I Tricked the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 12

Harry awoke peacefully from his sleep and stretched his arms while groaning. Last nights events still came and he already had a plan set up on how to fail Voldemort's and Dumbledore's plans for him and pave his own path with his new group of friends- the new marauders. 

It had only been the second day and he had indeed noticed a weird behavior he had noticed from the new defense against the dark arts teacher when he went to class on the first day yesterday. He kept on staring at him and doing that weird tongue flip once in a while, one thing he didn't recognized before. During his time at the Greengrass' over the summer, Moody had paid a visit as he and Cyrus were good friends. 

The man was very kind, although easily agitated and always had the food and surroundings checked. Though Moody's agitation did work for Harry's favor as he taught the him a new spell to check if there was any poison and even gave Harry a small code phrase to recognize him- Honour thy Magic. He tried to talk to him after class but he refused and told him to leave, citing an intense pain before drinking from his flask. 

He must be using polyjuice... deduced Harry as he stood up from his bed and headed immediately for the nearby showers. He took a short shower and dressed quickly in his uniform and headed for the great hall. 

Although looking collected at the outside, inside his brain, he was planning intensely. Reading some Sherlock Holmes books and some muggle books thought him ways to organize his mind like an organized library to create a mind palace to make it easier to bring out information. He remembered the quote Holmes used to describe his mind to Watson during their first adventure and chuckled to himself. Maybe being a wizarding Holmes wouldn't be that bad. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a voice behind him. 

"Hello Harry," he turned to see Albus Dumb-as-a-door smiling in his same grandfatherly smile with the twinkle in his damn eyes. 

"Oh, hello headmaster," said Harry coolly. "Heading to the great hall also?" 

"Of course, a wizard needs his breakfast to operate," Dumbledore chuckled. "I have always enjoyed a good english meal, helps start the day." 

Harry smiled softly. "That I can agree with, I have taken in the benefits of a good breakfast especially with mum making me tasty ones everyday." 

"Mum?" asked Dumbledore, looking confused. 

"Oh, I call Cyrus' wife mum, she has always asked me to call her that and she always act like the mum I never had," said Harry smiling. 

"And what about your actual mother, Lily?" 

"I think she won't mind," said Harry shrugging. "She would be happy knowing her son is loved and cared for by people who love him like their own, that was your mistake."

"My mistake?" asked Dumbledore, sweat slowly falling from within his bloody tall hat. 

"You placed me with people who you knew hated magic and hated my mother and father and yet you thought their love would overcome their hatred and make me as their own, was that the idea headmaster?" 

"That was what I thought, I thought Petunia's hidden love for her sister would overcome her hatred for magic and make her care for you." 

"That was your mistake, they never cared for me, they despised me but now they're in prison and there's nothing we can do about it, kinda happy what happened to them," said Harry with a smirk. 

"Harry!" said Dumbledore firmly. "They are your family!" 

"No headmaster, a family are people who care and love me and would never abuse me for most of my life," spat Harry coldly. "The Dursley's were never family and never will be."