Then the tables turn, and Harry learns the truth. It wasn’t Sirius. It was Pettigrew, and Remus and Hermione have to stop him and Sirius from taking action. He tries to pretend that his wand springing up toward her when she pulls him back is reflex, that a hex or worse is almost on his lips by mistake. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. But there’s so much hope, a glowing ember that there won’t be more pain or fear. Sirius is kind, and he will understand Harry, what he’s gone through. He must. He’s been through loss and pain and fear himself. He will understand, and Harry can finally be free of the weight in his chest.