The Real Harry Potter

All you do, Snape, is walk around taking points and throwing insults at people because you know that Dumbledore and your position protects you from retaliation. You are not smart, you are not loyal, you are not cunning nor are you brave, it's a wonder you were sorted at all. You are just a coward picking on children who can't fight back!"

"A coward?!" Snape placed the tip of his wand right at Harry's temple. "You dare call me a coward?! Take that back now!" Snape snarled, though he stopped when he suddenly felt something poke him. He looked down to see Harry's holly wand poking his leg but realised that with the slightest movement it would be aimed between his legs.

"Why don't you make me Snivellus?" Harry said in a challenging voice as he glared at him.

"Enough!" Dumbledore said loudly, causing Fudge and McGonagall to flinch.

Harry and Snape continued glaring at each other, Snape eventually wilted under Dumbledore's powerful eyes and removed his wand. Harry was tempted to just hex the bastard right now but knew that it was probably not the best course of action, especially when you consider the other people in the room, so he pulled his wand away .

Harry sniffed as he looked at Snape with disdain before he took a few steps backwards until he felt the bed touch the back of his leg. Harry climbed back on to the bed and sat down but kept his eyes and wand aimed at Snape.

"Mr Potter please lower your wand." Dumbledore sighed.

"Nope." Harry said, popping the 'p'. "I don't really trust Snivellus over here to not curse me the moment my wand is not aimed at him."

"It is Professor Snape," Dumbledore said in a stern manner. "and he will not curse you."

"I don't really want to take that chance." Harry replied, keeping his eyes on Snape. "Snivellus," Harry made sure to emphasise his nickname. "is not really stable."

"Mr Potter do you not trust me?" Dumbledore asked.

"No." Harry said instantly, surprising everyone.

"Why not?"

"Because if you are idiotic enough to think that Snivellus over here should be allowed anywhere near children or a school then I don't really trust your judgment." Harry responded. "Snape has been terrorising me and other first years for years and if I can't trust you to at least do your job as headmaster and keep him under control then I am not going to trust you with my safety." A short silence filled the room, everyone including Snape stared at Harry with disbelief.

"Very well," Dumbledore said eventually, looking very tired as he did so. "Severus," Dumbledore said as he looked at Snape. "please leave."

"Headmaster you can't be serious!" Snape protested. "You are making me leave just because of this arrogant little..."

"Severus," Dumbledore's voice was soft yet his eyes and face were hard. "leave now."

"Very well." Snape said before he glared at Harry who glared right back, Snape stormed out of the room, his cloak billowing as he did so. Snape walked out before he slammed the doors shut, the sound from it echoed across the room.

"Man child." Harry said under his breath, wondering how pathetic Snape had to be to resort to slamming doors.

"Happy now Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he turned to Harry.

"I'm not unhappy," Harry said as he turned back to them. "anyway as I was saying before that filthy, unwanted, unhygienic, stupid, fucking arsehole..."

"Mr Potter!" McGonagall cut him off. "Your language and blatant disrespect is..."

"You do realise that it is rude to interrupt?" Harry said, cutting her off. McGonagall looked furious but Harry ignored her and turned to Dumbledore. "Anyway, before both of your very rude Hogwarts staff interrupted me I was about to say that when I landed in the graveyard I thought that it was a part of the Triwizard tournament, I then was attacked by Pettigrew. He fired a spell at me, I put up a shield and then we duelled. Well when I say duel, it was not really a duel, I beat him pretty easily."

"What about the cut on your arm?" Fudge asked, narrowly beating out Dumbledore.

"Oh he cut me with a knife when I got close." Harry said dismissively. "I then started attacking him, he tried to run to the portkey. I tackled him and we both landed on the portkey. Then the next thing I know we are both here."

Dumbledore frowned, clearly wanting more information. He looked Harry in the eye and used legilimency so he could see what happened and speed up the conversation. Dumbledore watched the memory through Harry's eyes, he watched as Harry had landed and began looking around wherever he could. Peter Pettigrew approached and fired a stunner, Harry had managed to dodge to the side, barely, and then went on the offensive.

Harry shot a variety of spells at Pettigrew, some of which included a bone breaker that Harry aimed at Peter's legs, it connected on Peter's foot right foot. Dumbledore was not quite sure where Harry learned that but was not able to call him out on it without revealing that he had read Harry's mind.

Though he realised that he likely learnt it from Barty Crouch junior. Dumbledore watched as Harry approached Peter only for Peter to manage to cut Harry on the arm with his knife, Peter tried crawling away while Harry recovered from the attack and shock of it.

Then Harry ran after Peter and tackled him onto the portkey. Dumbledore could not help but notice how Peter no longer had the knife when the portkey activated, he was about to continue reading when Harry closed his eyes, cutting off the connection.

"Professor," Harry said, slowly opening his eyes. "can you come here a moment?" Harry asked politely. Dumbledore moved closer only for Harry to grab him by the beard with his left hand and pull down before his right hand punched the old headmaster straight in the nose, Dumbledore stumbled back and was only able to remain standing thanks to the help of an empty bed.

"Mr Potter!" Fudge and McGonagall gasped in shock.

"You know Professor, " Harry said to Dumbledore, ignoring the other two. "I do not have the best occlumency shields in the world but I can tell when someone is reading my mind."

"Reading your mind?!" Fudge blurted out before turning to Dumbledore. "Dumbledore you tried to read his mind?!"

"I do apologise," Dumbledore said, waving his wand over his face to clean the blood and repair the damage. Dumbledore was surprised that Harry had any mental defences at al but hid his surprise masterfully. "I truly am sorry Harry but a situation like this..."

"Would of course allow you to illegally read my mind." Harry glared at Dumbledore. "Do that again and I promise I will aim lower." Harry's eyes glanced towards where he would aim so that Dumbledore would definitely know what he meant.

"Once again I am sorry, but I could not help but notice Pettigrew lost his knife before you two portkeyed away."

"What does that have to do with anything?!" An irritated Fudge asked, still trying to get over the part where Dumbledore tried to read the mind of the boy-who-lived.

Did that mean that Dumbledore read other people's minds? Had Dumbledore read his own mind in the past? Fudge knew that if he tried calling Dumbledore out on it then Dumbledore would easily get away with it as there was no real proof that he had read Harry Potter's mind.

"The knife would have young Harry's blood," Dumbledore began explaining. "there are many rituals, many dark rituals, that can be used with that. It is my belief that Pettigrew was attempting to use Harry's blood in a certain ritual."

"To do what?" Harry asked.

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