Harry Potter and the last Potter (fanfic)

Not enough chocolate in the world

We sat around at the dinner table in the great hall. All day long, Harry got praise - especially from the Gryffindor team - for his legendary skill and precision.

"Good job out there today, Harry!" Said a boy called Cedric Digory from Hufflepuff, who gave him a firm handshake.

"Yes, Harry!" Said Fred giving him a high five.
"Nice one, mate! Play like that again and we'll be sure to beat Slytherin in the finals!" Said George giving him a low five.

"Yeah! Thanks, guys" Harry smiled.

"Even if it meant beating Malfoy off his broom..." I mumbled.

Harry glared at me to stop, hoping no one heard.

Gryffindor table was loud and cocky. Eating like kings, much like they felt. But I was planning. Planning something the way I used to in the orphanage.

I needed papers, drawings, schematics, and very good know-how about the in's and out's of Hogwarts. In other words, a map.

"Hey Harry," I interruptedt his laughter with a mouthful of chicken, "do you still have the map?"

Just then, i felt a kick from under the table which nearly made me choke.

"Ow!" I yelled at Hermione.

"Do you want to be any louder?" Said Ron.

"Well I need it!" I urged.

"For what?" Harry asked.

There was a pause and a trio of intrigued eyes set on me.

"I'm planning an attack!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"On who?" Asked Ron.

"Slytherin house!" I revealed quietly, beaming.

"You're barking," Ron laughed.

"I'm serious, and I'll need a team of course... you know, the smart-ass, the brave, the... ginger one,"

"Shove off..."

"Kidding," i rolled my eyes, "you're tactical, right?"

"I play wizards chess,"

"Perfect..." I raised my eyebrows and looked back at Harry.

We watched each other for a while.

"Well?" I asked "can I have it?"

"No," he answered plainly.

"What?!" I yelled shocked

"No,"

"What do you mean no?"

"No!"

"Why?!"

"Because what's the point?"

"The point is, they were trying to mess you up. They keep getting involved in your life and they're trying to fuck it up!" I preached, "they could've really hurt you, Harry. They don't even care,"

Harry took no interest. He just kept eating his food.

I got up, slammed my hands in to the table and leant forward where he could hear me speaking more quietly.

"How long?" I asked. The whole Gryffindor table watched me.

"How long what?" He replied

"How long are you going to let him do that to you? Walk all over you, push you around... reduce you to a speck," my rage built.