Harry was sitting at one of the long tables eating what food had appeared in front of him as he sit down when the Potter's and Black entered. They rushed up to the table and looked down at the young man.

"Can I help you with something? I'm sorta of in the middle of lunch, can it wait?"

"Harry, Harry is that you? Oh, my baby. I've missed you so much." Harry looked up into the teary eyes of the woman.

"I'm sorry, and you would be?"

"Harry, I'm your mother. This is your father and your godfather."

"Again sorry to interrupt you, but my mother was a whore who slept with so many men she didn't know who my father was. They abandoned me to a hell on earth. Even if you were really my mother I would prefer the 1st story to be true, as with it at least I wouldn't want to kill you in your sleep for what you allowed to happen to me." This caused all 3 to look on in horror.

The now sobbing woman then chocked out, "Harry...we really are your parents. We didn't know what was happening to you. Please you have got to believe us, we would never have let anything happen to you if we could have helped it." Harry dropped his fork and wiped his mouth.

"Well then if you really are my parents, I can only suggest you sleep with one eye open from now on, cause like I just said. If I ever find the pieces of shits that threw me away like garbage I will slit their throats from ear to ear and then piss on their graves." With that he got up and walked out of the Great Hall.

Lily started crying again after the shock of what was said had wore off. "James what are we going to do? Our baby hates us, and he has every right too." Afterwards she just broke down into sobs of anguish. James tried to comfort his wife, but he was at a loss as what to do also. This powerful young man had just admitted if he could he would kill him and his wife without a second thought.

As Harry was exiting the great hall and heading for the doors the headmaster was entering from outside. He saw Harry with his head down and his hands in his pockets. It seemed he was leaving and he couldn't allow that to happen.

"Harry, my boy. I would most like to talk to you if possible." Harry stopped looked over and into the headmasters eyes. "I am not now or will ever be 'your boy'. I know what you did, my relatives told me it was the 'King of the Freaks' who condemned me to that living hell. So if I were you I would stay out of my way and just keep kissing my brother's ass like you have been doing." This shocked the headmaster and the few students who had been in the hallway as the conversation was going on. Harry turned to leave and took a step when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'm terribly sorry my boy, but I can't just let you leave." Harry reached up and grasped the hand on his shoulder and started to squeeze until the sound of crushing bones were heard and the headmaster screamed out in horrible pain. "I don't like to be touched. Also where I go is none of your business. I have to compete in this tournament of yours, but that doesn't mean I have to stay around here to do that."

"I am sorry to tell you Mr. Potter, but you will have to live at the castle until the tournament is complete." Said a man who had just entered and heard the last of the confrontation. "And you would be?" asked Harry.

"Ah sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Barty Crouch Sr. I am Head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation. As for why you must stay here, there are some tournament extras that must be attended by the champions and as you well know dates and times do change. If something like that were to happen it could very well cost you your magic as with your name coming out of the goblet construes a binding contract."

Harry looked on slightly upset. "Alright, looks like I'm stuck here until this mess is over. Where will I be staying?" Although Dumbledore was in quite a bit of pain he was not about to pass up this chance at getting the boy under his thumb. "Wonderful, since he will be staying here we can just have him sorted and he can join one of our houses."

"No thanks, if I'm not wrong you have Lord's quarters here for visiting VIP's. I will take one of those and I will decide where I will break my fast."

"I'm sorry my boy, but those quarters are only for Lords and Ladies." Harry looked up. Then held out his hand. "Then that won't be a problem will it? I have taken up my Lordship and am entitled to all the amenities that come with it." Dumbledore looked on in shock. "How do you have a lordship? You are underage and can't have taken your's up yet!"

Harry laughed, "Ah, you see you as well as everyone involved in this tournament declared me of age." Dumbledore frowned, "I most certainly did not declare you of age. I would have known if such a thing had happened."

"Oh really, then try this on for size. 'Earlier this year, the Tournament was revived with restrictions in place in an attempt to stop potential deaths. One of these restrictions was that all applicants had to be over the wizarding age of majority (which is 17), or else they would not be allowed to apply to be Champion.' You called my name, then told everyone I had to compete. So ergo, you and everyone else declared me of age." Harry was smiling widely, while Dumbledore paled.

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but I don't feel that you are old enough to manage your affairs. As Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot I will of course have to take this before them and have your Lordship renounced." He said this smugly and with a small smirk.

