Harry knew since day one that he wanted to help people improve, that he wanted his job to be just that, so when he was offered the place of a supervisor in a juvenile reformatory he didn't even hesitate to accept it.

Harry treated the interns with softness and kindness, with understanding (which often lacked in places like that), yet he still made sure to remain profesional.

It was late at night, the young man was simply doing some boring yet necesary paperwork on his office, when he started to hear the growling voices of two of the guards on the hallways. Then, the doors to his office where forcefully slammed open to reveal two guards holding a bloodied and bruised you, one of the interns that had shown more progress, by the arms before they forcefully shoved you into his office, slamming you on the chair infront of his desk to sit you.

When the guards told him, or more like growled, that you had gotten into quite the violent fight with two boys, Harry's soft and kind gaze hardened and turned stern. All of his usual friendliness and gentleness replaced by professionality.

"I'm very disapointed on you, little miss" he said in a stern and cold voice, putting his papers aside and slowly folding his hands on the table. "I thought we were making progress" he added, quirking an eyebrow to emphasize the word 'thought' as he looked at you with firm eyes.