The secret origin of Discord

Harry was in a house that he created in the void. During his time in the void, he learned he no longer needed to do things like eat or sleep unless he wanted to, and even then, that was just for the experience rather than because he needed to. This was good since it meant he could practice his new magic and learn why he was still changing.

After a bit of training, he discovers that if he uses too much of his new powers or does not control his emotions, both his body and mind will exhibit changes. But if he can keep his concentration, he can undo those changes temporarily. However, as time goes on, he keeps feeling a large craving to let his magic out, to not restrict them and go all out. He has so far managed to keep this desire under control, but he can feel it growing stronger.

Right now, Harry is on his bed, thinking about what is happening to him. All this changes, as well as his new desire to let his magic out. He doesn’t know why this is happening or what would happen to him if he went all out and let himself be completely changed. Will the effect be permanent, and if so, what will happen to him? He decided not to think too much about it, as he remembered, unfortunately, that he had to go to Hogwarts tomorrow.
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Harry stepped from the Underground station at Kings Cross into the main area and headed for Platform 9 3/4.Today begin his fifth year at Hogwarts and during this time he knew without a doubt that Dumbledore expected to use the year to somehow convince him to forgive him and the wizarding world for their final betrayal, but he had no intention of obliging the old man. The thought of the old man make him furious that his eyes turn red for a second without him noticing.

Once he stepped through the Barrier, Harry heard the silence spread outward like a wave as those closest to the Barrier spread the word that he was on the platform.The wizards and witches stared at him silently, not sure what to do or how to act. This was Harry Potter the Destroyer-of-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and the young man they had betrayed. Finally one parent gathered up his courage and began to move toward the Boy-Who-Lived and that seemed to be a signal to the others.

As the mob of people began to move toward him, Harry gripped the straps of the backpack containing his shrunken trunk and the books he was going to be reading throughout the year. After snapping his fingers and putting up a shield to keep them from being able to touch him or get too close to him, Harry started moving through the crowd. There were yelps from those who first encountered the shield as they were knocked off their feet. That gave those further away enough warning so that they didn't get too close to him, but they still shouted their thanks and good wishes. Harry responded to none of them. He wanted none of their praise or their thanks.

Once he was settled into a compartment, Harry pulled out a few books and after restoring them to normal size, settled in to read. He ignored the noise outside his compartment and most of the students who were getting on the train were not stupid enough to enter his compartment.
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As the students were getting ready to leave from Platform 9 and 3/4, Dumbledore and the teachers were going over last minute details that needed to be taken care of before the new school year started.

Professor McGonagall brought up one final subject that had been on the minds of all the teachers. "Headmaster, given how powerful Mr. Potter has shown himself to be are you sure it is safe to have him here? I mean given the animosity he must feel for the other students because of the events that occurred last year and the fact that you have basically forced him to come back to Hogwarts, what is to stop him from taking his anger out on his fellow students?"

The expression on Dumbledore's face was serious as he said. "I wouldn't have forced the issue with Mr. Potter, if I thought he might prove to be a danger to the other students. Part of the reason those laws were enacted was so that he would have to come back here and resolve the issues he has with us and with his yearmates. As to what has happened to Mr. Potter over the last year, he has a great deal of unresolved anger toward the wizarding community." Dumbledore told the assembled teachers. "We have two years to try and work through the anger, so that we do not lose him. He needs the wizarding world as much as we need him, though he does not realise it yet."

"Albus I don’t this is good ideal”said Professor McGonagall ” I fear you interfering is only going to make things worse.”

"We need to do this McGonagall" Dumbledore said , before his expression became serious once more. "I am willing to take that risk and I am asking you all to take it with me. I, for one, will not allow the anger he is carrying around to fester within him and warp him into something evil, the way anger turned another promising young wizard named Tom Riddle into Voldemort. We have a lot to make up to Mr. Potter for, not the least of which was our lack of faith in him last year, which led to his unjust incarceration."

Everyone had fallen silent at the mention of the Dark Lord's name and some of the teacher's flinched. However unknown to everyone McGonagall warning turn out to be true as there interfering in Harry life resulted in creating something more worst than a dark lord.
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Shortly after the train pulled out of the station, a steady stream of people began coming by the compartment Harry was sitting in. He managed to stop them from coming in by forming a magical barrier which stop anyone from entering.As Harry was reading his book he sense a familar present. A certain Slytherin and his two henchmen.

