Harry had had it; what he thought he could wait to do until Monday morning had suddenly become an itch he couldn’t scratch, completely choking him up in what he wanted to do but couldn’t. Rough handed and with little respect for protocol, Harry had chucked a letter directly through the kitchen Floo to Head Auror Robards’s home office. Then, he had pulled a chair to the fireplace, crossed his legs, and waited.<br/>It hadn’t taken more than 10 minutes before the fire lit green and Robards’s face appeared between the flames, expression caught between genuine surprise and utter annoyance, demanding to know where on Earth Harry was calling him from and why<span style="font-style: italic">he </span>wasn’t the one arse up on the floor.<br/>It hadn’t entirely been a productive tone to set for the conversation.<br/>Harry had bristled, immediately equally annoyed by the near sightedness of his superior. A month’s worth of unanswered and unaddressed worries suddenly came to a cusp, Harry’s patience worn thin by dismissive, undermining protocols or interpretations. The two Aurors had both raised their voices at one another, the conversation immediately derailed.<br/>"These are not decisions for you to make, Potter, I don’t care what leeway Shacklebolt insist on allowing you," Robards cussed, cheeks undoubtedly flushed red on the other end of the green sheen of the Floo. "If you’re incapacitated to work or in<span style="font-style: italic">danger </span>I expect you to follow protocol and go to St. Mungo’s for proper treatment, not out looking for holistic treatments like some absolute child –"<br/>"I’ve<span style="font-style: italic">been </span>to St. Mungo’s and they don’t know shit," Harry bit, getting up from the chair, the same mannerism as an animal in a cage. He ripped the window open, intent on making a point. "I’ve been going in and out of there for the past month looking for answers, but here I can’t step a foot outside without everything -"<br/>Before he could process the memory of how Malfoy’s wards specifically manifested, he had tried to reach a hand outside. The misjudged force of his motion made his knuckles slam against the ward with the same force as if Harry had punched a wall.<br/>Immediately, the room lit blue, the alarm quick to signal at his chest.