He deserved much more than a slap in the face, Severus thought to himself. Even beyond what he had done during both wizarding wars, he had not made the world a better or brighter place. He was a bully, a spiteful and hateful man who was fueled by the feeling he received when others were afraid. That cheap, temporary power was enough to keep him upright, enough to charr the surface of his heart and keep it from softening. Any merit of justice would find him in Azkaban for the rest of his life, or Kissed. Whatever remained of his soul belonged to a Dementor if he somehow miraculously survived this fucking war, that much he knew. 