"So I'm doing my job regardless of the consequences," James yelled back. "You're doing just what the press always accuses of: you're playing favourites. You're changing the rules to protect me."
James snorted. "And you were underage and knew even less than I did. Yeah, I get it, you're the great Harry Potter, and none of us will ever be as good, but there were others helping you, others who didn't have two years training and they still fought. You're just being ridiculous, that's what you are."
He knew people will be pissed off with him, especially if they found out that they'd be limited in what they did because of him. Hell, he was pissed off in their place. "Fine, but you'll see how wrong you are."