The anger coursing its way through Harry's body felt like a tangible force. People quickly moved out of his way when they saw him come marching down the hall like a bat out of hell. Harry couldn't remember the last time he's felt so out of control.

Before Harry could talk himself out of what he was about to do, he was already on the underground shuttle leaving the castle to head back to London, all the while Merlin's condescending voice was grating in his ears.

"Galahad? Galahad! I know you can hear me!"

"Unfortunately." Harry absently replies.

"Just think for a moment about what you're doing, Galahad." Merlin urges.

"I know perfectly well what I am doing, thank you very much." Harry says stiffly. "Now what was that Dean fellows address?"

"Good god, man. Please tell me you're not planning on killing the bloke."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Harry quips.

"…That doesn't sound at all convincing, Galahad." Merlin sighs over their connection. "Just don't do anything you'll regret."

"Address, Merlin."

"Right away, Galahad."

"Good. I want to be back home in time for afternoon tea."

"Jesus Christ."

By the time Harry made it back to London the sun had already set.

As Harry exited the shuttle he took a calming breath to compose himself. There was no need to lose his head.

He politely said his goodbyes to Bridgemont and wished him a good evening as he exited Kingsman and got into his car. It didn't take him much longer after that before he found himself on Fleet Street, parked across from Dean Baker's home - if you could call it that.

The man was obviously very poor. His mobile home looked like a run-down shack with all the trash that was littered about. Upon surveying the property, no one seemed to be home.

Harry made quick work picking the lock, and slipped inside. Harry cautiously explored the house, confirming his suspicions that no one was indeed home. It was quite clear by the end of his search that no one has been here for weeks. There was nothing in the house that pertained any useful information that could benefit Harry.

With a sigh Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. What to do now?

"Merlin, are you still there?" Harry asks quietly, activating the speech button on his glasses.

"Aye, I'm still 'ere." Merlin says tiredly. "Glad to hear ya sounding reasonable."

"Have you been watching my feed all night?" Harry says exasperated.

"Nah, jus' been sittin' 'ere all fun like, while me best mate goes gallivanting off into da sunset." Merlin answers sarcastically. "Of course, I've been watchin' your feed. Someone's gotta keep an eye on ya."

"Your accent's gone all thick again, my friend."

"Oh, sod off!" Merlin sniffs. His Scottish accent be damned.

Harry chuckled at his antics. Merlin always had been a bit testy when he was forced into working late. "I need to know the location of the Unwin's new place of residence."

"Of course you do." Merlin answers, clicking his tongue. "Who do you think I am? Your secretary?"

"Doesn't that come along with the job, Merlin?"

"Oh, bugger it all."

Harry felt a sliver of excitement and anxiousness shoot through him as he stood in front of his mate's apartment complex. He was in there; he could feel it in his bones.

Looking around cautiously to make sure no one was around; Harry pressed his ear to the door and listened intently for any noise. Putting his hand on the knob, Harry was startled to find that the door was unlocked. He really shouldn't be so surprised.

Quietly closing the door behind him, Harry surveyed his surroundings; glad to see that no one appeared to be awake. Slowly making his way through the apartment, Harry stopped when he came to a door that was closed. Creaking the door open as quietly as he could, Harry peered into the room.

What he saw made his blood boil. There he was, the alluding bastard. Not only was Dean responsible for the abuse of his mate, but it appears that Ms. Unwin has a role in it as well. He should have known given the police report.

Dean was in a relationship with Eggsy's mother.

Bloody hell.

Harry shut the door, running his hands through his hair frustratingly.

"Did you know?" Harry hisses into the silence.

"No." Merlin says softly, troubled.

"Fuck." Harry snarls.

"What are you going to do?"

Harry takes a deep breath as he contemplates his options. He can't do anything with Michelle being right there, even less knowing Eggsy was under the same roof. He closes his eyes and curses himself for not seeing it sooner.

It burns to acknowledge the fact that he can't do anything to help – not without Eggsy growing to despise him. And didn't that just make him feel useless.

"I can pull some strings." Merlin starts carefully. "I can get Dean accosted to be arrested under the pretense of him abusing someone else's child. With his file, it will pull through in court. I'll put Percival on the case… and I'll find Gary the best damn foster home available, Galahad. I swear it."

"No," Harry chokes out, coughing to clear his throat. "I can't do that to Eggsy. I can't separate him from his mother. I am already at fault for taking one parent away I – I can't take away the only family member he has left."

Merlin is silent for a moment before sighing. "Don't be too hard on yourself, mate. I'll see you back at HQ."

With that the call disconnects, leaving Harry at a standstill.

Swallowing thickly, Harry slowly makes his way to what is clearly the second bedroom. The door was left slightly ajar, a faint light tricking out of the room- a nightlight? When Harry enters the room, his face immediately softens, a fond look spreading across his features.

Harry approaches the bed quietly, as not to wake the slumbering child. He feels like it's been an eternity since he's been in his mate's presence. His heart throbs in his chest at the close proximity.

"Oh, Eggsy." Harry whispers hoarsely, distressed at seeing the bruises marring his face and the cast on his wrist. That was no sprain. "I wish I could take all your pain and take in onto myself. You don't deserve to feel any of this."

Harry reaches his hand out hesitantly, brushing the hair away from Eggsy's face. Harry breathes in a sharp intake of air as Eggsy grumbles in his sleep and nudges his face into his hand, sighing contentedly.

With a watery smile, Harry leans over and softly kisses Eggsy on the forehead.

"Take care, little one."

With that, Harry turns around and walks out for the second time in his life.