Harry wasn't sure what Lestrange was talking about. It sounded like a lot of mad gibberish to him. He was thankful, and all the more impressed, that Sirius had been able to keep his sanity after Azkaban. Harry wasn't sure he would have liked to be around his godfather much if the man had rambled about things that made no sense. This wasn't even a riddle or some clue that he had to figure out, it was just nonsense talk of a broken and crazy Death Eater.

It was talk of Snape that angered Harry though, and talk of Dumbledore. This... lousy excuse for a person had no right to talk about either of those men.

"What are you going on about?" he asked. "The Ministry? That happened years ago." He didn't even want to approach the subject of what happened last year between Snape and Dumbledore with this man, so he simply ignored that part of the ramblings completely.

There was one part that was worrying to Harry, though. Dementors. Without his wand, how could Harry defend himself against them? He didn't want to have to hear his Mum and Dad dying again, he had seen that night from too many perspectives already.