"AND THERE IT IS! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK ANY ONE WILL FALL FOR THAT HARRY? THAT ANYONE WILL BELIEVE YOU?" Rons voice changed to mocking, "Poor abused Potter, you're life is so hard, getting away with anything and everything, everyone fawning over you just because you're parents died. They were probably relieved to leave you, no one in their right mind would ever want to be close to you." Harry felt tears threatening to spill, but Ron continued, to lost in his anger to stop the verbal vomit. "Ha! You can’t even make you're own friends! Dumbledore pays me to stick around you! Has been since before first year," Hermione gasped and Harry took a startled step back, something niggling in his head, as if he couldn’t quite remember something, as if deja-vu clouded his mind. "That's right, Dumbledore pays me a pretty penny to watch you so you don’t go dark. He can’t even trust you because you're no use!"