He undid the shield and use his magic to open the door to reveal Malfoy with Crabbe and Goyle behind him, wand drawn and his mouth open ready to utter his curse, but Harry just snap his finger frozen them in place. He had left Malfoy's head free to move around. He was interested in hearing the threats and posturing the little ferret had come up with this year, especially given that he couldn't threaten Harry with Voldemort or his father.

"Well, if it isn't Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret." Harry commented as he removed the wand from the blond's frozen hand. "What did you think you were going to do to me?"

"Let me go, Potter." Malfoy growled.

“Or what you will tell your father? Oh, wait, you can’t his dead,” said Harry in a mocking voice. This causes Malfoy to be furious..

"You're going to pay Potter, for what you did." Malfoy spoke in anger.

“Good luck with that malfloy “ Harry said in a mocking voice.” Since giving what I see of you you nothing but a bully who need to use his parents money and connection to get what he wants. I heard Slytherin were force to be cunning and sneaky but from what I see of you and those two dumb statues behind you you nothing but a thug who only know how to use brute force.” Harry then snap his fingers sending malfloy and his two henchmen to the luggage room of the train.

However shortly after he was done with that two certain people walk near the door. Anger instantly fill him and unknown to him and everyone through his trousers his right leg turn into a lizard leg for a second before turning back to normal.

“What do you want?” he said with a voice full of fury.

“We came to see you, Harry,” Hermione said nervously.

"Oh, so it’s Harry again,” Harry said again. ”I thought it was bloody traitor. And while we on the topic on my name, you will only call me Potter since only my friends call me Harry, and right now I don’t have friends, especially ones that are as idiotic as you two. So leave me alone.” He shouted the last one.

“Now that's not fair!" Ron shouted in anger . "We made a mistake last year and we're trying to make up for it. You have no right to insult people or not listen to what they have to say."

The emerald eyes that stared back Ron and Hermione were like chips of ice. The expression on his face looked a lot like Professor Snape's did. The one that said he thought you were a bug that he was deciding whether or not to waste the time stepping on. Hermione and Ron tried to swallow the lump that seemed to have suddenly appeared in her throat.

“Oh, so when it is you insulting people and ignoring what they say, it is alright, but when they do it to you, it is suddenly a crime,“ Harry said, glaring at Ron. ”You didn’t listen to me when I told you I did not put my name in the goblet and began insulting me nonstop. So not only are you a traitor but a hypocrite as well.”

"Ron isn't a traitor." Hermione defended her friend.

"Oh and what is the definition of a traitor, Miss Know-it-All?"

Hermione hated that nickname. She thought she had gotten beyond that with him and Ron and now she was clearly back to square one at least as far as Harry was concerned.

"Well, we're waiting." Harry told her, doing an impression of Snape at his worst. "What is the definition of a traitor?"

When she said nothing Harry decided to spoke out again

"What nothing to say." Harry observed. "You certainly had plenty of things to say both during and after my trial. And don't think I've forgotten what you did the day I was arrested. The Dementors made sure to play that memory over and over again."

Their was silent for a few moments before Hermione spoke up.

"One who commits an act of treason," Hermione stated, knowing full well where he was going with this.

Harry then mockingly clap his hands and spoke in a mocking voice.” And now we Miss Know-It-All Granger, the fount of all knowledge manage to answer the question correctly . She who can't resist poking her nose in to other people's business and who is never wrong." Then he stop clapping growled, "but you were wrong, weren't you and not for the first time either. You didn't listen to me last year when I tried to tell you that I was innocent so give me one good reason why I should listen to you now. I guess your passion for justice and fairness only extends to house elves and things that are not human, not to those who are supposed to be your friends. How could you throw away our years of friendship? How could you possibly think I was capable of murder? Did you forget that I saved your life during our first year at Hogwarts? Remember the troll, Granger? Or do you have a very short memory, like your boyfriend here? Surely the fact that that I was responsible for you not dying during our first year should've been worth a few precious minutes of the know-it-all's time. But noooo, you preferred to join the 'Harry is an evil Dark Wizard' club without even listening to my side of the story. I should have let that troll end you because in the end of the day you are nothing but an ungrateful bastard who act holy than thou against anyone who she doesn’t agree with. You no different that Malfoy and the rest of Slytherin in that you willing to back stabbed other without a second thought. And now you came here believing a simply I am sorry will make everything okay. Not only did you lock me in Azkaban but you also destroyed the only memories, I will ever have of my parents and godfather. By ripping my soul to shreds with your hateful, hurtful words. By not even bothering to take the time to find out what really happened." His gaze roamed over the whole group. "I thought you of all people would know that I couldn't do what I was being accused of, but no you're no better than the rest of the hypocritical wizarding world. I thought that all of you knowing how Hagrid and Sirius had been framed would've taken the time to find out the truth, instead of believing what you are told like little children who need to be led by the hand. But nooo what do you do. You tow the party line, instead of bothering to think for yourselves. Why is it that no one in the wizarding world can think or reason?"

