And Harry felt the need for revenge almost like a burning in his gut, wild and uncontrollable. A fire that wanted to rage and spread, burning everything in its path. Maybe it was some heretofore unknown part of him shoved down by the constant trauma of his life. Some petty, cruel,  vengeful aspect of him that had subconsciously tabulated the slights against him. Memorized each face, itemized each insult, and now replayed them for him in his dreams. 