Foresaken (Old, being rewrote)

"...the Deathly hands of Hadrian Peverell...

 The week had skidded by quickly, Harry felt relieved it was all over. Blunder after small blunder kept him on his toes all week, making him annoyed with himself and life in general. By small blunders, he meant spilling his glass of orange juice at lunch, almost stepping on Kiwi's tail, tripping down the stair (twice), getting numerous points taken from him by Dumbledore, and nearly getting punched in the face by an angry Malfoy. A trickle of bad luck corrupting the good luck streak, he supposed? It was funny in a sick way to him, wondering what would go wrong next and idly wondering if he'd find a way to drink his water wrong or merely breath air incorrectly.

Harry was wondering all this in the middle of Transfiguration class, perhaps not the best idea as his day dreaming was noticed. Idly, he swirled his wand between his fingers as he looked across the room with a small frown at the chattering Orion and Tiernan. It wasn't their fault they ended up across the room from him, merely Dumbledore decided to put him next to a random Hufflepuff muggle-born named Julia Jones because he and Tiernan were being "disruptive" in class on Tuesday. Harry found this to be a cross of his new found bad luck and Dumbledore simply hating him, as he was only performing the spell Dumbledore assigned and was being rather silent on Tuesday anyway.

"Five points from Slytherin," Dumbledore mused, drawing Harry's attention back to the professor. A firm professional like glare was locked on him, blue eyes boring holes into him, Harry stopped twirling his wand and sighed, he leaned back in his chair and stretched himself out. Dumbledore scowled at him, "If you are so bored, Mr. Peverell, can you be part of the demonstration I was about to perform?"

"Depends, Professor, what is the demonstration?" Harry unapologetically asked, staying slouched in his chair as he watched Dumbledore gain a small bit of a twinkle. Oh, nice, Harry thought dully to himself, I've been trapped in some sort of trap he expertly laid. I'm soooo, scared.

"Why, nice of you to ask," Dumbledore twinkled at him, smiling in a way that caused a swirl of fear to blossom momentarily. Ignoring the confusing fear he watched on, "I was going to transfigure someone in the class who volunteered to be transfigured into something like a ferret or a pigeon."

"Uh, no," Harry flatly said, the twinkled instantly died and Dumbledore hid a scowl by raising a slow hand up to his face and sighing as if he was disappointed.

"Oh, M'boy," Harry ground his teeth at those words coming out of Dumbledore's mouth, "Do I need to take more points?"

Harry found a sharp look coming to his face before he tilted his head slightly and laughed coldly, done with anything and everything at the moment, "Do I need to have a discussion with Headmaster Dippet?"

"Pardon?" Dumbledore's voice was sharper than his own, a fiery gleam resting in his eyes as the class dropped into a deathly silence.

"You heard me, Sir," Harry replied sitting up slightly in his seat, eyes traced his movements as he then leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk and rested his head on his palms, "I'm sorry, I'm usually not one to take about action in such a public manner, just, I can't help but feel this needs addressed," Dumbledore merely narrowed his eyes more, "Well, you've been excessively taking points from me all week-to the point it could look, from an outside perspective of course, as harassment. Fifteen points on Monday for essentially saying I didn't want to resort into Gryffindor, Tuesday you separated me from my fellow Slytherins and told me I was being far too loud and took ten points, later you stalked me down in the hall and took five for basically touching Orion on the shoulder. On Wednesday, you found me walking alone to the library and took fifteen points for suspicious activity and took me to Slughorn to get me a detention, which he laughed you out of the room. Then, you proceeded to take points from me for wasting your time. Yesterday, you blamed me for a prank and took twenty-five points and forced me to clean the mess, then you then took five more points from me for 'being snarky'. Today, this morning you took points from me, in the dungeons, for laughing too loudly. You also found me at lunch break and took points from me for being 'curt' with you. I understand taking the points now, but actively hunting down a student and taking as many points as possible violates many rules. I have memories and the rule book behind me, if this activity goes on you will force my hand."