He glared at Granger, as she opened her mouth to say something. "Don't bother to tell me you can think and reason, because we both know you can't, Granger. If you had been using the brain you were given back then, then you would have remembered that the wizarding world has this wonderful thing called Veritaserum and that it compels people to tell the truth. Why didn't you bother to ask why I wasn't given it at my trial? None of you even spoke up and asked why I wasn't being given it. Just like the rest of the wizarding world, you preferred to assume I was guilty. As it seems the you and the rest of the wizarding world think it is better to see justice quickly done, never mind that the person being condemned to hell wasn't guilty. We have swift justice and that makes up for the fact that the truth gets trampled into the ground and the guilty party goes free to kill again."

His eyes bored into Hermione and Ron as he commented. "I wonder how many people Voldemort have tortured and killed besides the people in the tournament,I mean . I wonder how much blood is on your family's hands, Granger's hands, and the hands of Dumbledork and his Order, because you all couldn't be bothered to speak up and force Fudge to use all the tools at the wizarding world's disposal to determine the truth? I know that Voldemort was very busy during the time I was in Azkaban. How many of those people is Voldemort and his followers is responsible for killing? How many people's lives could have been spared, if you had just spoken up and asked that I be given Veritaserum to confirm or disprove my guilt? Or if the Ministry had just done its job properly?"

There was a pause as the two former friends didn’t know what to say.

“You know I really don't want to hear anything further that you have to say. Leave now, before I do something I won't regret." Said Harry as he snap her fingers and the door close with the shield being put on again.
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After the train reach the station everyone got of it and began walking towards the coaches. While walking Harry heard
Hagrid calling, "Firs' years over here."

Harry got quite a few stares as he was walking towards the thestral drawn carriages, given that he was the only one not wearing the school uniform and the fact that he was carrying a backpack.A couple of Hufflepuff second years joined him iin the carriage, before it took off and wound its way up to the castle.

Professor McGonagall was in the entry hall of the castle, and when she caught sight of Harry, she snapped out. "Mr. Potter, where is your school uniform? You can't go into the great Hall looking like that. And you should have left that bag on the train. It would have been brought up to your dormitory."

"Why would you think I would leave anything of mine where anyone in this school can get hold of it? All my possessions were burned up the last time I was foolish enough to trust anyone in this school and leave my things unguarded, remember Professor?" Harry's face was an expressionless mask. "Your memory can't be that bad, ma'am, given that you had a front row seat for what the Gryffindor Prefects did."

McGonagall looked flustered for a moment, before she asked, "Why didn't you purchase a new uniform?"

Harry told her flatly. "I didn't destroy the ones I had and saw no reason to waste my money replacing something I hadn't damaged or outgrown, not to mention something I didn't want in the first place. If you want me to have a school uniform that badly, then I suggest you have those who destroyed my possessions replace them."

Professor McGonagall, raised her wand, and attempted to transfigure the clothing Potter was wearing into the appropriate outfit, but nothing happened to the muggle clothing. She tried again, with the same result.

"Are you finished with me yet, Professor?" Harry sounded bored. "I would either like to go into the Great Hall, or if as you say, I am not to be allowed in there, dressed like this, then I will go down to the kitchens and get something to eat."

"I must insist that you change your clothing into the appropriate school outfit, or remove the charm that is preventing me from doing so." McGonagall ordered, not realising that a small crowd was gathering in the doorway to the Great Hall behind her.

"No ma'am, I will not." The expression on Harry's face was unyielding. "So if you will excuse me, I will be on my way to the kitchens to get some dinner. Would you mind telling me where I will be staying during my time in this prison of yours and the password to get in? That way I can get in since I apparently won't be eating with the rest of the students."

"You are a Gryffindor. You will be in the Gryffindor tower, in the fifth year boy's dorm." McGonagall winced at Potter's choice of the word prison for Hogwarts. She had never thought she would hear any student call Hogwarts a prison. "The password is Victory."

"I am not a Gryffindor." Harry disagreed. "The students who make up the house you head made thatquite clear last year."

