"If that asshole McGrath had something to do with it, then we might need him," Ron said, quietly. "But we'll get those other ones."
                              
Harry nodded. "Thanks, you guys. I love you so much."
                              
"Oh, Harry," Hermione started and then hugged him. His hands wrapped around her, and he buried his face in her bushy hair. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry you had to go through it alone for this whole time."
                              
"I wasn't alone. You never let me wallow too long. I knew I could count on you guys... I just didn't want..." he trailed off.
                              
Hermione broke the hug to look at him, taking his shoulders. "You didn't want to what, Harry?"
                              
He hung his head, and his hands were shaking. "I didn't want you to know. For you to look in my eyes, like you are trying to do now... knowing what... happened. I survived Voldemort... and the war, but was caught by a lowlife who no one had even heard of."
                              
"Harry... it could happen to anybody."
                              
"But it happened to me. If people found out... they'd laugh. Question everything I've done."
                              
"No, they wouldn't," Ron insisted.
                              
"I did. How much of what I did was just luck and happenstance? I might have ripped the wand away from Draco, but I had no idea of the significance right then. Let's face it. It was a guess."
                              
"Harry... it might have been, but you took that risk. You faced certain death for the second time that night at Hogwarts and beat it, again. It was pure... nerve. I have never seen anyone so...."
                              
"But that's gone, now," Harry said, pushing out of her arms. "My courage, my confidence. I'm scared all the time. I can't leave my house. I shake every time I have to go buy groceries. I pay the liquor store double to deliver it to me."
                              
Hermione stared at him with the pity he hated so much.
                              
"I tried to forget it. Stayed at the Aurors for a few weeks, hoping that fear and panic would go away once he was convicted. But it didn't. Then that exercise. It was just friendly banter, taunting. Ron was down and shaking from that Electro-Stimulation Hex Robards likes, and then he aimed at me. He... s-said... he said... 'Come on... who's the Savior, now.'" Harry started crying. "T-That w-was what h-he liked t-to say. He r-rubbed m-my face in it... every fucking time."
                              
He stopped again and buried his face in his hands. Hermione pulled him slowly into a hug. "It's okay, Harry. Let it out."
                              
"It's not okay!" he snapped, breaking free. "I walked with him to his house. I told him I wanted to try it... I didn't even fight it!"
                              
"Harry... you're not all-powerful! Everyone lets their guard down! Mad-Eye was captured by Wormtail and Crouch! Dumbledore trusted Grindelwald and lost his sister. People make mistakes, trust the wrong people and get hurt. It's part of being human."
                              
"I'm human. I'm mentally fucked, now. He took away everything that made me feel like me."
                              
"No, Harry... no, he didn't. He couldn't have. Look what you've done for Draco and all your other patients! You still are saving people!"
                              
"Yeah... in the safest way possible. No danger involved."
                              
"That's not too much to ask? You deserve some peace and quiet."
                              
"You said it yourself, Hermione... you guys expected me to be an Auror, everyone did. I disappointed everyone."
                              
"Harry, mate. You never disappointed me," Ron said, and Harry looked at him. "I was glad that you found something else that you enjoy. You scared the fucking daylights out of me that day. Then when you decided you didn't want to come back, I was relieved, honestly. You found your true calling, something that makes you happy. Harry... you save more people than I do, you know? Save them from a lifetime of pain. I find bad guys after they've done the worst."