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I Have the Sudden Urge to Hit You With A Chair

Where did adults store all that audacity? Harry had shown up to the nonsensical meeting in Mcgonagall's office at lunch, missing a meal they so desperately needed to repair the years of starvation. Then when they had sat down in a room filled with enough angry tension to kill a small child, the two adults were refusing to speak first! As if Harry was supposed to initiate a conversation they didn't even want to be having!

"Well, since Mr. Potter is clearly going to be immature about this, I shall start," Mcgonagall grabbed a stack of parchment on her desk, ignoring the vicious glare from Snape. "Now then, Mr. -"

"I'd prefer it if you would use Mx, instead of Mister or Miss."

"Do not interrupt me! This is a serious meeting! You nearly didn't pass last year and I am trying to inform you as to why your class schedule cannot be changed!"

"What? I passed perfectly fine last year! I may get a little distracted in class, but every homework assignment was turned in after being proofread by Hermione! My classes should have been Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, which I have already purchased the books for, and if my schedule is not fixed I will be going to those classes with Hermione and skipping the classes I didn't sign up for!"

"You will do no such thing! You did not take your end of semester tests last year which makes up a good percentage of your grade!"

"You mean the tests that none of the teachers would allow me to make up after I got out of the hospital wing after fighting a fucking basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets? You mean after I saved an eleven year old's life and nearly lost my own? The tests in which I begged to be allowed to take? This is bullshit! Last year's grades do not affect my choice of classes during third year, and don't bother lying to me about it! Hermione told me last year after I was inconsolable!"

"Well, you should have thought about that before yo-"

"Alright! Next time I'll let a child die! That's what you want isn't it?" Harry was standing, hands pressed against her desk, and a fire in their eyes. "Better yet! I'll go tell Ginny Weasley that you said she should have died so I could take my end of year tests! I'm sure that's great for her mental health!"

"That's enough Potter," Snape finally spoke, sending a quelling glance at Harry, who sat down with a smirk, before turning on Mcgonagall. "Now then, Potter should have been allowed to take his other finals, yes other, they took their potions final, and they should still be in their chosen classes. They are a bright child who needs to be challenged. Not to mention the fact that they have been banned from Divination for calling Trelawney a drunkard."

"Mx. Potter, you will follow Miss Granger to the two classes you chose and tell Mr. Weasley that he will be moved to Muggle Studies as soon as possible."

"Thank you Professor! See, that is how the situation should have been handled. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go grab something to eat to remedy the damage my 'loving' relatives caused."

Harry walked out and hurried down to the Great Hall. They managed to eat a bit before the warning bell rang for the next batch of classes. Potions and Arithmancy was scheduled for after lunch that day. They couldn't wait! Professor Snape's class was bound to be interesting since Hermione found a spell that would rebound anything thrown at their cauldrons.