Harry stood so quickly the chair fell back, clattering loudly against the wooden floor. Just because Tom had information about his family didn’t mean he was going to kill them, even if that’s what Voldemort had done. Tom wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. Surely it was a coincidence that these papers were on Tom’s desk. Just because he’d tracked down their address didn’t mean he was going to kill them. He was probably just at work, or something. Surely there was an innocent reason he was later than usual visiting Harry.