Harry stared at Rabastan for a moment, not sure how to answer those questions. There was a moment when he couldn't believe what was being asked of him.

"It's not about what I won, I never set out to 'win' anything. What you did was inhuman and there were others who set out to do much worse. No one who was good could let that happen. It was you people that wanted to 'win' something. We just wanted to protect the people that you thought it was fun to hurt." Harry looked seriously at Rabastan. That was the truth. Harry had never wanted to be the 'Chosen One' had never wanted to be famous. What he wanted was to have a family, a real family. In a way he had gained one, but he couldn't help but feel that it might have been better if Voldemort had never existed to murder his parents in the first place.

"If you don't know the difference between good and evil then maybe you belong in a place like this." Harry finished. Maybe a Muggle mental ward was exactly what Rabastan needed.

That didn't explain what Harry was doing there, though. He wasn't insane and he wasn't sick. He belonged in Hogwarts with the others who had fought the battle within the castle grounds. How had anyone managed to get past all the defenses of the school to bring him to a hospital?