One last breath (слэш)

Harry was tired, tired of fighting for ungrateful people, the White Council, supernatural beings. Tired of being used and being a scapegoat.
Marcone had heard about it through the grapevine. It didn't happen suddenly, and there was no single event that drove the change, but rather the steady, subtle build-up of little annoyances.
For years now, the Wizard's community had been taking advantage of his generosity and the aid he gave willingly, only to treat him with derision, or even suspicion and outright dislike, for not fitting their cookie cutter moulds of what a proper wizard.
He had tried to offer Dresden a place at his side before. Though he saw Harry wavering the last time he offered it. Then one of his men dragged in a half dead wizard into his office.