Percy shook his head. "It’s funny. You can pretend it won’t affect you, but it will. I mean just think about it now. Your fucking piece of shit father will probably rot to death right next you. If we’re lucky, your whore mother will die of loneliness. And best case scenario, when you get out of Azkaban, you’ll kill yourself. How does that sound? No one will miss you. No one even cares you’re here."