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Had
n't
people
like
Hagrid
and
Sirius
told
Harry
how
wonderful
his
father
had
been
?
(
Yeah
,
well
,
look
what
Sirius
was
like
himself
,
said
a
nagging
voice
inside
Harry
's
head
...
he
was
as
bad
,
was
n't
he
?
)
Yes
,
he
had
once
overheard
Professor
McGonagall
saying
that
his
father
and
Sirius
had
been
troublemakers
at
school
,
but
she
had
described
them
as
forerunners
of
the
Weasley
twins
,
and
Harry
could
not
imagine
Fred
and
George
dangling
someone
upside-down
for
the
fun
of
it
...
not
unless
they
really
loathed
them
...
perhaps
Malfoy
or
somebody
who
really
deserved
it
.
Harry
tried
to
make
a
case
for
Snape
having
deserved
what
he
had
suffered
at
James
's
hands
:
but
had
n't
Lily
asked
,
'
What
's
he
done
to
you
?
'
And
had
n't
James
replied
,
'
It
's
more
the
fact
that
he
exists
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
.
'
Had
n't
James
started
it
all
simply
because
Sirius
had
said
he
was
bored
?
Harry
remembered
Lupin
saying
back
in
Grimmauld
Place
that
Dumbledore
had
made
him
prefect
in
the
hope
that
he
would
be
able
to
exercise
some
control
over
James
and
Sirius
...
but
in
the
Pensieve
,
he
had
sat
there
and
let
it
all
happen
...
Harry
kept
reminding
himself
that
Lily
had
intervened
;
his
mother
had
been
decent
.
Yet
,
the
memory
of
the
look
on
her
face
as
she
had
shouted
at
James
disturbed
him
quite
as
much
as
anything
else
;
she
had
clearly
loathed
James
,
and
Harry
simply
could
not
understand
how
they
could
have
ended
up
married
.
Once
or
twice
he
even
wondered
whether
James
had
forced
her
into
it
...
For
nearly
five
years
the
thought
of
his
father
had
been
a
source
of
comfort
,
of
inspiration
.
Whenever
someone
had
told
him
he
was
like
James
,
he
had
glowed
with
pride
inside
.
And
now
...
now
he
felt
cold
and
miserable
at
the
thought
of
him
.
The
weather
grew
breezier
,
brighter
and
warmer
as
the
Easter
holidays
passed
,
but
Harry
,
along
with
the
rest
of
the
fifth
-
and
seventh-years
,
was
trapped
inside
,
revising
,
traipsing
back
and
forth
to
the
library
.
Harry
pretended
his
bad
mood
had
no
other
cause
but
the
approaching
exams
,
and
as
his
fellow
Gryffindors
were
sick
of
studying
themselves
,
his
excuse
went
unchallenged
.
'
Harry
,
I
'm
talking
to
you
,
can
you
hear
me
?
'
'
Huh
?
'
He
looked
round
.
Ginny
Weasley
,
looking
very
windswept
,
had
joined
him
at
the
library
table
where
he
had
been
sitting
alone
.
It
was
late
on
Sunday
evening
:
Hermione
had
gone
back
to
Gryffindor
Tower
to
revise
Ancient
Runes
,
and
Ron
had
Quidditch
practice
.
'
Oh
,
hi
,
'
said
Harry
,
pulling
his
books
towards
him
.
'
How
come
you
're
not
at
practice
?
'
'
It
's
over
,
'
said
Ginny
.
'
Ron
had
to
take
Jack
Sloper
up
to
the
hospital
wing
.
'
