Harry made a frustrated sound. He would have liked to kick Rabastan very much, but even despite his anger that seemed very low. Instead he forced himself to calm down again and look at how pathetic Bast seemed.

He actually reminded Harry a lot of a house elf. That made him think of Dobby and that made him sad. He frowned. Watching Lestrange's grief, or at least what passed for it, made Harry think of his own.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled okay? I didn't mean to," he muttered his apology. "Bellatrix killed Sirius you know." It had happened years ago, but the same empty feeling got a hold of Harry as he said it. "Why did you people have to tear apart so many families?"

He didn't meant to ask the last question, it just sort of came out.