The feeling in his heart that Granger had been truthful made him want to vomit even more than the whiskey in his veins. Not once in his life had he wanted to ally himself with this bunch of annoying Gryffindors, but a little voice in his head told him to tell his mother. Or maybe it was just the firewhiskey. Whatever it was that made him now say the words that had been hiding in his head for two weeks made the shock on his mother’s face even greater.