The rail came down on the edge of the bath with a loud crash, bits of sharp porcelain flung out in every direction, clashing against the tiles they embedded themselves into the wall. He swung the rail again and relished in the feeling of release, a huge gaping hole was left where the brass smashed through, cracking the tile beneath. He lifted the rail over and over and swung it around the room once the tub had been totalled. He smashed the door and the sides of his shower and savoured the sight of the glass shattering into one million pieces. Once a solid mass now below his feet again like the sand it had once come from. He lifted the rail towards the mirror and saw himself reflected there, his hair was dishevelled and his pristine white shirt untucked; he thought he had never seen himself look so deranged, so powerful - so much like his aunt Bellatrix. His eyes were almost black in the dim room; his face was stoic and focused.  As he swung the brass into the mirror he caught sight of his mother as she stood behind him, her hands over her mouth in horror. Theo stood beside her, one arm wrapped around her protectively. 