"I can't help wondering if you might have been sorted incorrectly." Harry continued. "I mean you are always acting before you think and as I recall that supposed to be a Gryffindor trait. Though given who your godfather is, I'm not real surprised that you act before you think a situation through. He can't seem to think a situation through either. Your father and Snape aren't any brighter or more cunning than you are apparently. I mean they both followed a half-blood, who they believed would purify the wizarding world. At every meeting they had to grovel and debase themselves in front of a half-blood monster, believing him to be the pure blood descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Not exactly shining examples of cunning and intelligence were they? Who knows maybe the whole of Slytherin House has been missorted all these years. Maybe all of you should have been in Gryffindor. Or maybe you should have been in Hufflepuff all this time."
"I'm more than cunning enough to take you, Potter." Malfoy snapped out, unwilling to allow the insults to continue.
" Oh, please, " Harry mocked him, "even with the help of those two human statues behind you, you couldn't take me on my worst day."
"I don't need any help to take you down." Malfoy growled.
"Yes, you do." Harry disagreed. "You're a bully, plain and simple, just like Moldyshorts, the monster you were going to one day follow, was until I burned him up from the inside out. Just like your idiot of a father and all those other Deatheaters who are now awaiting sentencing, though I doubt the wizarding world will give them the sentence they deserve."
"And just what would you have done to them?" Malfoy sneered. He knew Potter's type. When push came to shove they always wimped out.
"Oh I'm a big believer that the punishment should fit the crime." Harry told him. "If it were up to me, I would bind their magic then put them into a muggle style prison with the worst of muggle prisoners. I would make sure that the muggle prisoners knew that they like to hurt, rape, torture, and murder children. If the rumours I've heard about muggle prisons were true then the Deatheaters would be considered as even lower than the cockroaches to those muggle prisoners. Of course there would have be spells on the cells to stop the muggles from killing them, but other than that they should be allowed to do whatever they wanted to the Deatheaters."
Draco stared at the Boy-Who-Lived speechless, unable to believe what he had just heard. When had Potter become so vicious?
Harry sat back down, looking thoughtful. "You know who you remind me of? Ronald Bilius Weasley that's who. You both act before you think things through and you both are definitely sufferers of terminal foot-in-mouth disease. Maybe you're related. Given the inbreeding among most of the pure-bloods, I wouldn't be a bit surprised."
"There is no way in hell, I am related to that moronic little weasel or his family." Malfoy retorted.
"Draco, Draco, that's no way to talk about your relatives." Harry shook his head. "I tell you what, why don't you go talk it over with your cousin. I'm sure he'd enjoy it."
Harry waved his hand and Draco disappeared from the compartment. He then unfroze Crabbe and Goyle and told them. "Why don't you go find your boss? I'm sure he's on the train somewhere."
"Where did you send him?" Luna asked curious.
"The loo near the prefect's compartment." Harry told her. "Made sure he landed feet first in it."
Luna laughed.
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When the train started getting closer to Hogwarts, Luna got up to go change into her school outfit and robes.
"Harry, I'll leave you alone so you can change into your robes." Luna told him.
"Didn't bother getting another set of school clothes, after the Gryffindors burned the others." Harry told her. "I didn't see any reason to, given that I didn't destroy them and I didn't want to be here in the first place. This is what I am wearing to the feast. If they don't like it, they can go jump in the lake."
Harry stood up and let her get a good look at the t-shirt and black jeans he was wearing. The t-shirt was bright yellow and written in black across it were the words: "Don't Piss Me Off. I'm Running Out Of Places To Hide The Bodies".
"That should provoke some interesting reactions, especially from the teachers." Luna commented.
"I expect it will, especially from McGonagall." Harry picked up his book again. "I'll see you in a bit."
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As they got off the train and headed for the coaches, Harry heard Hagrid calling, "Firs' years over here."
Harry got quite a few stares as he escorted Luna to one of 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 them in 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?"
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