Harry stared into the fire. He was the only one awake in the Gryffindor tower and had used the opportunity to finish his homework in peace and relax without all the suspicious glances his house mates were throwing him. Harry sighed as he thought about his house mates. It wasn't fair they turned on him every single year without even listening to his side of the story. McGonagall had claimed that the house they were sorted in would be their home for 7 years. Well they certainly treated him like his aunt and uncle did. Sometimes Harry wished he'd let the hat put him in Slytherin. At least they stuck together.
Harry wondered if anyone other than him outside Slytherin knew how the house worked. Everyone thought they were the evil house but if Harry had to pick a house he would most definitely pick Slytherin. They always travelled in groups and the first years were accompanied by an older year the entire first semester so they could get to know the castle. . It was certainly better than what they Gryffindors did. They let the first year fend for themselves, even the prefects didn't help. And when a Slytherin was challenged they were always backed by their house mates out of loyalty not out of fun like the Gryffindors.
This year had been his worst so far. People were accusing him of killing Cedric because they refused to believe Voldemort was back. Why had Dumbledore let everyone believe that Voldemort had died in 1981 when he knew he hadn't? Why wasn't Dumbledore stopping the verbal abuse that was taking place? Harry snorted, Dumbledore had never stopped anything concerning Harry. If Harry was being entirely truthful, no one did. It had been obvious he, Neville and Hermione had suffered in first year when they had lost 150 points. They had been attacked several times until Harry attacked right back and the teacher, even when they saw, had never done anything. Last year when his name came out of the goblet they hadn't stopped the buttons Malfoy had distributed. It was as if they encouraged prejudice and bullying and that disgusted Harry.
After growing up with the Dursleys, Harry had sworn to always be open-minded and never be a bully. He liked to think he had done a good job. He gave everyone a fair chance, even the Slytherins, and when he saw people bullying others he always stepped in.
He just wished he knew why everyone encouraged the rivalry between Slytherin and the other 3 houses. With all the bullying going on, it wasn't surprising that a lot of Slytherins turned to Voldemort in the hope to be accepted. It was like Dumbledore saw everyone as a pawn.
Harry knew that was true, he was a prime example. Dumbledore didn't see him as a person. All the test over the years were proof of that. He was being trained like a soldier. He was the Boy-Who-Lived which apparently didn't allow him to be just Harry.
Harry sneered, he hated the fact that everyone just expected him to safe. He, a fifteen year old boy, saving adults. Pathetic that was what they were. As if he could defeat a wizard who was not only 60 years his senior but also had much more experience. He just wished he knew how he had to do it. Just sitting wouldn't help him, he needed to train but no one other than Sirius had offered and Sirius could only do so much while still a fugitive.
Harry sighed and stood up. He had to sleep if he wanted to be awake in all of his classes tomorrow. He walked up the stairs still deep in thought and so didn't see the emerald green eyes that were staring at him, nor did he notice someone following him up the stair.