The room goes silent.
"Oh" he whispers, dropping his gaze as if, suddenly, he has some respect for me.
"So, can I help or not?" I ask, and the tone and volume of my voice cause him to look up at me again.
"You can help" he says, but not without a hint of skeptics "but you`re coming with me."
"Fair enough" I shrug. Soon after, we set out. Ron and Hermione go off on their own, holding hands I think, Ginny stays with Neville, Cho and Katie and Dean, Shameus and a few of the other members who I never got around to meeting head outside.
After everyone has left, it is just me and Harry. He grabs my arm, causing me to gasp.
"Sorry" he laughs, though this hardly seemed the time for laughing.
"It`s fine" I lie, hoping he couldn't hear the thudding of my heart.
"I was just wondering before we leave" he says, hesitating slightly "why do you hate Voldemort? I know he killed your parents, but he raised you as his own." I paused, thinking it over. Why do I hate Uncle Tom.
"Because I don't believe in this kind of hatred, you know, the undeserved kind" I settle on. Harry looks at me thoughtfully before nodding and taking my hand.
"I agree" he says, sounding empowered "now lets go."