDLXX

Dark Lord Harry

The Trio sat fairly isolated in the library. They couldn't ignore the fact that Harry was being stared at. Both his friends got antsy and were having trouble concentrating on homework. After several minutes of unpleasant looks, Harry packed his bag, threw it over his shoulder and started out. Voices caught his attention.

"But Harry's the one who defeated You-Know-Who." Said a blonde girl plaintively.

The blond boy sitting across from her whispered "Hannah! He's a parselmouth. Sure sign of a dark lord."

"Harry always seemed so nice, Ernie." She protested.

He countered with an irrefutable "The last thing one dark lord wants is another one around mucking his stuff."

"Expelliarmus!" a furious Harry lashed out with the same spell they'd all seen Snape blast Lockhart with. The Hufflepuff's textbooks were blasted off the table causing frantic students to duck and dodge. Ernie himself caught enough of the spell to be flipped from his seat, landing on his back with a grunt. Everything stopped. Even Madam Pince could only gape in astonishment at the disturbance.

"Think I'm Voldemort? Well do you?!" Harry's gaze swept the room with rage "Well to hell with you all!"

Everyone was terrified. Not particularly of the assault, for that was simple spell magic, but the furious boy hadn't spoken in English. It was that fearsome hissing they'd all heard before. Much older students were no less intimidated than younger ones. Nobody moved until the assailant stormed out.

Abcij

"Miss Fawcett, Mr. Stebbins? What have you to say for yourselves?" the usually jovial Head of Hufflepuff was glaring at her youngest prefects from behind her desk.

The boy, of course, jumped in to defend them first "But Professor, what did you expect me and Farah to do?"

"Support your classmate. Defend a member of your House from assault. IN SHORT Mr. Stebbins, do your job." Sprout leaned forward in her chair and almost snarled "Or did you think a mere Second Year could wiff through a roomful of students, most of whom are older. One …and certainly BOTH… of you are MORE than sufficient."

The girl added with a whine "But professor! He's dark! We were there! He spoke parseltongue!"

"A bit of perspective." Began Sprout coolly "It would be the height of silliness to consider Mr. Hagrid dark, yet he seems to have no difficulty interacting with almost any animal. Magical or otherwise." She cut off a protest with a cutting gesture "THAT isn't even the point. No Fifth Year should be intimidated by a Second. Hufflepuff has enough of a weakness reputation without prefects failing to enforce the rules."

Again, Farah protested "That's not right, professor! Sure, me and Lee were there, but so was Madam Pince."

"We are not discussing staff behavior, but yours." The Head snapped back "That will be 10 points off! EACH! Now get out of my office!"

The teens only paused long enough to glance at each other before fleeing.

Abcij

Another student, not yet a teen, arrived at a distinctly differently decorated office in response to a summons. He asked "You wanted to see me professor?"

"You cannot possibly be surprised, Mr. Potter." Although speaking softly, every syllable the Head of Gryffindor uttered showed repressed fury "In this school we do not settle our differences with violence."

Harry snapped back "I'm sick of the past week everyone calling me the next Voldemort."

"You are, young man, aware that use of the name in our world is considered at least rude. And inspires outright terror in much of our population." She scolded after suppressing a flinch "And in furtherance of the point is your parseltongue ability. It unsettles your peers."

To that, he snorted "Hmpf. So it's my fault a thousand years ago, I might be somehow related to Voldemort. Didn't stop him murdering my parents. Probably if I was in Slytherin I'd be a hero there."

"Don't change the subject!" she snapped.

At first he flinched from the sharp tone, but then got angry "And just why am I in trouble for speaking parseltongue?"

"You assaulted a classmate for offering an opinion in a private conversation." Countered McGonagall harshly.

To this the boy shrugged "MacMillan wanted a dark lord, I gave him one."

"That will be 50 points from Gryffindor and a week's detention." The Head ruled harshly.

Body and face emptying of emotion, he shot back "You're old enough to remember Voldemort as a student? Aren't you? Would he care about either?" And without asking leave, Harry walked out.