"You tortured my friend's parents because you thought they might know how to get back to your so called 'Lord'," Harry said. He didn't like anyone comparing him to Death Eaters. He knew that the Longbottoms had also been targeted because of the prophecy, because of him. He knew it was irrational, but he felt guilty. "You aren't defenseless and I don't think you're any 'weaker' than me."

He was angry and frustrated, but he wasn't actually trying anything but talk. He had even stopped himself from attacking the blond. He sighed, calming himself more. His voice grew quieter and softer.

"You're saying, what, that your brother and his wife sweet-talked you into hurting two people so much that they can't even raise their own son? And that seemed 'good' to you?"