Harry just started laughing, Dumbledore didn't find any of this funny and asked him what was so entertaining. "Well you see that's why I didn't show until the last moment. As soon as I heard that my name had come from that cursed goblet I looked up everything I could find on the tournament. I then contacted the goblins and for a 'small' fee they helped me claim my Lordship quitely. You see what I thought was so funny is, you only had 30 days to contest my claims. So I had the forms filled out and stamped November 5th. I then had the goblins send the completed forms to the Ministry thru The Goblin Liaison Office amongst the normal paperwork that is usually stamped and filed without reading because it's from those 'filthy creatures'. There it was quitely verified and ratified without the Ministry being any the wiser. It is now on file and beyond reproach. So let me reintroduce myself offically."

"Hello, my name is Harry James Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter." He said with a flourish and bow. Then a scream went though the castle. "YOU ARE NOT LORD POTTER, I WILL BE LORD POTTER WHEN I TURN 17. I WILL SEE YOU ARRESTED AND THROWN INTO PRISON FOR THIS INSULT." Harry turned to see an arrogant pudgy ponce who could only be the spawn of James Potter. "Oh. I assure you I am Lord Potter. Here is your father now, ask him yourself. You see our grandfather was deeply disappointed in dear ole daddy and made it almost impossible for him to claim Lordship. You see grandfather didn't agree with the cult of Dumbledore, so he set up many trials for anyone wanting to claim the title of Lord Potter. Dear ole dad here could never have passed the trials and neither could you with you drinking from the fount of Dumbledore. Am I wrong?" He asked while looking on at the Potter family. James looked down sadly. "Harry, I know we have hurt you greatly and you will probably never forgive us. I know if I was in your shoes I wouldn't forgive us either. All I ask is for you not to air all our families' dirty laundry here in front of everyone. Aaron, if Harry is wearing the Lords ring of the Potter Family then he is our Lord, and we have to show him the respect he deserves. He can if he wanted too, kick us all from the family and we would be on the streets. There is nothing that can be done about it since the ring has accepted him. Now please come on, your mother is very upset and I need to get her home."

Aaron looked on Harry with so much hate and venom. "I will never accept you as my brother or my Lord. I will find a way to take that title and ring from you and then I will make sure you know your place."

Harry smiled, "Actually there is a way for you to take this ring and title right now. All you have to do is challenge me to a duel on house honor to the death. Heck I'm free right now and you seem to be in a hurry to die, so just say the word." Aaron got an evil gleam in his eye and went to open his mouth when his father clamped his hand over it. "Harry, are you so mad at us that you would kill your own brother?"

"Excuse me, but I just told him how he could get what he wanted. I never once said I wanted to kill him, did I? If he is stupid enough to challenge me then that's on him." James shook his head. "You were baiting him. I can tell that right now you are stronger than he is, and you know it." Harry laughed, "I am stronger than he will ever be, he could live to be 1000 years old and still wouldn't come close to my power." Then he looked down at his brother. "While you had everything you have ever wanted handed to you, I was starved, beaten, abused, and tortured. I have lived through hell, it killed me once already, but I came back stronger and I will never allow anyone to have control of me again." Dumbledore picked up on what was said and asked. "What do you mean it killed you once, and you came back stronger?"

Harry looked over, "Oh, caught that did you? Well you see one night my dear uncle had come home drunk after losing a big account at work and decided it was the 'freaks' fault. After another bottle of courage he broke the bottle over the living room table, drug me out of my cupboard and proceeded to carve freak into my chest with the broken bottle. Problem was with him being so drunk he went a little too deep and his aim was off. I bleed to death on the floor of the living room while he passed out drunk. I was quite happy, all the pain would now be over, but when I got to the great beyond there was someone waiting for me. He told me it wasn't my time and I had to come back, there was still more I had to do. I asked him why I had to come back? I told him I didn't want too and he couldn't make me. Plus how was I going to return when I was already dead. Long story short I came back more powerful and they kept the small piece of Voldemort's soul that had been broke off the night he attacked our house as payment for my return."

Dumbledore paled, "Then that would mean.."

"Yes, I am the real boy-who-lived. You never noticed the reason I had so little magic that night was because I had used it to shield my brother and myself. You in your infinite wisdom sent the savior of the wizarding world to live with bigoted violent muggles who tortured him. All the while lavishing his brother with all the love and praise. So congrats Dumbledore, you got your boy-who-lived and there he is. When the Dark Lord returns be sure to let him know that you made sure his return would be a smooth one. Let him know that you made sure that the real 'savior' has no love for the magical world, or anyone in it."

With that Harry turned and walked away. Dumbledore quickly obliviated everyone that was standing in the vestibule except for James.