Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Book Two

Shy

Of course he was trying to stop it. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would realize that he would be the last person to attack anybody.

But people are stupid and easily frightened. Where there is fear, logic flies out the window, and suddenly one year olds are dark wizards.

I knew he was innocent. But how could I say so? He was a Gryffindor. I was a Slytherin. He was the Boy Who Lived. I was a nobody. None of them would have listened to me.