Then, a high, reedy laugh rings through the room, and he falls still. Neville and Remus release him, intent on fending off their other attackers, neither seeming to grasp...what has happened. His life has been misery. Manipulated from birth, sacrificed of himself time and time again. More than once he’d nearly died, and what had it gotten him? Fear and revilement, abandonment by every person that cared, and now...Sirius. He knew everything, and he had never abandoned Harry.