Stop calling me boy.

---“Just shut it boy”For one small word it landed like a boot to Harry’s chest— brutal yet familiar, the type of kick that pulled the air out of his lungs, sending him gasping, already crumpled in a lump on the ground.That word— boy— ached in Harry’s chest in all the same ways. When his knees dug up into his chest, as he curled away from all the other harsh realities he’d been forced to face, that is when that word hurt most. And after being tossed back into his cupboard, tripping over tangled blankets and tattered pillows that covered the hardwood flooring, the sharp click of the sliding lock being pushed shut echoed in the silence. Harry had all the time in the world to think.To the Durley's the name Harry was nothing more than a suggestion, one of which they never truly acknowledged.---Umbridge had placed another decree over the students at Hogwarts, re-enforcing the dress code to a hostile degree. And after so many years of avoiding some big feelings, Harry has a time to truly try and understand why he never felt too comfortable in his own body.So what if it was fueled by his spite for the new DADA professor.He has all the support he needs without her.