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Harry Potter: Go To Hell

Harry had enough after four years of playing Dumbledore's stupid game. He is not gonna be a puppet that dances to the tunes of that old bastard anymore. He is gonna take matters into his own hands. And his so called friends, who are nothing more than Dumbledore's spies will finally suffer his wrath. ==== Disclaimer J. K. Rowling owns everything. I don't exert any ownership over anything.

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Betrayal

"I recall being locked in a room that might as well have been a prison cell here in the Castle every time I didn't have a classroom to be in and it wasn't a scheduled mealtime. Never once do I remember you coming by to study with me. I recall even going so far as to ask you to get books for me so I could do my assignments. Do you recall what you told me Hermione Granger? Because I do. You told me you couldn't get them. That they were all in use or not available. That you didn't have the time to come to the library for me. But that was your job. Wasn't it? To help me with my homework when I needed the help."

"I do recall you badgering me to study with you. I do recall you grabbing my homework parchments away from me in the classroom and then proceeding to mark them up with corrections you believed I needed to make so as to make them more suitable in your opinion. I do recall having to rewrite them as fast as I could so I could turn them in on time. I couldn't turn them in with your scribbles all over them, now could I? Extra work I never asked for and didn't appreciate."

"Nor did I ever follow those inane scribbles as they weren't my work which is what I believe the teachers assign the homework to see. They want to see what we each are learning from their classes. Not what Hermione Granger knows and tells us she thinks we should know. Or thinks she knows. That's what your homework assignments are for."

All the Slytherin students and several of the Ravens adopted a thoughtful look as they glanced to the stacks where they knew the Slytherin Head of House was browsing the racks. He was always in the Library when Slytherin students were allowed to go there. Slytherins were so unpopular in the school they couldn't come to the Library unprotected lest they be accused of something they didn't do or fall prey to one of the school bullies. He smirked at them and gave a slight nod of his head to indicate Harry was correct in his assumption as to the purpose of the homework assignments.

"As for me being where I needed to be when I needed to be there, as you are alive to be standing here today, I would say it is you who owes me for that service. I would also say it proves beyond any doubt I'm quite capable of getting myself where I need to be when I need to be there without your less than helpful assistance. If I want to be there. Because even we population created so-called heroes get to choose who we believe is worthy of saving. I do believe I once chose you, didn't I? I do, after all, recall quite clearly who it was sobbing in the bathroom when a troll decided to come calling looking for dinner and it wasn't me, Girl."

"Nor did I ever wish to be placed in danger so you could prove you solved a mystery. I do recall telling you that the object of the mystery was as safe as it could be with so many professors already protecting it. I also recall it was you who insisted we had to go check on it to make sure since the Headmaster was away from campus at the time."

"But you couldn't admit I was right, could you? Even when we were standing in front of Professor Snape's challenge and I told you he wasn't the bad guy in the Castle after the trinket the Headmaster had stolen from it's rightful owner. I even pointed out that if he had his trap placed there, then he already knew how to get around all the other traps. He had to just so he could set his up. But you didn't want to admit I was right because that meant admitting you were wrong to set his clothes on fire during the quiditch game." The Professor in the stacks now glared at the bushy haired girl. A low rolling growl emanated from the stacks as Professor Snape finally learned who had tried to kill him that year.

"Nor was it me who wanted to brew a difficult potion I claimed to need to steal expensive ingredients for just so I could interrogate an unsuspecting person for my own amusement. That was also you, wasn't it? A potion you couldn't even brew. How do I know you didn't brew it? Simple. You can't tell the difference between her hair," He pointed to Millicent Bulstrode sitting with her fellow Slytherins "and her cat's. Anyone who can brew that potion is certainly smart enough to make that simple little distinction. But again you wanted to play Nancy Drew and solve the mystery, didn't you?"

"Nor have I ever gone around defaming someone else's character behind their back. I didn't want to break rules to offer unsolicited comfort over the loss of an animal. I reminded you there was a murderer after me. I even reminded you about the announcement saying the dementors would now be prowling the grounds outside the Castle after dark. Dementors who absolutely love to catch me off-guard and unprotected. That I wasn't supposed to be outside after dark because it was too dangerous."

"Nor was I keeping potentially dangerous secrets from you that could have done you great harm. Seems to me, all of that was you. As I see it, you owed me your life and you repaid me with betrayal. But we'll let this judgment rune be the judge of who is telling the truth between us now."

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