The lightshades on the walls of the long corridor abruptly shattered as Harry's unrestrained anger burst out through his internal control enchantments. He didn't care. Some other fucker could fix them. He wasn't done with breaking things yet anyway. But just then, the door to Hermione's suite was flung open and she was there before him, looking fretfully concerned. She pressed her hands to his chest, and Harry stilled almost instantly. He would later marvel at how odd that was.