For You, and No One Else
The war's ending found Harry with a clear mind, free of all darkness from Voldemort. But that means that all darkness and anger that Harry experience right now was his own, and no one else's. He tried to fulfill his duty, he tried to do his best, to take care of people before himself. Yet, his only request that St.Mungo take care of Severus was brushed aside, like the man did not just die so they could win. And Harry snapped.
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“You told me, multiple times, that he was being treated. You lied.”
“You disgust me.” “Ungrateful.” “Disgusting.” “Entitled.” “Fucking scum.” He spat.
He looked at two doctors who were on the ground and the nurse who was crying in fear,
“If he survives this, I’ll make sure you people would never be able to step foot in the medical field, or any other field, ever again. And with all my might, I’ll have you serve a lifelong sentence in Azkaban for neglecting the treatment of the hero who had won us this war. If he doesn’t, I’ll burn this place into the ground… And I’ll personally ensure that you people never escape the fire.”