I own nothing. No really almost nothing. I have read more FF than I can remember so if you notice something here that was yours take it as the flattery that I am sure I meant it to be. In the world of FF there is very little original anymore.

What normal person would ever want to stay in a world that treated them like scum. Harry unfortunately has it in both the Muggle and the Wizarding world. 5th year Harry decides to step out, or is the decision made for him. M just because

Screw It.

Chapter 1.

The first part of this story comes from Order of the Phoenix.

At five to five Harry bade the other two goodbye and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor. When he knocked on the door she called, 'Come in,' in a sugary voice. He entered cautiously; looking around. He had known this office under three of its previous occupants. In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here it had been plastered in beaming portraits of himself. When Lupin had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Dark creature in a cage or tank if you came to call. In the impostor Moody's days it had been packed with various instruments and artifacts for the detection of wrongdoing and concealment.

Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each one residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolour kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again. 'Good evening, Mr. Potter.'

Harry started and looked around. He had not noticed her at first because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

'Evening, Professor Umbridge,' Harry said stiffly.

'Well, sit down,' she said, pointing towards a small table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him.

'Er,' said Harry, without moving. 'Professor Umbridge. Er - before we start, I - I wanted to ask you a… a favor.'

Her bulging eyes narrowed.

'Oh, yes?'

'Well, I'm… I'm in the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday and I was - was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it - do it another night… instead…'

He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good.

'Oh, no,' said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. 'Oh, no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five o'clock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you.'

Harry felt the blood surge to his head and heard a thumping noise in his ears. So he told 'evil, nasty, attention-seeking stones', did he?

She was watching him with her head slightly to one side, still smiling widely, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking and was waiting to see whether he would start shouting again. With a massive effort, Harry looked away from her, dropped his schoolbag beside the straight-backed chair and sat down.

There,' said Umbridge sweetly, 'we're getting better at controlling our temper already, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr Potter. No, not with your quill,' she added, as Harry bent down to open his bag. 'You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are.'

She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

'I want you to write, / must not tell lies,' she told him softly.

'How many times?' Harry asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness.

'Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in,' said Umbridge sweetly. 'Off you go.'

She moved over to her desk, sat down and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Harry raised the sharp black quill, then realised what was missing.

'You haven't given me any ink,' he said.

'Oh, you won't need ink,' said Professor Umbridge, with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice.

Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: / must not tell lies.

He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harrys right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel - yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth.

Harry looked round at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toad like mouth stretched in a smile.

'Yes?'

'What the hell was that.' Harry yelled out.

'Now now Mr. Potter I see we are going to have to continue working on your temper, maybe a few more days of writing lines are in order.

'What is this?' Harry asked again.

Umbridge gave a small smile while saying ' That is a contract quill and it is the quill that you are to use while writing lines.

'Fine. ' Was all Harry said as he started to pack up his parchment. Grabbing his bag off the floor he started for the door.

'Where do you think you are going Mr. Potter you will sit down right now.' Umbridge said turning a sickly shade of red that was clashing with the flowers on her robe.

Harry didn't even slow down as he got to the door. Madam Umbridge unused to such insolence from a half-blood pulled her wand and fired a jelly-legs jinx at Harry's retreating back.

Harry could feel the spell before it was fired and had already side stepped the jinx as it sailed by. Turning he looked Umbridge in the eye 'that was a free one. Shoot a spell at me again and I will defend myself.'

Umbridge was near apoplectic at this point. Spouting with rage she ordered Harry to return and finish his dentition with spittle flying out of her fat mouth. Harry turned and started walking again. With this Umbridge fired a reductor curse at Harry's exposed back.

Listening to the old toad sputter Harry was ready for the curse as she let it fly. Turning he side stepped the curse and sent a silent depulso, banishing Umbridge to the other side of her office. Landing with a sickly thud she was passed out. Stalking up to her he looked down and could only notice just how pathetic she was. The defense against the dark arts teacher defeated by a 5th year with his back turned. Casting an incarcerous spell he bound her tightly in ropes. Reaching down he picked her wand up from where Umbrdge dropped it and pitched it out the office window before he left.

Turning away from the passed out teacher the severity of his actions started to come to him. Harry know that there was nothing that could be done now he would be expelled. McGonagall had warned him to just keep his head down, but did that mean let the old toad torture him? Just like most years McGonagall was just taking the easy way out, hell of a roll model for the house of Gryffindor. The more he thought about it the less he cared. The five years that he had lived in the wizarding world had led to nothing but pain. Friends that he had lived with for 9 months of the year thought that he was lying about the return of Voldemort. People that he had trusted to help him wouldn't even talk to him. The adults around treated him like a child. Even Sirius and Remus all but ignored him over the summer. Neither man able to take care of themselves never mind helping Harry.

And Hogwarts what a joke, the safest place in the wizarding world was a flat out lie. Every year he was attacked. Only a week into the school year and already the DADA teacher was attacking him. And it is not like you can say much for the rest of the classes. God bless Hagrid but Blast-ended-skrewts was the man insane. Maybe they are not bad for a half-giant but a 4th year is just a snack. Really all of the classes but charms and transfiguration sucked. A ghost who's only talent was to put you to sleep. A divination professor who only wanted to talk about your death. A potions professor whose greatest talent was to make his cloak billow in the wind. Maybe the other classes that Hermione took had good teachers but really what difference did it matter. The wizarding world has turned out to be a complete dude. It might have been better to stay at home with Dudders. 'Man it must be bad if I am thinking that'

'What was that dear?' The portrait of the Fat Lady asked him.

'Oh nothing, Mimbulus mimbletonia.' Harry said as the portrait swung away reveling the hole that leads to the common room.

Climbing threw the hole the common room was pretty much deserted. Being close to 5:30 most of the people were on their way to the great hall for supper, just a few 7th years off in the corner studying. . Walking up to his dorm it was luckily silent. Sitting on his bed he wondered what to do now. Dumbledore was too busy to bother with him, McGonagall didn't care. Ron and Hermione didn't understand. The fact of the matter was very few cared and he could be counted among the many that didn't any more. 'I wonder if it is too late in the term to transfer to..' He quickly realized that he didn't know about any other magical school in the country. With Durmstrang and Beauxbatons the only magical schools he had heard of the thought of a transfer quickly left his thoughts.

During this time he had been throwing his things into his trunk. Leaving out his broom he quickly filled his trunk, cast a Reducio on it and pocketed it. Opening the window to his dorm he mounted his broom and flew out.

As he headed towards the gate leading to Hogesmeade he realized he almost forgot Hedwig 'She would claw me good if she knew.'

Landing in the owlery Harry looked around for Hedwig. Finding her he could see she was staring down at him but not flying down. 'Come on girl you can't be mad already we haven't even been here a week yet what could I have done now?' Hedwig just hooted and put her head under her wing.

'Well fine if you want to stay here. I'm leaving so if you want to go with me great. Or you can try to find me in a week or so. I don't know where I'll be.'

Mounting his broom Harry looked up to Hedwig 'Good bye girl.' He said sadly, hiding the small smile on his face. Flying out of the owlery Harry could see Hedwig on his tail. 'I knew you couldn't have been that mad.' Noticing that his anger was dissipating Harry continued on towards Hogsmead.

All of this seemed too easy to him, when did he decide to leave the school without talking to anyone? It was almost like he was operating on auto pilot. Crossing the ward line of the school it became apparent why.