"Embarrassed Potter? Poor brat broke a glass and got yelled at once. At least they don’t treat you like a spoiled brat. Maybe you’ll grow up a little less like your father." Snape commented while he placed himself back in his chair and brushed off his cloak."My father was no spoiled brat, and neither am I," Harry said while glaring at his professor. After that, he stormed out of the room and headed back towards Gryffindor Tower. At least some of his emotions were back. He felt furious. How could Snape think he had the right to invade his privacy like that and to think he knew better than him?Harry knew well how he was treated, and he didn’t need some slimy and lonely professor to point anything out. While he fled on his way to the boys dormitories, he passed Hermione and Ron in the common room. But as quickly as he arrived, he left. Ron followed him up, trying to get ahold of any information that would describe the current situation. Harry simply ignored him, threw himself onto his bed, closed the drapes, and put on a silencing charm. Then, for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to shed a tear. And after one fell from his eye and soaked his chin, more kept coming. And soon his eyes were red and puffy, and he had a hard time breathing. "Uncle Vernon would kill me if he saw me cry like a baby," Harry told himself while trying to wipe some of the salty water off his face, but more kept on coming.