Harry stared at Dumbledore in shock, his eyes wide and his heartbeat fast. While he knew he was asking Sirius about whether or not he had to die – the fact that the professor he once saw as a grandfatherly figure said yes in response had him absolutely panicking. Within seconds of Dumbledore responding, the room had broken out into angry shouts, the loudest coming from the twins. Harry couldn't hear it though, his brain buzzing shock and hurt as he thought about what he had learned today.

Albus Dumbledore believed he should die in order to save the Wizarding World. That was what Harry had learned today. Well, that and a whole bunch of other bullshit but right now that was what Harry was focusing on.

He could admit how hurt he felt when he heard Sirius say Dumbledore knew about his scar being a horcrux – and then he could admit how scared he felt. But the first thing he felt was hurt and betrayal because he trusted Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was just…priming him to die?! The thought was killing him and Harry was in such a panic that he hadn't realized just what his magic was doing.

All around, plates and cutlery and cups were flying at breakneck speeds and the adults in the room were staring in surprise between Harry and Molly, who was currently shouting at Harry to stop. Of course, Harry hadn't realized any of this, at least until he could feel his godfather's arms around him.

It was at this point that Harry's magic was finally put under control, causing everything that was in the air to crash to the ground and shatter, causing the young teenager to jump back in surprise and whimper.

"Siri," He whispers trying to remain strong as he realizes that everyone is staring at him. Minutes go by as Harry listens to Sirius try and calm him down, tell him that everything will be alright and that damn it, he's not going to die for the so-called greater good.

"Was Mrs. Weasley yelling at me?" He whispers once he doesn't feel the need to throw something, his hands clenched into a fist. He can feel Sirius tense up as he nods and Harry doesn't stop himself from letting out a disappointed sigh.

There goes another adult in his life that he thought he could trust, he thinks briefly before looking up and around the room, cringing slightly at the mess that his magic made.

"Don't apologize," Sirius whispers before Harry can even open his mouth to do just that. Instead he finds himself nodding and then sitting up and narrowing his eyes at Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley. His tongue suddenly feels heavy in his mouth, almost like he ate one of Fred and George's creations. What he's about to say, he knows, will change everything; Not only for himself, but for his friends relationship with him, too.

"Professor Dumbledore—" He begins before sighing, "You're lucky I'm even offering the respect of calling you Professor, to be honest. Because I don't respect you. Not anymore. And I don't trust you either." He pauses here, looking at Sirius briefly before looking back at his Headmaster, "You had no right leaving me with my Aunt and Uncle, especially after you knew about the abuse I suffered. You also had no right to not tell me about my heritage once I entered the wizarding world, and you had absolutely no right keeping things from me because as much as you want to think otherwise, you're not my magical guardian, Professor." Harry pauses here again, looking down briefly.

He can tell that the reaction around the room is mainly the same. The people on his side, the people who actually care about him, are staring furiously at Dumbledore, while the others – mainly Mrs. Weasley and Snape, are glaring at him. He, who has done nothing wrong to either of them; has treated them with all of the respect they deserved, even if there was barely any respect deserved. It is that that causes him to continue onwards.

"You also had no right to let Sirius rot in Azkaban or make him stay here and not find a way to have him be free, since you are able to do that, as you were Supreme Mugwump or whatever." He snarls before continuing once more, "And lastly, you have no right to answer a question I was asking Sirius, like your opinion matters. Here's a tip, Professor, it doesn't. In the end, I'm not going to look to you for answers or advice, I'll look to Sirius. I won't ask you to be there, I'll ask Sirius. It's high time you learned that." Harry finishes, closing his eyes and sighing in relief, slouching briefly as everyone begins to whisper in response.

When he opens his eyes, he looks towards Mrs. Weasley next, and he knows this will be the life changing moment. "Mrs. Weasley," He begins carefully, looking towards Ron and the twins briefly, waiting for their acceptance before continuing. "Mrs. Weasley, you have been kind to me when you haven't needed to be. You have been there for me when you didn't need to be. Despite all of that, you also have no right to treat me like one of your own sons, because I'm not one of them. You are not able to punish me for something that was not in my control, you are not able to talk smack about the one person I see as a father and most importantly Mrs. Weasley? You're not my mother and I have never seen you as a mother to me." Harry finishes with a glare when he notices Mrs. Weasley opening her mouth to say something.

"No, Mrs. Weasley. Enough." He pleads with wide eyes as Sirius wraps him up a little. He looks down before sighing and steeling himself for the last confrontation.

"And Snape – you don't receive the word Professor. You're not a Professor. You're a bully, and the reason you're a bully towards me is because of your blind jealousy over my Mom choosing my Dad instead of you. And you're a bully towards Neville, and I don't know why. I don't want to know why, but I know you're being unfair. Not only to Neville, but to everyone else you bully. You stop people from wanting to enjoy potions because of your behaviour and whilst I may not have known my Mother, I do know she would have been ashamed of you." Harry snarls as eyes widen and Sirius looks at him full of pride.

The minutes go by slowly as silence descends into the room and Harry can't help but shift in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the way that everyone is staring at him.

"Now that you know everything about the Prophecy, pup—" Sirius begins while clearing his throat before taking a drink from his goblet. Harry watches, eyes widening at Sirius' next words, before panic settles in.

"We need to talk more about the abuse you suffered through."

Author's Note: Well, that's it folks! The final story in this trilogy won't be published for another couple of months, since I want to work on other things for now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as I must have re-written it at least fifteen times, hence the lateness for its posting. If there are any questions, I'll answer them when I get back from work!