"For a reason! You put people in hospitals for a reason!" he snapped back, the last light bulb overhead popped, throwing them into sudden darkness. Harry swore, "Flickum bicus," and glowered when his candles all burst into flame at the same time, lightening the room with an ambient glow. He scowled again.
"You should have explained what was wrong with him so they'd stop tying him down. You should have told them how to handle it, if you knew what was wrong with him. Not make his life a thousand times harder by breaking him out of a hospital, Molly. Christ." Harry paced away and ran his hands through his hair, scrabbling inwardly for the Mantle that was rearing its head.
So she was his Lady..
But Valen was not. And he was unconscious, when he woke he'd be weak and he could destroy him then. He couldn't breathe now, he wouldn't breathe then either. Harry closed his eyes and forced a breath through his nose.