Barefoot and in a pair of pyjamas he'd never seen in his life before, he stalked to McGonagall's office. His magicks had grown since the moonlight conversation, and they were upset with him. Upset that he was ready to murder their masters. But Harry didn't care. They didn't get to give him a gift and take it back. They didn't get to make him hurt like this. Not when he'd done nothing to deserve it. 