Deluded

Harry was miserable. Everybody had left him unattended to the summer after his fourth year, the summer after he had faced the darkest memories of his entire life. And everybody had left him, left him with his abusive excuse of a family, to spiral into his own pit of insanity and... loneliness. The only thing that accompanied him at this time were the traumatizing memories of his past taunting him in his sleep, in his consciousness and everywhere he went. Angry, confused, upset, hurt, he wanted his friends to reach out to him, since they knew how much stress and pain he must've experienced. But nobody came to his aid, despite the strong bond he had maintained with them over the past few years.
Everything completely changes when Harry returns to Hogwarts, without a scrap of news. Filled with emotions and visions he can't explain, the whole school with its back turned against him, he follows a drastic route. Whom he thought were his friends had betrayed him. Whom he thought were his opposites, were his equals, but he found himself... superior. Whom he thought was his biggest and smartest enemy of all, aided him and guided him without even acknowledging the fact.
Was Harry this deluded, pitiful hero image everybody put up for him all this time? Everybody had expected him to be brave, kind of dumb, to follow everybody's orders, and then save their backs when they finally needed him and noticed him, without even caring for his true self, and without noticing him when he was at the verge of pain, sorrow, worry, when his darkest of thoughts possessed him. It all had been a big delusion.