            She imagined the row that was probably taking place downstairs and cast a silencing charm in case it just hadn’t started yet. Harry would tell Ron he needed to come after her. Ron would deflect and say Harry was on her side, after she’d spun on Ron about the Veil. Clearly Harry wasn’t on her side, though—at least he was firm in his belief that Sirius was well and truly gone. But Harry was wrong. They both were. She just needed to figure out how.