"Dickhead!" Harry yelled as he groaned in pain, both knees screaming in pain. He tried to get up and wriggle of out of Sam's hold but by the time the stupid trap was down, he couldn't move anyway. He lay on his back, panting in pain as he stared up at the ceiling. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He couldn't even make a call, he didn't have any blood avaliable.

By the time Sam came back with his stupid chair, Harry had managed to pull himself upright. "You self righteous piece of shit. I always fucking hated that. Sitting there, talking about changing the world and helping people. So up your own fucking ass!"