"Aside from the time when he prevented my family from moving and the time he came and put the block on me, I never saw Albus Dumbledore. In fact in both those instances he tried to make me forget he'd been there. He was supposedly my magical guardian, and he never made any inquiries into my well-being. It didn't stop his allies from spying, and taking advantage of me. I never wanted to be famous. The fact I'm famous for surviving while my parents are dead.. it bugs me. Especially when to me I hear others say the Boy-Who-Lived and I think of my parents who died. It's disgusting to me when others seem to glory in calling me that because it seems their glorying in my parents' deaths. Which is just sick.
"If my aunt was a different sort of person, my life with my relatives could have been miserable and something tells me Albus Dumbledore wouldn't have lifted a finger to help me. As it is, I feel woefully unprepared for the life I'll be expected to lead as an adult. Aunt Petunia has done her best but there are particular quirks to the hierarchy of the magical world, that I'm struggling to learn before people will think less of me for not knowing them. Thank Merlin, I'm in Slytherin. The other houses don't teach any of this. All in all, why wouldn't I hate Albus Dumbledore?
"Oh and there's the latest ripple I found out this summer, I don't believe it, it can interpreted about a zillion ways. But if Dumbledore believes it, and I can't help but think the bastard does, I think he wants me to die in the process. He's certainly not doing anything to prepare me for it if it is true. Be damned if I'm going to lay down and die without one hell of a fight.
"So that leaves me where I am, pissed off and ready to scream."
"Okay, that explains the anger, but you're not one to cry over stuff you get pissed about."
Harry paled. "What do you mean cry?"
"Red, puffy eyes." Marcus arched an eyebrow.
Harry blushed.
"Harry, it is okay to have feelings. I mean, I know as snakes we don't usually show them, but we have them nonetheless. Do you want to tell me? You don't have to."
"My godfather, I don't remember meeting him before… he.. my father made him sound so great in his letter from my vault…" Harry paused and dashed away renewed tears. "I pulled strings and paid people so he could get a trial. The moment he realized I was a snake, he reviled me, told me my dad would be ashamed. He doesn't even know me and he hates me. I hate him! I…" Harry's tears went from the occasional one or two to a steady streams.
Marcus felt terrible for his young friend. "It's okay Harry. If my godfather treated me like that, I'd hate him too. Let's just fly for a while."
Half an hour later Harry felt somewhat calm and controlled. Marcus and he headed to the showers. Marcus was quick because he wanted to join the party he knew would be happening in the Slytherin dorm. Harry lingered and shed a few more tears in the shower for what might have been. On his way back into the castle he was startled when Luna came out of the shadows near the stairs leading to the dungeons.
"Are you better now? Did the grumblebums leave?"
"Grumblebums?"
"Yes, before the match I noticed you seemed as if you had been attacked by one. They make my eyes red and puffy too. Hogwarts sure seems to have lots of them."
"Okay…? Can I say, I have no idea what you're talking about." Harry fought an urge to chuckle. Grumblebum, he supposed that would do as a description for his asinine godfather.
Luna's misty eyes met his green ones."I guess you found a way to get rid of the dust they leave behind. I guess I'm going to have to practice more."
"Practice what?" Harry didn't know what was going on in this odd conversation.
"Flying. Bye, Harry."
Harry shook his head with puzzlement
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