"I better not see you with your wand out in the halls again, let alone at my son." He warned. Despite everything. Harry flinched back minutely. The anger he felt at his former Father surged inside of him. The hurt from the memories he had buried so long ago were brought forth. He felt his eyes bleeding red again, it always felt the same, like the angry was triggering the dark in his magic and sending it straight to his eyes. In order to hide them he ducked his head and kept it down as James marched him to the infirmary with the Gryffindors trailing behind, without even looking at them Harry knew they would have smug smirks on their faces.