Harry didn't want to talk about Snape anymore, but his mind was already resting on the memories he had seen the night before. He thought about the one thing that Snape had wanted and could never have, the one person that he had lost and that Voldemort had killed. Harry frowned.

There were other memories that he had seen during his fourth year, and Harry thought to bring it up now, since Lestrange was talking about it.

"I saw your trial," he said after a moment. "In Dumbledore's Pensieve." He thought back to what he had seen in Dumbledore's memory. At the time he had been too shocked by learning what had happened to Neville's parents and the way that Crouch had coldly sentenced his own son, then his focus had been on Crouch's son the one who had put his name in the Gobley, then on Bellatrix the one who had murdered Sirius. He had always paid the Lestrange brothers very little attention when he tried to remember the scene.

Rabastan had been thin and nervous looking, his eyes had darted around the room. Looking at him now Harry could see traces of the man that he had once been, the same way he had been able to see the youthful handsome face of Sirius in pictures in Sirius the man who had escaped the dementors by clinging to his innocence and turning into a dog.