She had also never thought she would see in her lifetime a student in this school openly defy her and for the first time in her life she felt trapped because of it. Mr. Potter needed to be in the Great Hall, not isolating himself, if the Headmaster's plan was to work, but she could not allow him to enter the Great Hall in an inappropriate outfit. And Dumbledore had specifically said that Potter was to be treated like any other student. "Five points from Gryffindor for improper attire. You will either change your current outfit into the correct attire, or remove the charm that is preventing me from doing so. Failure to do so will results in you having detention tomorrow night."

"So," Harry shrugged, "I really don't care what you do. I didn't want to come back here anyway. Dumbledork forced this situation on me and so you're just going to have to live with it. I will not allow you to change the clothing I spent my money on into what you deem appropriate attire. If you wanted me dressed in the correct attire, then you should not have allowed the students of your house to incinerate all my clothing last year while you stood by and did nothing you sorry excuse for a teacher."

The crowd in the doorway was stunned by the tone of Potter's voice. Other than the Weasleys and Hermione Granger, no one had ever heard such malice from the Boy-Who-Lived before.

McGonagall knew she didn't have much time. The first years would be arriving in a few minutes and she must be here to greet them. Looking back toward the Great Hall she saw the crowd of student standing in the doorway and yelled, "All of you take your seats in the Great Hall immediately!" She also caught sight of the Head Girl and ordered, "Miss Granger escort Mr. Potter to the side room off the Great Hall and ask the Headmaster if he would speak with him."

"Mr. Potter," Hermione gestured for Harry to follow her.

Harry said nothing as he was led through the Great Hall to the side room.
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The Headmaster arrived just as Harry made himself comfortable.

"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore spoke up as soon as he saw Harry. "I understand there is a problem with your choice of attire."

Harry looked down at what he was wearing. "I don't see any problem with it. At least I didn't come in starkers."

"There is a uniform code, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore began.

"And unless you have forgotten, old man," Harry interrupted, "all my possessions were burned up by the pyromaniacs who live in Gryffindor tower."

"You should have gotten yourself a new school uniform then." Dumbledore told him.

"And pray tell why should I have spent m money to replace what the Gryffindors destroyed ?" Harry inquired sarcastically. "Aside from the fact that that would mean they got off scott free for their acts of vandalism and arson, I didn't want to come here in the first place. Why should I buy something I have no intention of using once I leave this place forever?"

"The school requirements state that you must have and wear the school uniform." Dumbledore countered.

"Then kick me out." Harry told him. "I don't want to be here in the first place remember!"

"Tomorrow morning Professor McGonagall will take you to Diagon Alley to purchase your school uniform." Dumbledore told him. "For tonight, and tonight only, you will be allowed to attend the opening feast in what you are wearing."

"Unless you plan on making those who destroyed all my school supplies last year, cough up the money to pay for them, then she will be wasting her time and mine." Harry told him. "I told you, I will not be spend one single knut of my money to replace what was destroyed while the Heads of House made no move to stop it. They will also have to cough up the money for all the other supplies on your list, because I didn't get those either."

"Harry," Dumbledore began, but seeing the angry expression on the young man's face, quickly said, "Mr. Potter, how do you expect to pass your classes, without any of the necessary materials?"

"I don't." Harry stated simply. "I am just here, marking time and taking care of some business until I can get out of here. You may have forced me to come here, Dumbledork, but you can not force me to learn anything that your inept teachers may try and teach."

"Harry," Dumbledore said quickly. "Don't waste this chance you've been given to start over. Not many people get the chance to start over. Don't let the anger you have within you keep you from making friends and moving on with your life. You have to let go of it and forgive those who have wronged you."However what Dumbledore said just anger him more.

"Need i remind you that I wouldn’t need another change at all if you and all the wizarding world weren’t so stupid,“ Harry yelled as he let out a large magic aura. His eyes were turning red, something Dumbledore immediately noticed. ”Or are you saying that it was my fault I was put in Azkaban? Well, is that what you are saying?”

“ No I am just saying ….” Dumbledore try to said but was interrupted by Harry.

“ Save it” Harry yell as the aura began to lessen before disappearing and his eyes turn back to normal.” I don’t want to hear anything else from you right now and if that is all I will be leaving. “ Harry then began walking out of room leaving Dumbledore . His thought still fill with anger.

Dumbledore after seeing Harry red eyes become determined more than ever to try to get Harry to forgive the wizarding world not knowing this decision will be his worst one yet.
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In the teachers table of the great hall Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were having a conversation.

"Minerva, tomorrow, you will be taking Mr. Potter to Diagon Alley to get all of his school supplies. And you will charge the purchases to the school account." Dumbledore told McGonagall.

