Harry at this point really wanted to pass out from the pain in his forehead but knew if he gave into it, he and his godbrother would both die. Harry thought as best he could. Impasse, Neville is free but we're trapped here with him. Time to change the status quo. "Hey Voldie, you want the stone go get it." He threw it with all the force he could muster through the trapdoor . He grabbed Neville arm and ran full tilt to the door. They had barely cleared the door when a bright green spell hit and shattered the door frame After months of running both boys had no trouble going in a full sprint for the closest hidden passage.
"Harry we have to tell the Headmaster."
"I know." Part of Harry was just ornery enough to look forward to the horrified look the man would get if he was unaware that the stone was counterfeit.
Twenty minutes later, Harry got to enjoy the headmaster's expression it was even more horrified that he had thought it would be. What was even better was all the heads of houses were there as well. "Voldemort has the stone? Do you have any idea what you have done!"
Harry couldn't help it; it was too much he snickered.
Snape exploded."You have handed the Darkest Lord in centuries a means of immortality and the means to finance his every whim! How can you sit there and snicker!"
"The stone wasn't real." Harry said calmly.
A moment later Neville broke into giggles. While the adults just sat there, jaws dropped.
"Do you honestly think me stupid enough that I would hand over a real philosopher's stone to someone like Quirrellmort? Hell no. I'm not that stupid. Of course I wouldn't have been stupid enough to bring something like that real or fake, to a school of children. He was threatening to kill my godbrother, so by my book headmaster your little test endangered a student's life. I figured out your little test months ago, I contacted Nicholas Flammel who advised me to ignore it and I would've but Quirrell grabbed Nev. That's how I know the stone is fake and how I know your so called protections were nothing but a test, after all a first year got by them. What I don't know is why? Why test me and why is Voldemort after me?"
# "Alas, what you ask I cannot answer. Not today, when you are older."#
"Bullshit! You've been playing god with my life since my parents died!"
"Mr. Potter! How dare you speak to the Headmaster that way?" McGonagall yelled.
"Easily if I don't stand up for me, I can't expect anyone else to."
"Professor McGonagall, I think I want my Gran to be here before this goes any further. She's a member of Harry's trustee board." Neville spoke.
"Mr. Longbottom be quiet. As for you, Mr. Potter, your parents would be mortified to hear the way you are speaking to the Headmaster."
"No, you listen, you, prejudiced old biddy. My parents might be mortified by what I've said, but that doesn't really matter does it? Because they're dead. Dead, because they followed the senile old geezer, the Headmaster, and it lead to their deaths. But heck that wasn't the only bad judgement they showed. They named you third in line to be my guardian and we know how that turned out. Me, left on a doorstep in November being raised by muggles, and the revered headmaster binding my magic when I was four. I find you people laughable. Maybe you're foolish enough to take every word Albus Dumbledore speaks as something being told to you by a god, because he's an important, powerful wizard, but I won't. There is nothing you can say to me to persuade me that the headmaster is a good and worthy of respect person, because my life is a testament to the fact he's a manipulative old bastard." Harry stood there panting with spent fury.
"Mr Potter. Two Hundred points from Slytherin. Get yourself down to your dorm room and plan on staying there until you leave on the train." Came Snape's low menacing growl. "How dare you address the Headmaster that way?"
"Easily, just as I dare say that the people in this room, save Nev, are some of the blindest and most gutless I've ever seen. I'm leaving, and I'll be glad to stay in my dorm."
Neville was shocked. Snape frogmarched Harry towards the door. He looked at his head of house he looked at Flitwick and Sprout. "Aren't you going to do anything? He saved me, he faced all those dangers to do it an you are just going to stand there and let them do this ! Harry's got it right! You people need to take your heads out of your arses, or is it the Headmasters arse? And-"
"A hundred points from Gryffindor" Minerva snarled.
"Another hundred points from Gryffindor." Snape said from the door. When Minerva gave him a dirty look he said in a reasonable tone. "For inappropriate language."
Professors Flitwick and Sprout were torn between being appalled at Harry and Neville's behavior and being appalled at hearing the accusations of what the Headmaster had been up to with regards to the safety of the students of the school. Bluntly stated as the boys had done it, it made them wonder why they hadn't recognized the danger and said something to stop it themselves. They also were surprised to hear that Minerva had the responsibility to take Harry in after his parents died, but for whatever reason had not done so.
Harry didn't exactly obey his confinement to the Slytherin dorm. He used his dad's cloak to slip out and place the spells for his end of year prank. Aaron had supervised his brewing the potion and the Potter elves would be coating the silverware before the final feast. Neville knew about the prank and approved. Harry had originally figured he would be hit by it like the other students, but with his confinement no one would question why he wasn't. Harry knew his prank wasn't very nice but that didn't worry him.
At the end of year feast, the yellow and black banners hung for the first time in a hundred twenty four years. Ravenclaw had been stomped in the end of year quidditch match with Gryffindor and had ended placing twelve points behind the Hufflepuffs for the House Cup. The snakes and the lions who had been leading for the house cup the previous week were loath to explain the sudden point losses. But from the way Neville was getting glared at and the absence of Harry Potter at the feast, it was surmised they were responsible.
The feast was two thirds over when people throughout the room noticed their foreheads itching.
Harry's conspirators smiled as words appeared on the foreheads of everyone in the room even the teachers. Neville knew his own said squib, Hermione's read ignoramus, he noted Ron's read nobody. He had sat close to the teacher's table so he'd be able to read at least some of theirs. Dumbledore's read Dark Lord. Snape's interestingly enough read James Potter.
Sinistra's read my mother. Flitwick and McGonagall's both read incompetent Vector's read idiot. Many of the Gryffindors' read coward. Oddly the Weasley twins read bullies. Many kids were responding at first by laughing as they read their peers' foreheads until they heard what was on their own. That was the evil side of Harry's prank everyone's worst fear about themselves being put on display for the whole world to read. It was a large group of sober students that boarded the Hogwarts Express the next day.
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