"Is that not what he did?" Harry said sharply, and Remus had no answer, glancing back over his shoulder to check on Dudley (who was shivering slightly, but who had otherwise come off much better for this dementor encounter), and then back to Harry. Harry had more to say, so much more to say, but he felt like he was trying to rehash old wounds long healed, even though the hurt had been newly inflicted. His anger at this summer had had two decades to heal, but two decades to fester too.