Harry worried me.
He put a frankly alarming amount of trust in Raith. I know it was validated, but I couldn't forget the truth.
Raith was a vampire. There was no cutting around that. He hurt people, used them, twisted them so they wouldn't fight him. Killed them.
But there Harry stood, laughing with him.
Seeing them interact, my mind drew disturbing parallels to our relationship with Justin. We laughed with him, too. We trusted him. Cared about him.
And how did that one end, Harry?
There wasn't going to be a happily ever after for this.