Harry blinked at him, a sick feeling starting to gather in his gut. He nodded, and opened his mouth, "Snape... Snape wasn’t happy with the state of my neck," he automatically trailed his fingers across his throat, and was surprised to touch bare skin, he had become so used to his throat being bound by white bandages, "I may have lost my temper - asked him what was the point of all of it," Draco’s expression tightened, and Harry glossed over their conversation, not quite sure he could cope with Draco shouting at him right now, "anyway, long story short, it turns out that... that Sirius and Remus know everything. They know all about the wound and why it won’t heal, and about the fragment of Voldemort’s soul being attached to mine - they all know - Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius and Remus - and they were never planning on telling me," he finished bitterly.