"Why the school account, Headmaster?" McGonagall ask as while she had no problem with taking the boy to get his supplies, she didn't understand why the school would be paying for them when the boy clearly had more than enough money to pay for them himself.

"Young Harry had a valid point about one thing." Dumbledore told the two professors as he sat back down after making his welcoming speech. "If the Heads of House hadn't stood by and allowed it to happen, he would have had his school supplies for his fifth year as well as the invisibility cloak that belonged to James, the photo album, and the Firebolt Sirius gave him. Since no teacher made any attempt to stop the destruction of his personal belongings by students of this school, then Hogwarts must pay to have them replaced."

"And what of the Gryffindors who destroyed the items in the first place." McGonagall ask. "Are they to avoid having to pay for the destruction they caused?"

"No, they will not." Dumbledore told him. "The cost of replacing one Firebolt will be divided among the parents of all Gryffindor students from second year through seventh, since we will not be able to charge it to those who were not here last year and are not here now. A letter will be sent to every parent explaining the reason for the charge. We will allow the Gryffindors to present the Firebolt to Harry. It may help to heal the rift between them."

"In that case Headmaster, we might want to turn the task of replacing the photo album and presenting it over to Miss Granger." McGonagall suggested. "It might help repair the damage to her relationship with him as well."

"An excellent idea, Minerva," Dumbledore told her.
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Unaware of the plans being made at the head table, Harry filled his plate and ignored anyone's attempts to get him to talk. Those few who were somewhat persistent, he glared at until they left him alone.

Once they were released, from the Great Hall, Harry took the quickest route to the Gryffindor tower. He wanted to get an idea of who his dorm mates were going to be before they got there given that he hadn't been at the feast during his second year.

There were six beds in the fifth year dorm. And five of them had trunks in front of them, which made the sixth one his. The names on the trunks were vaguely familiar, but the only sixth year he knew by sight was Colin Creevy and that was only because the fool had kept jumping out and taking pictures of him like a celebrity stalker. He wrote a quick note and left it on Colin's bed warning the little fool that if he tried to take pictures of him this year, he would stick that camera of his somewhere painful.

He still hadn't decided if he was going to stay where they put him, or go to the Room of Requirement. Though that might not be a good idea, given that everybody and his brother now knew about it. After a few moments thought he decided he would stay in Gryffindor for a few days and if the attempts to try and get him to forgive them got to be too much, he'd find some place else to stay. The Chamber of Secrets was an option if he couldn't find anywhere else, since he was the only one that could access it, though it was a bit of a gloomy option.

Opening his backpack, Harry pulled out his trunk and restored it to normal size long enough to remove his pyjamas, robe and shower gear. Once the shrunken trunk was back in the pack, he headed out of the dorm room to take a shower.
He could hear the noise in the common room as he moved down the hall toward the showers.

"Harry!" Colin's voice called. "Hermione is looking for you."

"Any idea why?" Harry asked .

"She didn't say, just that she needed to talk to you." Colin told him.

"Okay, I'd better go see what Miss Know-it-All wants." Harry headed down to the common room. He wasn't really interested what Granger wanted, but knowing how persistent the know-it-all could be, he really didn't want her bursting in on his shower.

As soon as he reached the stairs that led to the common room he saw Granger waiting for him.
"Granger, Creevy said you wanted to see me." Harry told her.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall wanted me to pass on a message, since she didn't have a chance to tell you herself." Hermione told him. "She wants you to meet her in the Great Hall at eight tomorrow morning. Dumbledore has made arrangements for her to take you to get your school supplies and uniforms."

"Okay. Anything else?" Harry really didn't care, but he thought he would be polite, at least right now.

"Why didn't you get your supplies in Diagon Alley before school, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Because I didn't feel like spending good money for something I didn't want and that the pyromaniacs of Gryffindor destroyed last year." Harry snarled then told her. "Granger, how about we keep things simple. You and I will talk to each other only when it concerns Hogwarts business. I'll at least pretend to be civil to you as long as you adhere to that boundary. If you try to get involved in my life, or try to pry into my personal business, then you will regret it. You are no longer my friend and I really wonder if you ever were. Once my time in this school is over and we go our separate ways, I never want to see you or hear from you ever again. Have I made myself clear?"Harry said and as soon as Hermione nodded her head Harry walk away from common room and into his room. As he walk away he can’t help feel the desire for him to go all out with his power grow stronger. He immediately try to ignore it but find it getting more and more difficult. A part of him can’t help but be afraid of what will happen to him if it grow too strong for him to control.