But even through his affront at being so accused Harry could tell that none of those comments were things he should say at this moment, unless he wanted to turn this exchange into an all out brawl. He tried to dampen his anger, but it was hard – Riddle was wrong about his childhood, and Harry couldn’t stand being falsely accused of privilege. So what if Harry had forgotten what it was like to have nothing but rags in recent years? He’d grown up in a fucking cupboard, for Merlin’s sake. Just because it hadn’t occurred to him that Riddle’s extortion of Simpson was fueled primarily by deprivation didn’t mean Harry was the same spoiled snot as all the other rich purebloods. Harry was different, and Riddle was an idiot if he couldn’t see that.