Everyone was talking about the troll incident. Harry pretty much was never left alone. Every student kept asking him questions about what happened. Harry keeps avoiding the questions and starting to get annoyed.
"Hey Harry." Seeing Neville walk in.
"Oh, thank goddess. Nev, I'm gonna go insane." Harry said.
"That bad?"
"No one would leave me the fuck alone. I fought one fucking troll and now I'm more popular." Harry ranted.
"Besides being a squib having powers? You never did explained that." Neville said.
"I would if I knew myself." Harry said, ripping another letter from his parents.
"You're not gonna read them?" Neville asked. He sees multiple torn up letters.
"They are from my parents, most of them are on my ass for stealing Madeline spotlights." Harry said.
"That is what they're worried about. There was a troll in Hogwarts you could have died. Who cares about Madeline's fame or attention." Neville cried
"They do Neville, ever since she was chosen because of the damn old man. They let the fame gone to their heads and became assholes. They were nice people once but thanks to voldemort and old bastard. They became horrible people that were willing to take their son's magic to transfer to his sister. They don't care, Nev, they don't as long as they have their favorite kid. They can give to shit about me." Harry said, tears coming out of his eyes. "I don't know who those people are and what the hell happened to my real parents. But I know one thing as he as I'm older I'm getting as far away from people and I hope to God I never see those monsters ever again. Lily and James no longer have the right to call themselves my family."
"You sure about that Harry?" Neville asked.
"They stole and gave my magic to a spoiled little brat. They could have killed me if it went wrong, Neville." Harry snapped. "I could have died because they keep listening to fucking old man. Who thinks he can make no mistake, that he is a god."
"He was the greatest  wizard of all times. It can't be helped that everyone respects him." Neville said.
"Who gives a fuck Nev, so what he help end a war good for him. But everyone needs to kiss his ass and he doesn't have to meddle into people's lives." Harry ranted, sick and tired of the old man fucking up his life. Neville comforts his friend as they say there in silence. Neither one of them notices Lily Potter standing behind hiding out of sight. She right now crying after hearing everything.

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