"And why do I owe you anything?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. His stomach was tied in knots, and the good mood he'd been nursing since breakfast was completely obliterated. "I haven't done anything to you. I've made my peace with Remus, and I'll try with James and Sirius, but I haven't done anything more than try to survive."
He refused to back down, and though he wanted to shout at Harry to leave, he knew it would be useless. Harry Potter was a man who felt entitled to answers, who felt he was so much better than everyone else he could demand penance for something someone hadn't even done.
"All I've heard since I've been back is what a horrible person I am, what horrible things I did. I wasn't even given time to process moving through time and finding out everyone I knew was dead, before I was told what a traitor I was, and thrown in a cell for questioning. And even after, I had to live in squalor, with a meager pittance for food. No one would hire me, and all that anyone saw was the traitor I don't even remember being." He paused, to get his breath and stop the trembling of his fingers by digging them into his arms.
"I'm not different. This is who I am, and I don't need anything from you. I don't need your condescension, or your approval. I don't have anything to prove to you, and I think it's time you left."